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Christmas at the Candied Apple Café
Katherine Garbera
There’s nothing so magical as Christmas in New York…Santa is coming to New York!Snow is falling, excitement is high and the delicious scent of chocolate drifts along Fifth Avenue – the Candied Apple Café is ready for Christmas! And no one is busier than publicist Iona Summerlin. With so much to do, she doesn’t have time to think about men, dating, or the fact her last boyfriend ditched her for her brother… Relationships are off the menu!Hotel boss Mads Eriksson is not looking forward to the first Christmas since losing his wife. His six-year-old daughter Sofia has lost her belief in Christmas magic along with her mother, and he has no idea what to do. But an unusually festive business meeting at the Candied Apple – and meeting the beautiful Iona – starts to defrost Mads’ frozen heart, and suddenly life seems full of light and sparkle again.If only they dare to believe, maybe all their Christmas dreams will come true!
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Table of Contents
Cover (#u795d99fd-55d9-5a45-a989-cfa90dcf43ae)
Title Page (#ufc9e46b8-480e-5e00-b9b2-21d2488632e9)
Copyright (#u34113b50-f05c-573f-8bb5-8dd25a7ef17f)
Dedication (#u2f65bd7e-487e-59ab-8858-81302db9cd4c)
Chapter 1 (#uc8064f01-208a-5bfb-ace8-923ae622ccd8)
Chapter 2 (#u8d4690d8-e447-50fb-a093-3d1f765189b4)
Chapter 3 (#u23d66c27-dde6-5b9c-8268-864377db6db2)
Chapter 4 (#u2d9ccb72-eafc-51a4-ae1a-7ce6c46e56cd)
Chapter 5 (#u4577e7b6-b251-5907-bb87-65cedd312ed3)
Chapter 6 (#u74419f57-ee8e-5663-8a29-03be4a44c7dd)
Chapter 7 (#ue3ef5fb5-c38f-5342-8665-7c8618735d49)
Chapter 8 (#ucd90e803-b9f4-5e32-b8a7-4011f0eb275e)
Chapter 9 (#ue1b9f169-7bf7-5ca3-816f-59cddc8484d7)
Chapter 10 (#u9f3fb026-b993-5696-9bd8-d50f7e3b212a)
Chapter 11 (#u0e5612ca-4f46-5e7d-8fe1-deeebafa00ef)
Chapter 12 (#uf97b7e56-7ed6-5f79-b7f6-ad479cf3378e)
Chapter 13 (#ucc3ce81a-8d66-5724-a236-031ad9f71955)
Chapter 14 (#uc2fe932e-6d82-5720-84cd-8ef239e763fb)
Chapter 15 (#u1ef9f02a-a63b-5e14-b184-cefe4d8deab9)
Chapter 16 (#ue3ac4152-a469-5116-be5f-fe9650e5451b)
Chapter 17 (#ube6b711e-80cd-554a-8d75-4028721fba96)
Chapter 18 (#ua339ad7e-195c-5c86-acce-b557ec0ce099)
Chapter 19 (#ubfbd4614-37b7-5e45-b2a8-149f1204779a)
Chapter 20 (#u141c65c0-43fd-539c-892b-60e8a304abb1)
Chapter 21 (#u5dccfa44-bc06-5d90-a6b6-2f61ddcd5280)
Epilogue (#u5b7f00c5-1116-5c14-96fe-e997dacbb739)
Also by Katherine Garbera (#u0307a8c6-b336-531e-a0de-50901099ecb1)
About the Author (#ufd0955c8-b1be-5c03-850d-e058a49cb45e)
Recipes (#u64158647-0a55-5c61-af0f-ead429316e4c)
About HarperImpulse (#u8913294c-4d06-5552-80d9-428c7d3ef26c)
About the Publisher (#u9fe738ba-e791-5e39-baf4-2f36ec8b0b65)
Christmas is such a special time of the year for my family. My parents were married on Christmas Eve and this year will celebrate their 50th anniversary. This book is dedicated to Charlotte and David Smith for showing me that the best things in life always start with love, laughter and family.
I’d also like to dedicate this book to my family and it’s a large one, so please indulge me this list of those who I keep in my heart. Rob, Courtney, Lucas, Bobby, Josh, Tabby, Donna, Scott, Emily, Linda, James, Ryan, and Katie.
Chapter 1 (#u173266f8-c5f7-5e70-858d-70731988ef88)
Christmas was the most special time of the year. This year, Iona Summerlin had poured all of her energy into making the Candied Apple Café a Christmas wonderland. She’d started from the storefront windows all the way through the shop. Her theme had been the “magic of Christmas”. Standing underneath the iron-worked apple that hung in front of the shop and watching as one of the crew on the lighting team she’d hired placed a large Santa hat on the apple, she couldn’t help but smile.
The windows had been inspired by Frosty the Snowman and how the magician’s hat had the power to bring him to life. Iona and her design team had come up with a group of kids in one window and a group of adults in the window on the other side of the door that were both looking at a very plain shopfront. Every thirty seconds a wind blew through the scene and stockinged caps, berets, and top hats settled onto the heads of the different characters while the backdrop changed to a magical wonderland of the Candied Apple Café with different chocolates and other offerings, including their famous Minty Cocoa.
