All I Want For Christmas Is a Reaper by Liana Brooks

Author:Liana Brooks
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: best paranormal romances, paranormal romance with grim reaper in chicago, competent women female main characters, holiday romance with magic, Christmas romance novella story with movie magic
Publisher: Inkprint Press
Published: 2020-11-30T16:00:00+00:00

Somehow I was in the middle of a party, in the middle of the Field Museum, alone.

That was a new skill for me.

Stanley Field Hall had been decorated to match the theme of Lost Things, which was probably just an excuse to use all the winter holiday decorations that hadn’t been used for last year’s Midwinter Ball because an ice storm had shut down the city for two weeks.

Sharp, glittering snowflakes made of crystal hung overhead, threatening to drop and impale everyone. Pine trees decorated in wintery fair that was not supposed to look specifically religious but still leaned heavily to a twentieth-century European Christmas theme created a curved space.

And amid the greenery, displays of taxidermied animals that had gone extinct skulked with portraits of notable scholars and artists who had died in the past few decades, along with surrealist sculptures made of trash and lost forks.

The overall impression was a winter hellscape as described by someone on a bad acid trip. And the live orchestra from the music department of the local university was playing The Song Of Ice from the fantasy RPG I’d played in middle school.

Carefully maneuvering around a cluster of Chicago nouveau riche drenched in overly floral, competing perfumes as they discussed a bent fork with disgusting sincerity, I searched for the purple pop of color in a sea of dull autumnal tones. She was nowhere to be found.

I’d lost Ellen somewhere. How was beyond me. But I had.

Very thematic and all, but troubling. I hoped the curators weren’t randomly kidnapping people from the party to maintain the nightmare motif.

Drifting through the crowd, I found a pocket of space away from the greasy smell of the buffet and the dance floor where I could watch most of the room with my back to a support pillar that had escaped the winter wonderland treatment.

“Merri, I didn’t expect to see you here.” The voice was chilly as the museum air and possibly the best thing I’d heard all night.

“Delilah?” I turned to look at the only woman in Chicago who almost made me envious. She was wearing a blood red Taverly original.[26] Her long, chocolate-brown hair hung in seductive waves down to her hips, and wide, topaz-brown eyes sparkled against flawless, pale skin. And she was a good six inches taller than me. I’d have hated her if we didn’t get along so well.

Lifting her champagne glass, Delilah drifted across the floor. “I didn’t expect to see you here. Who deserves a dose of Kriesmas Cheer?”

“My friend is making her debut as a film director tonight and I am here as her Plus One and support.”

Delilah wrinkled her nose in disappointment. “And here I was hoping for fireworks.”

“Sorry to disappoint.” I looked around for the person I knew wouldn’t be far away.

He wasn’t.

Mayor Alan Adale was almost ten years older than me, fair-haired, green-eyed, impossibly fit—and somehow he always managed to stand so the lights hit his cheekbones like they were chiseled. He was beautiful, like a sculpture by Da Vinci or Luo Li Rong.

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