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Title: Kavanagh
Christmas
Author: Sarah Robinson
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About Kavanagh
Christmas:
The heartfelt holiday conclusion to the Kavanagh
Legends family saga revisits all the couples that readers have fallen in love
with throughout the series. An angsty and loving Christmas novella, it’s the
perfect goodbye to these Irish MMA fighters and a glimpse into what the future
holds for them.
With the Christmas season fast approaching, the entire
Kavanagh family is feeling anything but the holiday spirit. Commitments are
questioned, relationships are tense, and bickering is nonstop.
However, when a crisis strikes and the family realizes
that they might lose one of their own, they’ll come together to remember the
reason for the season is first, and foremost, love and family.
With their own heartwarming HEAs, Sarah Robinson’s
Kavanagh Legends novels can be read together or separately:
BREAKING A LEGEND
SAVING A LEGEND
BECOMING A LEGEND
CHASING A LEGEND
KAVANAGH CHRISTMAS
“Fans of Lori Foster’s SBC Fighters series will love
the MMA atmosphere of [Sarah] Robinson’s Legends.”—Library Journal
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“This endearing story showcases Keira and Quinn’s easy
banter, familiar warmth, and unquenchable heat.” – Publisher’s Weekly Starred
Review, on Chasing a Legend
*
“One of my favorite MMA books to date.”—#1 New York
Times bestselling author Rachel Van Dyken, on Breaking a Legend
*
“Those Kavanaghs really know how to make a girl
swoon.”—New York Times bestselling author Katy Evans
*
“Saving a Legend is a gripping and sexy MMA romance
with characters you’ll be rooting for long after you finish reading. Buckle
your seatbelts and get ready for one amazing and hot story from Sarah
Robinson.”—New York Times bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills, on Saving a
Legend
*
“Raw, sexy, and romantic, Becoming a Legend is another
perfect, steamy read about the heartwarming Kavanaghs.”—Kate Meader, author of
the Hot in Chicago series, on Becoming a Legend
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Excerpt
Prologue
Three Weeks Before Christmas
Three Weeks Before Christmas
Dee Kavanagh
“You’re
kidding, right?” Dee turned away from the stove to look at her husband of forty
years. “Not in your health.”
Seamus
grumbled something under his breath, putting the piece of bacon he’d been about
to eat back on the serving plate. “One piece of bacon with breakfast won’t kill
me.”
“Pfft.
You’re mad.” She shook her head, and turned back to stirring the scrambled eggs
she was making for her grandkids. “Plus, save it for the kids. They’ll be down
for breakfast in a minute.”
Her
oldest son, Rory, was away on a romantic weekend trip with his wife, Clare,
leaving their two children, Murphy and Brontë, under the care of Seamus and
Dee. Dee was, of course, thrilled. There was nothing she loved more than being
a mother, and now a grandmother. She would spend all day every day with her
grandkids if she could, and her heart was filled to overflowing to have so many
now.
At
the reminder, Dee gazed at the photo go her grandchildren in a homemade
popsicle-stick frame on her kitchen countertop that Murphy had made for her.
The photo inside was silly and sweet—all five grandchildren making funny faces
at the camera. Well, four of the five. Shea was in the back looking stoically
at the camera, which wasn’t unusual for the teenager with special needs. Shea
was Kieran’s wife, Fiona’s, biological sister, and when their mother passed
away, Fiona and Kieran had adopted her.
Dee
didn’t care one bit that they weren’t related by blood. Being loved and part of
their family didn’t have a DNA requirement, and that was something she’d raised
all her boys to know.
Next
to Shea in the photo was Rory and Clare’s two children, Murphy and Brontë.
Murphy was crossing his eyes and Brontë was sticking her tongue out, laughing.
Gavin was on the floor in front of them, his little arm around Ava’s shoulder
as they both made faces at the camera. Gavin was Kieran and Fiona’s son, and
the youngest of the entire group. Ava was Jimmy’s girlfriend Sophie’s daughter
from a previous relationship, and had been embraced by the family when Sophie
and Jimmy began dating.
