All I Want for Christmas

One of Country Living ’s 22 Best Christmas Romance Books this Holiday SeasonOne of PopSugar ’s Best New Holiday Romance Books of 2022One of BookBub’s Coziest Books to Read This Holiday SeasonOne of BuzzFeed ’s 16 Delightful Holiday Romances That Will Make You Feel Merry And Bright"Unbelievably fun. All I Want for Christmas left me singing, and swooning, with holidayxa0feels." –Jean Meltzer, author of The Matzah Ball Maggie Knox is the pen name for bestselling Canadian writing duo Karma Brown and Marissa Stapley. Brown is an award-winning journalist and bestselling author of five novels, including the #1 national bestseller Recipe for a Perfect Wife , as well as the non-fiction bestseller The 4% Fix: How one hour can change your life. Her writing has appeared in publications such as Self , Redbook , Today’s Parent , and Chatelaine . She lives just outside Toronto with her family and a labradoodle named Fred. Stapley is a former magazine editor and New York Times bestselling author of Reese’s Book Club Pick Lucky , as well asxa0international bestsellers Mating for Life , Things to Do When It’s Raining ,xa0and The Last Resort . Many of her novels have been optioned for television and her journalism has appeared in The Globe and Mail , Toronto Star , Elle , Today’s Parent , and Reader’s Digest . She lives in Toronto with her family and a prexadcocious black cat named Oscar. The Holiday Swap was their first novel writing together as Maggie Knox and is a Canadian bestseller. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. 1 Max Nashville, Tennessee December 1 What am I doing? The question had been nagging at Max Brody all day. Actually, ever since he'd agreed to join Starmaker's country music reality show, making him one of twenty contestants vying for that coveted first place.xa0Most people would think Max didn't need any of what a Starmaker win could mean-not the money, nor the fame. He had grown up in the Nashville celebrity spotlight, thanks to his father, Holden Brody, who was an iconic country music singer. And yet, here Max was: on a soundstage, trying to decide between a rock-hard blueberry muffin or a days-old custard pastry from the craft-services table. He chose neither and turned back to watch the other contestants warming up on the stage.xa0The room was decked out in preparation for the upcoming holiday-themed shows, and it did look festive. But everything was fake-from the plastic evergreen boughs, to the cotton swaths of "snow"-which left Max feeling less than merry.xa0He didn't want to be here but Starmaker was Max's last kick at the can to make music on his own terms, in his own way-something he had so far been unable to do. Sure, he had released an album (who hadn't, in his music-royalty boots?), but the record hadn't done well. There had been no real splash, low sales... certainly nothing to warrant a second album.xa0Since then, he had been knocking around Nashville, being featured in entertainment magazines ("Who Is Max Brody, Son of the Great Holden Brody, Dating Now?" and "How Does Max Brody Keep That Stunning Six-Pack Looking So Fine?") and waiting for his next great thing so he could prove he had "it," just like his dad. No... to prove he was nothing like his dad. To show everyone he could be a star, too, but not the way his dad had done it-which, in Max's view, had meant trading fame for his soul. Holden Brody was as well-known for his addictions and philandering as he was for his Hall of Fame country music songs.xa0So, Max knew it was nearly time- past time -to leave Nashville, with its suffocating expectations and musical heartbreaks, behind.xa0"We don't need this, that's for sure," he whispered to his dog (and best confidante), tucking her squirming body deeper under his arm.xa0Patsy Canine, Max's rescue pup, was a papillon mix and ten pounds (if that) soaking wet. Her tiny body had a light coverage of hair, but her ears, which were twice the size they should have been based on her body, had waterfalls of blond hair cascading from them. Patsy continued wiggling inside the lavender-hued cable-knit sweater she wore, trying to get closer to the sugary pastries.xa0"Hey there! No dogs near craft services." Max