Bewitched Christmas
By Cate Lawley
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Witch-napped from a Florida vacation!
Camille's been unwillingly drafted to help prevent a Christmas catastrophe in snowy Hidden Haven. Magic from the annual Spirit of Christmas Ball keeps the town hidden from humans for the rest of the year, but the magic from the ball can't be captured without the town's holiday cheer vessel: a wand that adorns the town's tree as its crowning star.
Camille arrives dressed in a red ball gown, receives a pair of glass slippers that magically don't pinch, and is assigned a canine companion to assist in her mission: find Hidden Haven's pilfered holiday cheer wand.
She and Ethan—the dog—have ten hours to sort the entire fiasco or Hidden Haven will be revealed to the human world.Join Camille and her not-entirely-canine companion, Ethan, as they try to save the quaint little town of Hidden Haven from the outside world.
Bewitched Christmas takes place in the Vegan Vamp and Night Shift Witch world and features a Night Shift Witch character (Camille!). Bewitched Christmas can be enjoyed as a standalone story. No previous knowledge of the world or characters is necessary.
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Bewitched Christmas - Cate Lawley
1
December 23, 1999
Somewhere cold
I’d been kidnapped.
The first vacation I’d taken in years, and someone snatched me from my beachy retreat and dumped me in this frigid landscape of despair.
Twinkling lights on the snowcapped trees edging the lane mocked me.
Whatever. Twinkling lights and cheery red Christmas bows aside, it was hideously cold. I’d planned for a sunny holiday, and here I was walking along a deserted lane in a winter wonderland of freezing cold. Clearly, I’d angered the wrong witch. Or this was someone’s perverse idea of a joke.
I’d also been violated. My bikini had been stolen from my body, replaced by a long, red evening gown. Red really wasn’t my color. And to add to this stranger’s bad decision-making, the idiot thief who’d dolled me up had given me no sleeves, a plunging neckline, and failed to provide a coat.
I did have sinfully warm black Uggs on my feet, so there was that.
I hugged my arms close to my body and trudged along, heading for the streams of smoke disappearing into silver wisps in the distance. Where there was smoke, especially that variety, there were chimneys attached to fireplaces with toasty fires inside them. And from the look of it, there were enough plumes to indicate a small town. Maybe someone there could zap me back to the beach. And even if not, at least I’d be warm.
I’d made it about twenty minutes, cursing and rubbing my arms all the while, when a bright red Mini Cooper traveling the same direction pulled to a stop next to me.
Camille?
A young witch with fluffy blonde curls called through the rolled-down passenger window. Camille Cadell?
She could have had psycho written on her forehead in blood, and I’d still have owned up to my identity. She didn’t. She looked like a cross between a baby duckling and an angel, all sweetness and innocence and big blue eyes. Almost as bad as being labeled a serial killer, because that was not a normal look for a witch.
My teeth chattered as I replied, Yes, I’m Camille Cadell.
I leaned closer to the stream of warm air escaping her car. Please tell me your seats are heated and that you’ve arrived to take me away.
I didn’t specify away from what, because really, there were so many choices. The cold, for one. This bizarre situation for another.
What are you doing here? You should be at the town hall!
Note to self: whoever zapped me here didn’t mean for me to catch pneumonia; they just had horrific aim. Instantaneous travel was no small accomplishment, so I shouldn’t quibble—and yet I would. Because I was turning into an icicle when I could have been getting a nice, unhealthy sunburn.
I stared longingly at the interior of her car.
Oh, gosh, sorry, yes. Please get in.
Then she delivered a blinding smile once I’d settled into the passenger seat and shut the door. Thank you so much for agreeing to help so last minute.
To lie or not to lie?
I was really cold, and the car was really warm.
I stuck my hands in front of the vents and kept my mouth shut.
She glanced down the length of my dress and frowned. I was expecting some sympathy for the scant attire, but she said, Your hem’s all damp. I hope it dries okay. You have to wear that dress to the ball.
The ball.
I was in a freezing cold, out of the way, twinkle-light- and red-bow-loving hick town. With witches who were holding a ball.
These witches weren’t the practical variety. They were the kind who lived in a world where it was perfectly okay to snatch a person away from the sand and the sun without warning.
I swallowed a sigh and tried to temper my homicidal thoughts. I’d never been to this rural gem of a town, but I had a pretty good idea of its name.
How could I not? My grandfather founded it.