“Have
you checked your sugar yet?” Dee asked, plating the scrambled eggs and adding a
serving spoon before placing it on the kitchen table next to the bacon and
biscuits.
“Not
yet.” Seamus pulled a blood glucose monitor out of a kitchen drawer and began
swabbing his finger with an alcohol wipe. He barely looked up at her, his
answers always as succinct as possible. He’d always been brusque, but this was
different.
His
recent diagnosis of diabetes had thrown them a major curveball, and completely
changed their lives. It was a struggle, however, because the man loved his
carbs and sugar. Changing sixty years of unhealthy eating habits had caused a
lot of friction between them.
Wiping
her hands off on a towel, Dee approached her husband’s side and watched as he
pricked his finger and dabbed a drop of blood onto a testing strip.
“See?
Healthy as all hell.” He turned the monitor towards her when it displayed his
results, which thankfully were in a great range. “You worry too much.”
“I
know. I can’t help it.” Dee sighed, and glanced toward the hallway to make sure
the kids weren’t about to walk in. Returning her gaze to her husband, she
placed a hand on his upper arm. “Seamus?”
He
grunted. Forty years and he couldn’t even respond with a word?
“Next
month is our anniversary.” She blinked quickly, taming the tears that wanted to
flow. “I was thinking maybe we book ourselves a trip. Or a cruise. Get away and
celebrate.”
He
shrugged and then began putting away his supplies. “Fine.”
That’s
it. “Damn it, Seamus!”
“What?”
He turned bewildered eyes to her. “What’s wrong?”
“You,
that’s what. You’re being a fecking asshole. I know that I’m being
strict with this new diet, but the doctor said you’d die. You were nearly in a
coma, Seamus. Your sugar was hundreds above where it should have been. Do you
know what that was like for me?” Her voice was cracking, full of emotion as
anger and heartbreak surged through her heavily Irish accented words. “I’ve
spent more of my life as your wife than I ever was anything else. Losing you…shite.
I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t wake up every morning and not have you next to me.
I—”
“Dee…”
Seamus reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her to his chest and wrapping
her in a hug. “Feck. I’m sorry. You know I don’t mean it. I’m a grumpy
old bastard.”
“Such
a bastard,” she mumbled into his shirt, sniffling, twisting her fingers in the
fabric.
He
chuckled, kissing the top of her head. “I know you’re just trying to keep me
healthy. I’m trying, too. It’s hard, but I’m trying. I’d never do anything to
shorten my time with you on this earth.”
Dee
felt her heart soften again, the tension of their recent fiction sliding away.
After almost forty years together, fighting was nothing new for them. In fact,
it was one of the things they did best. He was an asshole, and she had known
that the day they met, but he was also a wonderful husband and an even better
father and grandfather.
“I
love you, Dee.” He kissed her softly, and she felt the same flutter in her
heart that he’d made her feel since the first time they’d laid eyes on one
another. His voice deepened, developed a huskier lilt. “Maybe once the kids
leave, I can show you how much.”
“Sweet
talker,” she teased, whacking his arm before turning back to the table.
“Grandad!”
Murphy came skipping into kitchen and tossed himself at his grandfather.
Seamus
caught him just in time and swung him high above his head as the young boy’s
laughter filled the air while he soared in the safety of his grandfather’s
arms. “Hey, Murph! Did you sleep all right?”
“Eh.”
Murphy shrugged and wiggled his way back down to the floor, turning his
affections to Dee this time. “It’s okay. Hi, Nanna!” He squeezed her waist in a
hug, his little head pressing into her stomach.
Dee
picked him up and covered his cheeks with kisses. “Is my grandbaby hungry?
Breakfast is ready!”
“Yes!
Hey, Nanna, guess how old I’m going to be next week?” Murphy held up both
hands, one with all his fingers up, and the other with only one. “Guess!”
“Hmmm.”
She placed a finger on her chin. “I think twenty-seven, right?”
“No!”
His laughter peeled out of him, warming her heart. “Guess again!”
“Thirteen?”
