Lovers, Players & Seducers • Christmas Special
A California Christmas of Shadows and Light
A heart-warming holiday tale of family, hope, redemption, and magic
By J. A. Jackson
The first snow of December dusted the mountains of Truckee and Lake Tahoe like powdered sugar, while far below, California shimmered with lights and longing.
Christmas was coming.
A House Full of Lights
In Silicon Valley, Lavender Ann Landry stood at the kitchen window of the La Cour home, watching strands of white lights flicker across the garden hedges. The scent of cinnamon, oranges, and pine filled the house. Grand-mère Catherine hummed an old Creole carol as she stirred a pot on the stove, and little Thor La Cour giggled as he chased his new puppy around the Christmas tree.
“Careful, mon petit,” Grand-mère Catherine said gently. “Christmas magic works best when we slow down.”
Lavender smiled and touched the charm at her neck. Since her dream by the dark lake—since Queen Calafia’s blessing— she felt Christmas differently now. Deeper. As if the season itself whispered secrets meant only for her.
Flint’s laughter warmed the room as he helped Nicholas hang a hand-carved ornament shaped like a hamsa.
“Every year,” Nicholas said, “this tree reminds me that family is the real miracle.”
Kadira leaned into Mateo’s side, her eyes shining. “I never realized how much I missed this,” she whispered.
Mateo kissed her forehead. “Christmas has a way of calling us home—even when we don’t know we’re lost.”
The Caverns Below
Far away, beneath the echoing chambers of Moaning Caverns, Lady Eidothea rose from the underground waters, her silver-blue tail glistening in the torchlight. Once cursed as a siren—one of the women spoken of in the ancient Book of Enoch— she had long been feared for her song.
Tonight, her voice trembled with hope.
“I am tired of being what the world fears,” Eidothea whispered. “If Christmas is truly a season of miracles… let one be for me.”
From the shadows emerged the White Witch of Antioch, her white cloak glowing like moonlight over the Black Diamond Mines.
“Christmas is the one night,” the White Witch said, “when the veil thins not from darkness—but from love.”
Golden light filled the cavern as Queen Calafia appeared, regal and radiant, her crown shining like the stars themselves.
“On Christmas Eve,” Calafia said, “you may walk the land as human—from dusk until dawn. Remember: magic bound to love must be freely given.”
A Miracle Under the Tree
As midnight bells rang, Eidothea stepped into the La Cour home. Lavender gasped—but Grand-mère Catherine only smiled.
“Ah,” Grand-mère Catherine said, “Christmas always brings old stories home.”
They gathered beneath the glowing tree. No one spoke of curses or ancient sins. Only love. Only family.
At dawn, Eidothea faded into mist—but her song remained.
Some magic doesn’t glitter.
Some magic stays.
Continue the Magic
- Book I (FREE) – Lovers, Players & The Seducer
- Book II – The Revenge
- Book III – Betrayal of Nicholas La Cour
- Book IV – When Lavender Meets Flint! It’s Magic
- Book V – Kadira & Mateo
✨ Merry Christmas from the world of Lovers, Players & Seducers ✨
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