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    Santa Baby: A Dickens Holiday Prequel - Dorrit's Diner
    Santa Baby: A Dickens Holiday Prequel - Dorrit's Diner
    Santa Baby: A Dickens Holiday Prequel - Dorrit's Diner
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    Santa Baby: A Dickens Holiday Prequel - Dorrit's Diner

    By Peggy Jaeger

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    It's Christmas Eve morning in the tiny New England town of Dickens.

    Santa's arrival is imminent, and a hint of snow is in the air.

    Amy Dorrit is just about to open her popular diner for the breakfast rush when she discovers an abandoned baby on her back doorstep.

    Amy knows she should call the authorities and turn the infant over to them, but she just can't. Thoughts of her own abandonment as a baby flood through her and she wants to keep the little one out of the hands of the authorities until the mother – hopefully –returns.

    But will the mom come back? And if she doesn't, what is Amy prepared to do about the baby who has, already, claimed her heart?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPeggy Jaeger
    Release dateJun 7, 2021
    ISBN9798201933678
    Santa Baby: A Dickens Holiday Prequel - Dorrit's Diner
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    Peggy Jaeger

    Peggy Jaeger is a contemporary romance writer who writes Romantic Comedies about strong women, the families who support them, and the men who can’t live without them. If she can make you cry on one page and bring you out of tears rolling with laughter the next, she’s done her job as a writer! Family and food play huge roles in Peggy’s stories because she believes there is nothing that holds a family structure together like sharing a meal…or two…or ten. Dotted with humor and characters that are as real as they are loving, she brings all topics of daily life into her stories: life, death, sibling rivalry, illness and the desire for everyone to find their own happily ever after. Growing up the only child of divorced parents she longed for sisters, brothers and a family that vowed to stick together no matter what came their way. Through her books, she’s created the families she wanted as that lonely child. When she’s not writing Peggy is usually painting, crafting, scrapbooking or decoupaging old steamer trunks she finds at rummage stores and garage sales. As a lifelong diarist, she caught the blogging bug early on, and you can visit her at peggyjaeger.com where she blogs daily about life, writing, and stuff that makes her go "What??!"

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      Santa Baby - Peggy Jaeger

      Chapter 1

      On a cold Christmas Eve, 38 years ago, in the tiny New England town of Dickens...

      Amy Dorrit considered it one of life’s simple gifts that she didn’t have to commute to work each morning. She could jump out of bed five minutes before she needed to be ready, and, courtesy of the shower she religiously took each night to rid her of the day’s clinging aromas of grease and coffee, could simply run a quick washcloth over her eyes to rid them of the sleep nestled there. A dab of deodorant, a speedy dance with her toothbrush, and a tug of her waist-length, honey colored hair into a ponytail completed her morning ritual. She threw on her work uniform of old and much-loved jeans, t-shirt, and sneakers, before skipping down the thirteen steps from her apartment to the diner.

      As the owner and operator of one of Dickens’ favorite eateries, Amy turned the closed sign to open each day and then reversed the act every night. A dedicated work ethic had been instilled within her from watching her parents work tirelessly in the diner throughout her childhood.

      She’d completed her homework sitting at the lunch counter every afternoon while her mom poured her a glass of milk and her dad cut her a slice of the day’s pie. As a high school senior, she’d filled out her college applications sitting in one of the booths with her mother and her mother’s best friends, Corrine and Matilda, looking on, giving sage advice and opinions. She’d bussed tables and learned how to brew a delicious cup of coffee before she learned to ride a bike. When she could be trusted not to burn herself, Amy learned to sling hash and grill a mouthwatering Dickens Burger the locals still asked for by name.

      In the two winters since her parents’ deaths within days of one another from the flu, running the diner and serving the citizens of Dickens consumed the bulk of Amy’s life. To honor the parents who’d loved her unconditionally, and to keep their memories alive, Amy kept the diner flourishing.

      On this cold Christmas Eve morning, Amy bounded down the stairs, her lips lifting at the knowledge Santa would visit the children of Dickens tonight. The smile broadened when she considered how long she could linger in bed the following morning since the diner would be closed.

      And who she’d be lingering there with.

      As she moved through the breezeway connecting the diner to her apartment, Amy heard a mewling sound at the back alley door. Her cook, Willie, often left scraps out for strays, especially in winter, and sometimes when she took the trash out at the end of the day, Amy would find a mamma cat searching for something to feed her kittens.

      Amy opened the door, expecting to see a hungry animal looking for a handout, and got the shock of the century when she found a baby carrier, complete with a crying infant nestled in it.

      She gasped, her head flicking right, then left, to find the person responsible for leaving a baby out in the frigid night air.

      Hello? Is anyone here?

      The still sleeping and silent town surrounded her as shoe impressions in the fresh snow indicated the baby hadn’t been there for long.

      The infant’s howl echoed in the quiet.

      Oh, you poor thing. Let’s get you out of the cold.

      She brought the carrier into her small office off the diner’s kitchen. Willie would be arriving within seconds so they could open at their usual time of 5 a.m. There were ten million things to get ready for the day before she turned the sign and unlocked the front door, but right now all her focus centered on the wailing infant.

      After placing the carrier on her desk, she switched on the overhead light and spotted a piece of paper shoved into the blanket covering the child. Lifting the baby into her arms, she cradled it close. When she nuzzled her face against the little red cheeks, she gasped at how cold they were.

      The hearty cries grew louder.

      It’s okay, sweetie. It’s okay. There’s certainly nothing wrong with your lungs, is there?

      Once freed from the confines of the blanket, Amy realized the infant couldn’t have been more than a few weeks old. Beet-red stains colored the tiny face from a mix of crying and the cold temps. Its fists flailed inside the white, full body bunting and a tiny knit cap covered the round head. Amy left it in place until the infant could warm up a bit.

      What in the name of all that’s holy are you holding, Amy Dorrit?

      Willie Jackson stood at her office door, a lit cigarette dangling from a corner of his mouth, his leather jacket hanging open and his eyes as big and round as his county-famous blueberry pancakes.

      What does it look like? Amy dug around in the carrier searching for a bottle, pacifier, something, to soothe the

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