Snow fell lightly on the sidewalk outside of the Candied Apple. “It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas” could be heard from the shop each time the door opened and Iona stood next to her very best friends in the world. They were being photographed for an article about the hottest holiday places in Manhattan. And Iona knew she should be satisfied, but she was already thinking about next Christmas, and the things she wanted to implement for next year.
This holiday season they were competing with the big guys on Fifth Avenue with their window scenes, so she’d pulled out all the stops to make sure their customers got the maximum holiday experience.
And it felt like her work was paying off. Two different companies had contacted her about partnering with them for the New Year. One was a luxury resort chain, which even Iona admitted was a long shot. The chain had only twenty resorts worldwide and in each resort they offered their guests a one-of-a-kind experience and retail options that weren’t available everywhere. So, signing with them would give the Candied Apple an opening into the luxury clientele market that Iona thought would be wonderful. She had a few concerns, though, given that Hayley Dunham, their head chef, was particular about who she allowed to make chocolates for their shop. So far, the chocolatiers she’d used were just herself and one apprentice.
The other option was a developer who was interested in helping them open a second location in Manhattan down in the old meat packing district, which had become a trendy food mecca.
“This is so perfect, Iona. I love the ‘magic of Christmas’ and I think you have really captured it,” Cici Johnson said, coming up to her and looping her arm through Iona’s. Cici was a few inches shorter than her. Her friend and business partner had an easy smile that matched her curly brown hair. She usually wore horn-rimmed glasses but had contacts in today as they were doing a photo shoot for Manhattan magazine.
They were all dressed like … well Mariah Carey in her All I Want for Christmas video because it was sexy, Christmassy, and she wanted the promo she’d arranged to be as enticing as it could be.
Hayley joined them, linking her arm to Cici’s. Hayley had blonde hair that she’d had in a pixie cut but was starting to grow out. The three of them smiled at each other. Some days, it was almost more than any of them could believe. Of course, they’d had the dream of the café becoming a success but there were times when it was still hard to believe it was finally happening.
“Same. I just love it. This morning I stood out here with Lucy for a good ten minutes just watching the windows change.”
“I’m glad. I already have some ideas for next year.”
“Let’s get through this Christmas season first,” Hayley said.
Iona’s watch pinged and she glanced down at the device, which was linked to her smart phone.
“Oh, crap.”
“What?”
“I’m supposed to be changed and on my way to meet Mads Eriksson from the Loughman Group.”
“If you miss it, then it wasn’t meant to be,” Hayley said. “And then I don’t have to figure out how I’m going to train other chefs to make candy my way.”
Iona had to smile at the way Hayley said it. It wasn’t that her technique was different to other chocolate makers, it was that Hayley used her gut instinct to create unique flavors. She spent a lot of time coming up with them. Her objection to opening even one other location was quality control.
“Don’t worry. The Loughman Group of hotels aren’t going to scrimp on quality. It’s one of the reasons why I’m even talking to them,” Iona said. “I better reschedule this afternoon’s appointment, though.”
She stepped aside and made a quick call and cancelled the appointment for this afternoon. She knew her focus needed to be here at the Candied Apple Café. This was what had brought them to the attention of the luxury hotel chain.
Eriksson’s assistant said she’d get back to Iona with a new time and Iona turned back to her friends. They were both so happy. Cici was a new mom with a cute newborn at home waiting for her, and Hayley was engaged to a man that Iona knew loved her friend very much.
“What are you doing?”
“Just thinking how blessed we are,” Iona said, coming back over to them. “I want you to know, Hay, that I wouldn’t agree to anything that would compromise our vision for the store.”
Hayley hugged her close. “I know. But we have to think about the bottom line.”
“We do, but we aren’t in this for the money,” Iona said.
“I don’t like it when you say that,” Cici said, adjusting the red velvet Santa hat on Iona’s head. “I like it when we have a healthy profit. Makes my job much easier.”
“Money is good. It’s just not what drives us,” Iona said.
“Exactly,” Cici and Hayley said at the same time.
Then they all high fived each other.
“Do that again,” the photographer said. “Girl power.”
Girl power.
“More like woman power,” Iona said.
“Woman power, then,” the photographer said.
This shop had come out of the three of them dating the same guy and finding out about it. These women were her heart sisters and meant more to her than she could say.
***
Though it was only three days after Thanksgiving, Christmas was everywhere and Mads Eriksson, who wasn’t Scrooge by any means but really could do with some productivity from his staff, didn’t like it.
He kept his office neat and clean with only a small silver frame on his desk that held two pictures side by side. One of Gill from before she’d gotten sick and Sofia’s current school picture. He looked down at his two ladies and wondered if he was making the right decisions for his daughter.
“Hong Kong on line one,” his assistant said via the intercom.
“Thanks, Lexi.”
He knew he had to take the call, but hesitated, reaching out to brush his finger over Gill’s cheek and then turned away, reaching for the phone. God, he missed her. He tried not to. He knew that she was gone but there were times when he ached for her.
It had been a year but the pain hadn’t lessened at all.
Death was permanent so why did it keep surprising him? No matter how many times he thought he’d made peace with Gill being gone there was always something unexpected.
Always.
Dammit.
He had business to conduct. He was good at his job and he didn’t want to find himself in the same position as Amherst, having to justify his qualifications to the board of directors. He had to either motivate the Hong Kong General Manager or find a replacement; something he really didn’t want to have to do this close to the holidays.
He had said he wasn’t a Scrooge but firing someone in December really would make him feel like one and give him one more reason to hate this month.