And right on cue, a cheerfully colored sign welcomed us to Hidden Haven. Which was pretty darn funny, considering the fact that the town was literally a haven for witches looking to avoid the normal
world, and it was supposed to be hidden.
I guess if travelers made it to the sign, then they were well within town limits and it was already too late to hide.
I should have introduced myself,
the angelic duckling said. I was just so worried something had gone awry with the zap that zapped you here, and then there you were, and your hem was all muddy, and… Sorry! I’m Noelle.
Of course you are,
I muttered.
That sign might as well have welcomed me to hell. I’d just arrived in the witch version of a German Christmas market, all garlands and Christmas spices and excessive holiday cheer. Every store had a wreath, the streetlamps were festooned with garlands and bows, and every shrub, bush, and tree that could be lit had lights. Big surprise that a town my grandfather founded would be Christmas crazy. He always had loved the holiday.
A long time ago, when I was a little girl, I had to. But I hadn’t been that child in a long time.
The shiny red Mini pulled to a stop in the town square in front of what had to be the town hall. It was as if the bows, garlands, and lights we’d passed had come to a frothing boil here in the center of town. The building was an explosion of Christmas.
Each of the windows had ribbon across the panes and a bow, as if to represent a gift. Silvery white lights and fresh evergreen hung draped from every imaginable surface. There was even an old-fashioned sleigh in front of the building. It was painted bright red and green, unlike the reindeer it was attached to. Those appeared to be of a more permanent nature. There weren’t nine of them, just five, but they were full-size statues created from some metal, and looked so lifelike that they could almost have been real.
I stared in perplexed awe. It was a lot to take in.
Your grandfather is so excited to see you!
Noelle chirped excitedly.
I winced. My hands had thawed, but my upper arms were still cold and the chill had seeped deep into my bones. I wasn’t equipped for this level of peppy.
Since Noelle was looking at me expectantly, as if she expected me to reply, I said, It’s been a few years.
She nodded and smiled, as if I’d announced a burning desire to see him again. Then she reached in the back and pulled out a black velvet bag. These are for you.
Uh, thanks?
I took the bag and realized there were shoes inside.
To go with your dress,
Noelle said, as if it was the most natural thing for her to have a pair of shoes for me stashed in her car. And also for me to be wearing a ball gown at—I glanced at her dash clock—ten in the morning.
Right.
I nodded. Better to go along with the crazy and not ask too many questions. I opened the door.
There was a chocolate Lab sitting in the next space, staring at me.
What?
I mumbled, staring back.
You might want to be careful with those,
a grumpy male voice warned. They’re glass.
I stared harder at the dog and scowled, because those words had come from his mouth.
Noelle laughed. Don’t mind Ethan. He’s always a grumpy Gus, but he’s been even worse since—
Noelle,
Ethan said warningly.
Save me, I called out silently to the heavens.
From Noelle’s perky duckling innocence.
From frigid temperatures.
From grumpy dogs that talked.
But mostly, save me from myself, because I was ready to murder my grandfather.
2
Inever heard what had made Ethan grumpy. Since he was a Labrador and they were a cheery sort of animal, it had to be something bad.
Maybe it was whatever had given him the power of speech. Dogs weren’t meant to talk. It upset the balance of things.
But I didn’t want to hear about Ethan the Dog’s woes or why I’d been given a pair of glass slippers to wear. As if there was any chance they’d be comfortable. I just grabbed the velvet bag and headed for the door to the town hall—where my grandfather was bound to be, lording it over his domain.
I had to tromp through snow. The sidewalks were cleared but not all of the parking lot. What good would glass slippers do me on icy sidewalks and snowy parking lots? And what was with the dress? Thermal underwear, ski pants, and a down jacket would have been more appropriate for that trek I’d made earlier.
I flung the town hall door open with excessive force, because I’d just gotten a good look at myself in the reflection of one of the windows.
I was going to give that man a piece of my mind.
Ethan, being on four legs, navigated the snow more easily and was right on my heels as I stormed through the building.
He discreetly gave directions as he trotted at my heels, which allowed me to stride through the building like a woman on a mission.
I would have yanked my grandfather’s door open dramatically, but it was already propped open with a doorstop. It seemed the mayor of Hidden Haven liked people wandering in and out of his office with no warning.
Then again, there was an assistant sitting at a desk outside his office who was probably supposed to control