It’s been a little while, but I wanted to share a link to one of my favourite Christmas free-reads, and two of my favourite characters, Alex and Vee.

Check out A Vee Christmas!

Here’s a little teaser…

Vee rolls her eyes. “Brothers.” She grasps my hand. “C’mon, I’ll show you my childhood.” We scoop up our bags and she takes me down the hallway to a door that’s been painted black with pink panels.

“I can’t believe they let you do that,” I say.

Vee shrugs. “Yeah, well, as long as I kept my mess to my room, they weren’t too concerned.”

Inside, her room is tidier than I’d expected, and I’m relieved. Posters of rock stars paper the walls, and I spot a few of Debbie Harry, Marianne Faithfull, and even David Bowie peering down at us from the myriad of images. The bed is a double, covered in a plain black coverlet. White towels are folded at the foot of the bed. Vee drops her backpack and plops onto the bed with a sigh. I set my bag beside hers and take a few moments to look around.

The bureau is covered in stickers, and I can see black paint beneath. The window is covered by a venetian blind, over which is draped a Union Jack. A bookshelf holds a stack of old Rolling Stone magazines, and a rather diverse selection of books.

“What do you think?” Vee sounds almost nervous, and I turn to glance at her.

“It’s just how I wished my room might be when I was growing up,” I say truthfully. My mother would never have stood for it, but I always wished.

“The bed’s comfy too,” Vee says, arching a brow at me, then winking. She holds out a hand. “Come try.”

I settle on the bed next to her, taking her hand, and she tugs me to her. “I always wanted to kiss you here.” Her lips brush mine, sending a tremor through me.

“But your parents,” I protest, halfheartedly.

“Don’t care,” Vee says between kisses. We sink down into the bed, our legs dangling over the side, entangled, sandwiched together as if we could become one person.

A door slams and I sit up, startled.