Here’s an interesting tidbit of information:
Think the North Pole is all about children?
Santa’s Workshop is bringing pleasure to children of all ages, if you get my drift. Things are happening there, big things, and sexy things. Elf things, human things, human and elf things! It’s crazy.
Merry Mistletoe, an elfin female is in the process of a divorcing her cheating husband and it shows in her work. Sad and angry faces are appearing on her dolls when Bartlett Bright joins the management staff at SW/NP Inc. and he cannot allow the talented artist to continue letting her emotions dictate her work.
Mr. Bright tries everything to bring Merry around to his way of thinking. Children will be disappointed. Santa will be frustrated and Bartlett’s job could be on the line. As he supervises her closely, he begins to see that his attentions are not all about her work.
It appears the pretty little elf has wormed her way into his heart. She’s stubborn, opinionated and the perfect match for his dominant personality. He’s determined to make her see it, set on winning her heart and willing to spank some sense into her.
Actually, he’s looking forward to it!
If you're looking for a fun Christmas novella, this might be the book for you. There will be eye-rolling, just so you know, but hey, if you can't have fun with a fantasy book, when can you? Disclaimer: I can also be a bit corny. Still, it was fun to write a story where anything can and does happen.
The release date is 11/25/2021, which is Thanksgiving Day here in the US. This was done on purpose as I'm always a little down after all the company leaves and looking for a good book or movie to curl up with. So here's your chance. Start this one after dinner and be finished by bedtime!
Now the pre-order on Amazon says it's about 50 pages, which is not correct. It's actually longer as I only uploaded a portion of the book to get the pre-order started. Also, I won't be putting it up on other vendor sites until after it goes live on Amazon, so probably a day or two after the holiday, but still in plenty of time to lift your spirits and tickle your funny bone for Christmas.
Bartlett Bright glanced up at the security camera and sighed. He’d been watching this elf closely for weeks and he couldn’t say he was impressed. Mrs. Mistletoe was short with the other employees, both elves and human. Her work of late, while beyond reproach as far as her skills, did not meet the standards specified by his boss. A lovely doll face was one thing, a doll with tear-filled eyes was not exactly the kind of present Santa wanted to deliver to a little girl.
Bartlett also noticed Mrs. Mistletoe did not join in any of the typical seasonal festivities. As the holiday approached most elves gathered their Christmas spirit and became more animated, productive and joyful. Not Mrs. Mistletoe. The beautiful little woman withdrew deeper into her sorrows and according to the rampant gossip it was understandable, but not acceptable. He would have to do something about her attitude.
Rising from his desk he strode across the room and opened the door.
“Mrs. Mistletoe, I’m glad you could make the time to meet with me.”
“It was hardly a request,” she replied as she sailed past him into the office.
“And please don’t call me Mrs., it’s Ms. Mistletoe,” she said a bit sharply as she spun to face him when he closed the door.
“I’m sorry. I was given to understand you’d been married.”
“I was. At one time I was known as Mrs. Breadhouse, but I’ve returned to my maiden name after Bernard, my slug of a husband, left me for Ginger,” she said with a slightly bitter laugh followed by a snort. “Word is they have a bun in the over, or perhaps I should say a cookie, but you might have missed some of that drama. Still, when he marries her she’ll be Mrs. Breadhouse, or Ginger Breadhouse to be specific. If that isn’t ridiculously trite, I don’t know what is.”
“I’m not one to listen to whispered innuendos,” he stated firmly, “and you shouldn’t either.”
“Pardon me, but it’s hard to ignore.”
“I’m sure it is, nevertheless, that’s not what I called you here to talk about today. Please have a seat,” he said indicating a chair in front of his desk that had two steps in front of it.
Carefully Merry climbed the stairs and sat, crossing her legs, her foot popping up and down in obvious agitation.
“Please go on, Mr. Bright,” she suggested briskly. “I do have work to do.”
“That’s precisely why I asked you to come in. I’m wondering, actually everyone is wondering, why your dolls are painted so unhappily this year. I’ve looked at your earlier work and they are quite lovely. You’re a skilled artist, Ms. Mistletoe.”
“So what’s going on? You have to realize we can’t use those sad faced dolls.”
“I think that should be obvious. Christmas is a happy time of year for children. I doubt your work this year will inspire anything but sadness.”
“Why shouldn’t children know that life is not all hearts and flowers? Why can’t little girls be shown that tears and sadness are all part of growing up?” she demanded.
“I’m sure most of them know that Ms. Mistletoe. Children don’t live in a bubble,” he pointed out calmly. “Our job, your job, is to give them some joy. Some children are already well aware of the harsh realities of life. Let’s not make it worse.”
“I understand your point, but I don’t agree,” she stated firmly, narrowing her eyes.
“You don’t have too. All you have to do is follow my instructions and paint some smiling dolls,” he shot back.
“And if I don’t want to?” she asked quietly.
“Then you will be moved to another department, one where your negative attitude won’t reflect on what we do here. We have a mission and I’m here to make sure we stick to it.”
“I’m glad that you do,” he replied, eyeing her sharply. “That will be all, Ms. Mistletoe. You may go, but I’ll be watching you. I suggest you take my words to heart.”
Merry clamped her lips together. She’d been dismissed. Quickly she slipped to the floor her heels tapping out her anger as she made her way to the door.
“And lose those shoes, Ms. Mistletoe. You know they are not allowed and neither is three pair of earrings. They present a hazard.”
Merry didn’t answer; she simply slipped through the door to his office and slammed it behind her a little harder that was necessary. She’d made up her mind about her new supervisor. Bartlett Bright was an opinionated jerk and she was going to take him down.
Bartlett leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers under his chin. She was pretty, that much of what he’d heard about her was true. At nearly five feet she was tall for an elf but her curves were in all the right places. And that hair was amazing. It had a life of its own, long strands that caught the light every time she moved and he could not decide if it was silver or gold. She was also a gifted artist, but her attitude left a lot to be desired.
So some man, wait, elf, had done her wrong. It happened. He’d been dumped more than once in his life and survived. So would she. Letting it affect her work was a huge mistake, especially when what she did was so incredibly important. He would not sit back and let her ruin Christmas or her future.
A female elf could go places. Santa was not only open to females moving up in the organization, he encouraged it. Ms. Mistletoe had better come to her senses or she’d find herself stuck wrapping packages. He hoped it wouldn’t come to that. No one with her talent should be shuffled off to stuffing red sacks. He intended to see that didn’t happen to this angry little elf one way or another.
Happy Holidays Everyone!