Cinderella's Christmas Affair. Katherine Garbera

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      KATHERINE GARBERA

      lives in central Florida with her husband and two children. They are all happy to be back in their native state after a two-year absence. Her favorite things are spending time with her family, writing, reading and talking about reading. Readers can visit her on the Web at katherinegarbera.com.

      To Courtney, Lucas and Matt—

      thanks for making everything worthwhile.

      Acknowledgments:

      Special thanks to Julie Wachowski

       for suggesting Gejas as a romantic place for dinner.

       Also, thanks to the entire Windy City chapter

       for being so knowledgeable about everything and for making me feel like one of your own even it was only for a short time.

      Contents

      Prologue

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Epilogue

      Prologue

      Dying had not been what I’d expected and after successfully matching together one couple I felt a little more confident about this afterlife gig. But this body disappearing thing still freaked me out. I was back in that in-between land that Father Dom had called purgatory.

      I’d been a capo in the mob before being betrayed by one of my lieutenants. Five shots to the chest and a dying request for forgiveness had brought me here.

      The deal I’d cut was essentially to unite in love as many couples as enemies I’d murdered in hate. So I knew I’d be dealing with this angel broad for a while. Matchmaker to the lovelorn wasn’t exactly something I’d been dying to do but life was full of surprises. Come to think of it so was death.

      In front of me was a large mahogany desk with a library lamp and a jar of Baci chocolates. I’d been here before. The angel broad was there, still looking like she’d just attended a funeral but her dress this time was puke-green.

      She was making notes in a file folder. She didn’t glance up and I knew she was playing a game with me. I’d done the same thing a time or two when I’d been a capo. It made me feel like a cugine instead of the boss of bosses, which I’d essentially been. I didn’t like it.

      “What’s up next, babe?” I asked.

      “Mr. Mandetti, unless you want me to stop this whole exercise now, you will refrain from calling me babe.”

      I still wasn’t used to being called by my real name. I’d been Il Re when I was alive. The King. Yeah, I had an ego and the attitude to carry off that name. “I don’t know your name.”

      “Didiero. I’m one of the seraphim.”

      “The what?”

      “One of the highest angels of God.”

      “Oh.” She made me feel stupid which wasn’t a feeling I liked. But she held all the cards and if I’d learned one thing from my time back on earth it was that I didn’t want to go to hell.

      And I’d never admit this to anyone but I liked the feeling that came with doing something good. It was the first time I’d ever experienced it.

      “Didi?” I asked.

      “Are you talking to me?” She didn’t look up from the papers in front of her.

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