Snowed Inn: A Holiday Shortstory (Gifts from the Author Book 1)

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Sometimes a little bad luck can lead to good fortune...
When Lacy Johnson made a last minute decision to head home for Christmas, she wasn't prepared as usual... Her car broke down, and that's not even the worst of her luck, well that was until she met Grayson Snow-- the sexy hilljack that came barreling down the hill in his pickup to save her...
Soon, it was apparent, that Grayson was more that what met the eye, and she started to fall for him and his charms, but she didn't fit in there, or did she?
Luckily for her, there was room at the inn...

Chapter One

Lacy Johnson’s luck, as usual, wasn’t the greatest. She had been driving for the past three days, dodging her feelings of coming home for the first time in years. It was Christmas Eve, and she had waited long enough. Making the unfamiliar turn, Lacy pulled out a map from the dash, and as she did, her right front tire went into a ditch.
“Damn it!” Lacy yelled. “Damn! Damn! Damn!” Putting her head on the steering wheel, she flapped her hands around, and then screamed, “Ugh!”
*35 Minutes Later*
“Wow, Lacy, you look great?” Lacy said to herself as she looked into the mirror. “You haven’t aged a day!” Twirling her hair to the side, she made the daisy duck face—lips puffed out—in the pout. She was officially losing it. She couldn’t imagine what she would do if she was stuck there much longer.
*1 hour and 20 minutes after that*
“Wow, my nails are wrecked!” Lacy said, turning her hand from left to right. She pulled out her purse from the back of the car, looked through it, and located her makeup bag. “Mm….love this color.” She held in her hand a full bottle of Cherry berry blast—a hot, red with sparkling glitter. Just the thing for the holiday season. She pulled out her nail file and began to sand away.
Ten minutes into it, her nails looked perfect. Another five, and she uncapped the polish. “And I set fi….re…. to the rain, and I … hmm mmm mmm…” she sang, as she polished, not noticing the small car that just drove past.
Twenty minutes later, she had a full manicure, and her eyes were smoky from the black charcoal eye pencil and her new mascara. “Dayum! You look hot, Lace!” She whistled. Laughing, she turned her head and decided to go for the gusto. Why not? She couldn’t get a cell signal, she had no idea where she was, and she was more than likely to freeze to death at some point. When her gas ran out, and that would probably be soon, seeing that she was nearly on empty, she’d die of the intense cold, but she’d look fabulous. She crawled to the back of her car and got her suitcase. Pulling out the large bag was a bit difficult, but she managed.