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    Hollie Porter's Hat Trick Christmas: A Revelation Cove novella
    Hollie Porter's Hat Trick Christmas: A Revelation Cove novella
    Hollie Porter's Hat Trick Christmas: A Revelation Cove novella
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    Hollie Porter's Hat Trick Christmas: A Revelation Cove novella

    By Eliza Gordon

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    Hollie Porter has her fifth Christmas with hunky hockey husband Ryan all planned out. But when a massive storm grounds her man on the mainland, Hollie must work double time to keep the Revelation Cove guests happy, fed—and rabies-free.

    They say bad things come in threes, but in hockey, three goals by one player is called a hat trick. Despite weather woes, a group of masked party crashers, and a very merry strip tease gone wrong, can Hollie still score a hat trick of her own on the Big Day?

    Come on up to the Cove for a hilarious holiday romp full of romance, cookies, and chaos—as if you’d expect anything less from our beloved Hollie.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSGA Books
    Release dateDec 24, 2023
    ISBN9781989908556
    Hollie Porter's Hat Trick Christmas: A Revelation Cove novella
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    Eliza Gordon

    A native of Portland, Oregon, Eliza Gordon (a.k.a. Jennifer Sommersby) has lived up and down the West Coast of the United States, but since 2002, home has been a suburb of Vancouver, British Columbia. Despite the occasional cougar and bear sightings in her neighborhood, there’s no place she’d rather rest her webbed feet (except maybe Scotland). When not lost in a writing project, Eliza is a copyeditor, mom, wife, and bibliophile, and the proud parent of one very spoiled tuxedo cat. Eliza writes stories to help you believe in happily ever after; Jennifer Sommersby, her other self, writes young-adult fiction. Both personalities are represented by Daniel Lazar at Writers House.

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      Hollie Porter's Hat Trick Christmas - Eliza Gordon

      1

      I’ll have to slip Tanner a twenty so he doesn’t narc on me to his brother. If Ryan sees how many of these packages have my name on them, I’ll never hear the end of it.

      Glad we brought the big boat today. Tanner winks as he pushes the wheeled blue bin down the dock. He doesn’t complain about the subzero temperature or the brisk wind. He laughed when I said the sporadic scant snow looked like Zeus had scratched his scalp and then shook out the dandruff over the western British Columbia coast. He called me weird. I thanked him and boarded the Revelation Cove aquatic limousine.

      Most of these are Christmas presents. They’re just addressed to me. I accept one of the bulging canvas totes as he hands it over the boat railing. As I lack the Fielding brothers’ beefy biceps, the bag does not have a soft landing on the floor.

      OK, so maybe I went a little nuts this year.

      But can you blame me? Ryan looks hot in this particular brand of Henley I found so he needs one in every color; Miss Betty has been not so subtle in her hints about new kitchen gadgets all year (we probably should not have introduced her to the cooking influencers on Instagram), plus she has no chill when it comes to buying toys for Acorn, Chef Joseph’s golden retriever who actually prefers Miss Betty to everyone else; we’re doing a Secret Santa so most of the staff have sent their orders care of our P.O. box; and I do have the World’s Most Incredible Niece, Elsbeth, who deserves all the latest and greatest in books, My Little Ponies, and STEM games. I’m gunning to be first on her list of thank-yous when she’s accepting the Nobel, the Pulitzer, and the Fields Medal.

      One more, Tanner says, hoisting a third (fourth?) tote over the side. Jeez, Hols, what is in this one?

      That might be my cauldron, I say. Tanner lifts an eyebrow and wipes his bright red nose.

      This better not all be stuff for my kid.

      "Your kid is a genius. I will do everything in my power to make sure she obliterates the competition."

      She’s barely started preschool.

      Never too early to get started on that world domination, bro.

      He laughs and signals that he’s going to run the cart back up to the dock shed. Because Revelation Cove is nowhere near a package distribution center—and last I checked, the gray and blue Amazon trucks are not amphibious—all our online retailer orders are sent to a commercial post office in Victoria. Every few weeks, one or two among us take the three-hour boat ride south from our island, rent a ride-share vehicle from the harbor (we had an old van for such purposes, but it was stolen from the storage lot two years ago and we opted not to replace it), and empty our pickup locker where all non-food deliveries collect and wait to come home with us.

      Home to the most beautiful place in the whole wild world. Emphasis on wild.

      This week’s load includes extra food—enough to feed half a major junior hockey team made up of seventeen- to twenty-year-old players who regularly eat double their weight. Hockey players clean out pantries like a locust swarm. I’m just glad the organization gave Ryan a per diem to feed the lads he’s flying up.

      Last count, at least eight of the twenty-four players will be at Revelation Cove for Christmas, along with a few members of the coaching staff and their significant others, as applicable. On top of the guests who’ve already arrived, we will have a very full house.

      A wind buffets the side of the boat, and the water chops underfoot in our harbor moorage slip. I smile to myself as I push and pull bags and boxes into distinct piles—and maintain my balance. Over the last four and a half years of life at Rev Cove, my sea legs have grown in nicely.

      Tanner unties us from the dock and then hops onto the rear deck. A shiver of excitement runs through me—after a busy morning and early afternoon of errands, pickups, and banking, we’re heading north, and that means only one more sleep until the man of my dreams floats back into my life so I can unwrap my Christmas present of a different sort altogether.

      2

      Iate too much breakfast. I’ll be burping scrambled eggs with fresh crab and onion all morning.

      And I keep looking at the clock but not paying enough attention to the numbers to note the actual time. According to my clipboard of checklists, written on paper instead of one of those apps Tabby keeps bugging me to try, everything is under control.

      Checklists written on paper never lie. Unless they’re written in Ryan’s messy script and then who knows what the hell they say. Don’t tell him I said that—his handwriting sucks, but fortunately, he has other hand-focused skills that are much better.

      Thank the gods he’s coming home today. Every thought running through my mind is tainted by perversion, my dirty little mind twisting regular words into innuendo no matter the topic. It’s not gone unnoticed

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