“Nope!”
Murphy sat at the kitchen table, kicking his feet back and forth underneath
him.
His
little sister, Brontë, toddled into the kitchen, still holding her favorite
blanket, her thumb shoved in her mouth.
“Hey,
baby girl, do you know how old your brother will be next week?” Dee scooped up
the young girl and kissed her.
“Six!”
She burst out, her wet thumb popping from her mouth.
“Is
that right? Six? I can’t believe it!” Dee feigned as Murphy vigorously nodded
his head in agreement.
Dee
sat Brontë in a booster seat at the table and filled both of their plates with
eggs and bacon. A mournful expression crept over Seamus’ face as he stared at
his bowl of oatmeal and pushed around the apple slices on top with his spoon.
Murphy
held up both hands, six fingers raised. “Six, Nanna! Mama says I’m getting too
big. She cries when I say that.”
Dee
chuckled. “Well, mamas wish their kids stayed kids forever. We get sad thinking
about them growing up.”
“Are
your kids growed up?” Murphy asked, spooning a large bite of scrambled eggs
into his mouth.
“My
first kid is your daddy, baby,” Dee reminded him, sitting at the table between
her grandkids.
“Oh,
right.” Murphy looked deep in thought as he considered what she’d said. “That’s
weird.”
Seamus
laughed at that one then ruffled Brontë’s hair. She beamed at him, and offered
him a piece of bacon which he only pretended to eat with loud, chomping noises
that made her giggle. Dee loved watching Seamus with their grandkids—the love
between them was so beautiful.
“Did
Daddy look like me when he was your kid?” Murphy continued his line of
questioning. Actually, his questions never stopped. The boy was a sponge,
asking everyone a million questions all day long. She didn’t mind one bit,
though.
“His
hair was a bit darker, and he was shorter. A little stockier. You’ve got your
mother’s height and slim frame. Very lucky, because your mother is beautiful.”
“You’re
beautiful, too, Nanna.”
“Thanks,
Murph.” She smiled. Kids were a goddamn blessing. “Do you like the eggs? You’ve
only eaten one bite.”
He
pushed some more around on his plate. “I think I’m not very hungry.”
“You
said you were.”
The
little boy sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. “I know. I changed my
mind.”
Dee
frowned, but squeezed his shoulder. “Are you feeling all right?”
He
nodded. “Can I be excused? Grandad said I could play Xbox today!”
Seamus
grinned, ignoring the look she shot him.
“Okay,
but only for an hour. After that, no more electronics this weekend.”
“Whyyyy?”
Murphy began to whine. “Just a little bit!”
“Hey,
no whining,” Dee reminded him. “Santa’s coming in three weeks. We’ve got to be
good to be on the nice list and get lots of presents.”
That
reminder perked him right up. “I’m going to be the nicest boy on the whole
list!”
“Good
job!” she cheered, making a mental note to finish her Christmas shopping soon.
Murphy
was already up and out of his seat, heading for the living room. They’d already
made sure Rory set the games up before he left, so that the parental controls
were on. For the life of her, Dee couldn’t figure out how to work the blasted
machine herself.
Brontë
smiled, her mouth full of food. “Nanna, can I have his bacon?”
“That’s
my girl.” Seamus laughed, giving Brontë a thumbs-up. “My genes are strong.”
Dee
rolled her eyes at her husband. “You can have one more piece, baby girl. Seamus,
should I text Clare and tell her Murph isn’t eating?”
“Nah,”
he replied. “I’m sure he’s fine. Let them have their romantic weekend in
peace.”
“You’re
right,” she agreed.
He
lifted one brow, eyeing her. “You’re going to text her anyway, aren’t you?”
“Well,
she’s a mom. She’ll want to know.” Dee was already pulling out her phone and
scrolling to Clare’s name. “I’m sure she won’t mind.”
Seamus
chuckled. “I love you, Dee.”
“Love
you, too, baby.”
“I
love you, both!” Brontë added herself to the conversation.
Dee
smiled over her phone at the little girl, her heart overflowing.
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