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    Holiday Shifters
    Holiday Shifters
    Holiday Shifters
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    Holiday Shifters

    By Marie-Hélène Lebeault

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    Where holiday magic meets the heart of the supernatural...

     

    Clean YA Paranormal Holiday Romance

     

    In "Holiday Shifters," the spirit of Christmas takes a thrilling turn when Kayla, a London teen with a love for the season, finds herself trapped in an elevator with Connor, a boy whose green eyes hide a world of secrets. As they share stolen moments amidst the hustle and bustle of the festive season, they uncover a magical world right under their noses, where reindeer shifters guide Santa's sleigh and holiday wishes come true in the most unexpected ways.

    Connor, burdened with the legacy of his family and the magical world he belongs to, must navigate his growing feelings for Kayla while upholding his duties in the hidden community of shifters. Meanwhile, Kayla, whose life was all about plans and practicality, finds herself drawn into a whirlwind of romance and enchantment she never believed possible.

     

    Set against a backdrop of twinkling lights and snowy streets, "Holiday Shifters" is a tale of young love, ancient magic, and the timeless charm of Christmas. As New Year's Eve approaches, Kayla and Connor must decide how much they're willing to risk for a chance at a love that transcends worlds. Will the magic of the holidays bring them together, or will the secrets they keep tear them apart? This enchanting romance invites you to believe in the magic of Christmas and the power of love.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBeaches and Trails Publishing
    Release dateFeb 15, 2024
    ISBN9781998178476

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      Holiday Shifters - Marie-Hélène Lebeault

      CONNOR

      Tonight was the night. I was finally going to get my shot. A week before last Christmas, I travelled to the North Pole to participate in the reindeer games: three days of tryouts to test character, agility, magic control, and spirit.

      Being part of the team that pulled Santa’s sleigh on Christmas Eve was a true honour for my family. And yes, I'm talking about the real Santa, not some fake, storefront set-up.

      I first shifted into my reindeer form two years ago when I was fifteen, and ever since, I had dreamed of being a part of Santa’s team.

      My family hadn’t had a place on the team since my great, great, great grandfather. Santa had lost his trust in the Prancer family after my grandfather arrived late one Christmas Eve. He was supposed to lead the other reindeer, and he wasn’t just a little late either. He had overslept and arrived almost three hours late. Santa demoted him to the third spot and moved Jacob Rudolph to the front of the herd.

      Everyone knows the story of Rudolph, the famous, red-nosed reindeer. For generations, the Rudolph family rode his wave of fame until Sarah Blitzen won the reindeer games and was granted the lead of the herd.

      It was my family’s turn. Unfortunately, we have a bit of a reputation for being foul-tempered. When Jacob Rudolph was promoted above my grandfather, the winner of the reindeer games, he lost his temper and almost ruined Christmas. Santa’s a great guy, but it took him a long time to trust anyone from my family again.

      The first full moon after my fifteenth birthday, I turned. The very next day, I cracked open the reindeer shifter history books.

      I practised every full moon and did everything I possibly could to hone my skills. I wanted to be a part of the team so badly. I needed everyone to see that my family had honour and integrity. Despite our bad tempers, we were good people and great reindeer.

      Reindeer shifters worldwide make the trip to the North Pole every December for the reindeer games. Shifters who live in frigid climes tend to win because they are used to the frosty conditions. Hundreds take part, and each year, only nine are chosen. I was one of them this year. Not just one of them, I had been granted the lead position. I was so excited that I felt like I had eaten one hundred sugar pops and was on a permanent sugar high. I could already feel Santa’s magic running through my veins. Mum even said that I was walking a little taller; it truly was a dream come true. For all of us Prancers.

      The tradition was that the chosen shifters would take their family’s portal to the North Pole at eight o’clock on Christmas Eve. We would have dinner with Santa and go over the plans for the evening. We would discuss the route to take, the speeds, commands, and safety. And, at midnight when the moon was at its highest, we would shift to our reindeer forms, gear up, and fly.

      I wanted to show Santa that he had chosen the right reindeer for the job. His trust in me was something I treasured. I wouldn’t repeat the mistakes of the past, and I took my responsibility seriously.

      I needed an outfit for dinner that said, ‘Santa, I won’t disappoint you.’ It also had to say, ‘I’m a Rockstar,’ because that’s exactly how I felt.

      I usually hated shopping. I let my sister do it for me; she’s so much better at it. But tonight was different; I needed just the right ensemble to fit the occasion.

      I had spent the better part of three hours going from store to store, but nothing seemed to fit what I had in mind. I wanted something more in tune with Christmas, something festive and fun.

      This is hopeless, I thought to myself after leaving another store empty-handed.

      I watched as everyone hurried around the well-lit streets while Christmas carols boomed from the loudspeakers. It gave me chills, but the good kind. I enjoyed people watching, seeing everyday people go about their lives, unaware of all the magic surrounding them. I always wondered how different things would be if people didn’t lose their belief in magic as they grew up.

      It was one of the best things about being a shifter, seeing and feeling the magic in everything around me. I turned and headed up towards Oxford Street, hoping to find what I was looking for.

      I sighed as I admired the Christmas decorations – the snowflakes, the flashing Santas, and even the glittering reindeer, which made me laugh. Each store looked like they were trying to outdo the store before on levels of Christmas spirit.

      The air was electric; it made me even more excited for midnight. I was so lost in the moment that I didn’t pay attention to where I was going. I walked straight into a girl. She had apparently decided that the middle of the street was the perfect place to stand and stare into space.

      Sorry, I said simply, grabbing her shoulders so we wouldn’t tumble to the ground. She barely registered what had happened, so I kept going. I felt a pull towards Jessie’s, a department store. I could feel the magic pulling me inside; my outfit called to me. I could feel it.

      2

      KAYLA

      Would you like that gift wrapped, miss? asked the sales clerk whose name tag read Tom.

      Yes, please, I replied with a grin.

      I stood waiting and breathed a sigh of relief; I had finally bought the last of my Christmas gifts, my outfit for Christmas Day, and still had a little money to spare.

      Jingle Bell Rock played over the store speakers as I watched Tom fold the brown leather jacket I had bought for Dad and place it neatly in a large white box. I marvelled at how elegantly he folded the red wrapping paper decorated with snowflakes and finished it off with a white and silver glittering ribbon. It was impressive.

      I checked my phone and saw I had two messages. The first was from my Mum reminding me that dinner was at eight-thirty and to message her as soon as I was on the train home. The second text was from my BFF, Louise. She had sent pictures of the dress and shoes she bought for a New Year’s Eve party and was panicked because she couldn’t find a bag to match. Little did she know, I had the perfect bag for her as her gift.

      Here you go, have a Happy Christmas, Tom said, handing me the large bag containing all my gifts.

      Thanks, you too! I smiled back and headed downstairs. My shoulders ached from carrying the multiple bags. I looked out of the large windows on the second floor and noticed it had started to snow. I hated the cold, that feeling of not being able to move your fingers as the freezing temperatures froze your joints.

      I checked the time and saw that I still had about an hour before the store closed and about an hour and a half before I had to catch the last train to

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