It’s a Wonderful Life: The Christmas bestseller is back with an unforgettable holiday romance. Julia Williams

It’s a Wonderful Life: The Christmas bestseller is back with an unforgettable holiday romance - Julia  Williams


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Thailand. It was full of utter losers, and then there was Ged being the perfect gentleman.’

      I bet he was, thought Daniel, but smiled and said, ‘That sounds great.’

      Rachel carried on about what a wonderful time they’d had together, first in Thailand, then going on to Singapore and Bali before visiting her parents in Australia. ‘I fell pregnant in Bali,’ she confided. ‘So romantic.’

      ‘Well, congratulations,’ said Daniel. ‘I bet your parents are pleased?’

      ‘Oh, they’re thrilled,’ said Rachel. ‘Mum’s a bit annoyed with me for coming over here to have the baby, but I just want to be wherever Ged is, and he wanted to come home. He was so excited about the baby, he wanted to tell everyone.’

      Really? Daniel wondered if Ged had changed his mind on that one. But knowing Ged, he wouldn’t have thought any of this through.

      It was getting on for 1 p.m. and for once it didn’t look like the turkey would be ready in time. Daniel could hear slightly raised voices in the kitchen, and wondered whether he should go and smooth over troubled waters. He was about to get up when the doorbell rang and in rushed Lou: breathless, late, and looking suspiciously like she’d been crying. Oh no, poor Lou, what had happened now? Daniel was fond of his sister-in-law, but she always seemed to pick the wrong men when it came to her love life. This time he’d thought she and Joe, the mysterious new partner she’d met in the spring, were really going places. She’d been so happy last time she’d been over to see Beth and Daniel, and they’d both hoped it would work out for her. They’d asked to meet Joe several times, but Lou had always put them off. Now it looked like another one had bitten the dust, and they’d never get that chance.

      ‘Sorry I’m late,’ she burst out, ‘traffic was mayhem.’

      ‘Are you late?’ Fred looked up, seemingly a bit befuddled. He stood up to greet his daughter, and staggered a bit, nearly falling back into his seat. Daniel frowned. Fred normally liked a drink on Christmas Day, but Daniel had never known him to be pissed before.

      There was a shriek from the kitchen, followed by a massive crash.

      Daniel and Lou immediately leapt up and ran into the kitchen to see what was going on, the kids following on close behind, only to find Mary in hysterics with the turkey lying on the floor. Ged and Beth were looking a little dumbfounded.

      ‘It’s not a problem, Mary,’ said Daniel, stepping forward to put a hand on her shoulder. ‘Come on, we can pick it up, a little bit of dirt won’t kill us.’

      ‘I don’t care about the bloody turkey,’ shouted Mary, her crying stopping as abruptly as it started. Daniel was shocked. He couldn’t recall ever hearing his mother-in-law shout. She turned round to face them just as Fred wandered in, looking confused.

      ‘Is everything all right in here?’

      ‘What do you care?’ said Mary with a surprising bitterness.

      ‘Mary, not today,’ warned Fred.

      ‘Why the bloody hell not?’ she said. ‘Just because it’s Christmas?’

      ‘Yes, because it’s Christmas,’ said Fred. His voice was rising too, and he was looking decidedly red around the gills. ‘You know, family time and all that.’

      ‘Could someone kindly tell me what’s going on?’ said Lou.

      ‘I’ll tell you what’s going on,’ said Mary. There was a brief pause, and Daniel found himself holding his breath; he had never seen his mother-in-law behave this way. What on earth was the matter? Mary looked around the room, her hands on her hips. ‘Your dad is a cheat and a liar and is having an affair with Lilian Mountjoy. And I’ve had just about enough.’

      You could have heard a pin drop. The entire Holroyd family stood in total shock. At which point, Rachel wandered in and said innocently, ‘Can I do anything to help?’

Part One

       The Littlest Angel

      The Littlest Angel was very excited. The whole Heavenly Host were preparing for a Big Event.

      ‘The Big Event,’ Gabriel said.

      There had already been a buzz around a baby who had been born a few months earlier, but Gabriel said this baby was going to be even more important. This baby was going to save the world.

      The Heavenly Host was going to go and tell people, and for the first time the Littlest Angel was going to be allowed to come too.

      ‘Is it today?’ the Littlest Angel asked her mother.

      ‘Not today,’ said her mother.

      ‘Is it today?’ asked the Littlest Angel the next day.

      ‘Not today,’ said her mother. ‘But soon.’

      The days went by and still it wasn’t the right day, until finally the Littlest Angel asked, ‘Is it today?’

      And her mother said, ‘Yes, it’s today.’

      ‘Yippee!’ cried the Littlest Angel. And she got ready to go.

      Vanessa Marlow: What baby?

      Beth King: Um, John the Baptist.

      Vanessa Marlow: What’s the Heavenly Host?

      Beth King: The angels.

      Vanessa Marlow: What stops her from going? How does she get lost? Who does she visit on the way?

      Beth King: Vanessa, I’m trying to work this out.

      Vanessa Marlow: Can’t she go round the world visiting different people?

      Beth King: Why would she do that?

       Chapter One

       Beth

       The Littlest Angel set out on her journey, and soon she was very lost …

      I am sitting staring into space. I’ve been working on these same two double-page spreads for months. I’ve promised my publishers something new for the Bologna Book Fair in April, where they’d be keen to show it to foreign agents, but it’s rapidly approaching and nothing is forthcoming. I’ve never hit a wall like this before. Light-years ago when my original editor, Karen, had suggested this idea, we’d both been dead excited. We had a wonderful brainstorming meeting with the art department followed by a boozy lunch, and I came home completely fired up. This was going to be my biggest book yet – I just knew it.

      At first it went great guns. I developed a rough draft which Karen loved, and the first couple of spreads which I did for Bologna last year just drew themselves. The next lot were a bit trickier, but then I hit a stone wall, and I had nothing new for the Frankfurt Book Fair in October. By then Karen was on maternity leave, and her replacement, Vanessa, had been inundated with work. I didn’t want to overwhelm her with my problems, and I thought my lack of enthusiasm was just a blip. But as the weeks disappeared, and my self-imposed deadlines kept slipping away, I knew I had to do something. So I bit the bullet in late November and rang her up.

      Whereas Karen would have laughed and teased and said something comforting, Vanessa just sat on the other end of the phone in silence.

      ‘So how much have you done?’ she said eventually. She can only be in her mid-twenties, but her tone was so severe, I felt like I was up before the Head for not having done my homework.

      ‘I’ve


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