"You wouldn’t think I would use the word “sweet” to describe such a book but oh my, it was just that. This is truly a story of good versus evil. A story of greed. And, a story of hope, of love, of standing up for what you know is right. It also had the sweetest epilogue. Jessica never ceases to amaze me with her imagination, with her stories. There are so many hidden messages in this book that we could all take to heart. In the end, it’s a story of acceptance, of finding your one true love, no matter what package they are in, and a story of finding your happy ever after." - Carol [Goodreads Addict]
"Not only did this story have amazing and lovable main characters, but the story was equally awesome and addictive. I never wanted to put this story down. I’m always amazed at the creativeness and talented mind of this author and A Christmas to Fight For is yet another I can add to my favorites from her. Looking for something Christmassy and unusual and well-written and packed full of vivid descriptions to easily pull you into the pages? I highly recommend you take a chance on this one." - Lori. R
Standing over me, the demon is almost in shadow. However, past the strange features of his skin, tail, and horns, I clearly read his anger and hate. He hates me.
Why?
“For my father! For my people! For all that is still good in this world!” he shouts.
The impact of his words are almost the same as a jolt from a bullet. He sounds righteous and like he is on the right side, not us. He must be delusional. He must be crazy.
He holds up his gun, his aim pointed at my chest.
I close my eyes, wondering what death will be like. I heard people say that their ancestors are there to greet them, that they are welcomed by them and live out their afterlife in the cradle of family. But my family disowned me, and I somehow don’t expect anyone further up my family line to understand me. If anything, they will probably hate me worse.
Is it my destiny to be murdered then spend the rest of my afterlife alone, too?
Instead of the blast of the weapon expunging the bullet from the nozzle, I hear a click, which tells me that he’s out of bullets.
I open one eye first, and then the other, watching him glare down at his gun.
Could it be? Am I saved?
He throws the gun to the ground then fists his hands into my suit, picking me up then headbutting me.
I cry out, certain I have been stabbed by his horns, but it’s my nose that feels the most pain.
Blood gushes down my face, and all I taste and smell is blood.
“Release him!” someone shouts from behind him. He’s so damn big that I can’t see who it is.
“Just kill it!” someone else yells, this voice commanding. I think it might have come from Chancellor Gibson.
I begin to feel better knowing he’s here. He will know what to do.
“They’re so close that we could hit Santa Claus!”
“Then we’ll get another Santa Claus! Just kill it! It cannot be allowed to live!”
I glance at the demon still holding me, one hand releasing me so he can grab something out of his pocket. He then swings me around just as a gunshot blasts from behind him, but this demon isn’t quick enough to use me as a shield.
His body jolts as he’s hit, and then his hand smacks into me. The item he’s holding is a space-eater.
“Shi—”
The last syllable is lost as we jump through space and land somewhere I have never been before.
What the hell just happened?
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