turned at the familiar voice.xa0"Why must you always be breaking some rule, Max Brody?" Tasha Munroe added, before pulling Max into a hug, making Patsy squeal at the sudden crush.xa0"Oh, sorry there, Patsy Canine," Tasha said, giving the dog a chin scratch. Max had known Tasha since they were kids, and she was one of his closest friends. Though she had started out singing in her church choir, Tasha Munroe had fallen in love with country music and the world had fallen in love with her. With multiple platinum albums under her rhinestone belt, and at only thirty-two, she was the artist that most up-and-coming musicians wished to emulate. A superstar now, Tasha was better at deflecting the negative aspects of celebrity than Max was. She never apologized for her ambition and knew precisely who she was.xa0Now she gave Max a once-over. "Damn, how are you always so freaking effortless?"xa0Max not only had the musical pedigree, he had also inherited his father's impossibly good looks: dark hair that settled back into perfect waves when he ran a hand through it; a five-o'clock shadow that worked so well on him you'd wonder why he'd ever shave; cheekbones for days, and long eyelashes that framed deep brown eyes.xa0"You're one to talk," Max replied, to which Tasha waved a hand, dismissing the compliment.xa0"Smoke and mirrors. You know show business."xa0Tasha took a muffin from the craft-services table and then grimaced at its obvious staleness.xa0"That's what you get for agreeing to be a judge on a B-level show," Max said, looking pointedly at the sad muffin.xa0Starmaker had once been the hottest ticket in Nashville, garnering millions of viewers. Tasha Munroe had been discovered in the first season-chosen by the great country music producer Cruz McNeil, who was one of the show's creators-and was now back as a guest judge. But recent seasons were lagging. Perhaps the show's predictable format was tiresome to viewers, especially in a sea of reality show options, but there had been much talk and anticipation that this year was going to get it back on top of the Nielsen ratings. And from the producers' perspective, Max Brody was a big part of the strategy.xa0"Now, come on," Tasha replied. "Didn't you hear we have the Max Brody joining this season?"xa0They both laughed, and Tasha broke off a piece of the stale muffin for Patsy.xa0"Tash!" Max twisted away, but not before Patsy got the treat. "You know she can't have gluten."xa0Tasha rolled her eyes, her fake eyelashes so long they hit above her eyebrows. "Max, you know she can . Look how happy she is. Aren't you, girl? Aren't you?" Tasha cooed, giving her another small bit of muffin despite Max's annoyed glare. "Nice sweater, by the way."xa0"Oh, thanks." Max ran his hand over Patsy's sweater and felt a wave of pride.xa0On the stage in front of them, a dozen or so of the other contestants were warming up. Max had no clue who the contestants were, or what their stories were, because he hadn't met any of them yet-he hadn't bothered to.xa0It was probably time to pay closer attention because these contestants were his competition. But the white noise of the mingling voices made it tough for anyone to rise above the rest.xa0Until one did.xa0The voice that reached him belonged to a woman at the edge of the stage, closest to where Max and Tasha stood. It wasn't just that she was closest to Max. It was that her voice had that rare quality to it you didn't often hear-even in Nashville.xa0Tasha heard it, too, and nodded at the woman-whose long dark hair was in a braid over her shoulder, a baggy sweatshirt worn over plain black tights.xa0"That's Sadie Hunter," Tasha said. "Sort of a Brandi Carlile thing going on, right?"xa0Max frowned, watching Sadie Hunter pace in a slow circle near the edge of the stage. Then she turned toward them, and Max got a complete picture: she wasn't just talented, she was gorgeous, too. A gentle pink hue to her cheeks, and those eyes . Blue as a bluebird.xa0Tasha nudged Max's shoulder with her own. "Pretty as a peach."xa0"In that vanilla popstar sort of way, I guess." Max shrugged. "Bit sweet for me."xa0"Hmm," Tasha replied, giving him a wry smile. "I don't know, she sort of seems just your type."xa0"Hush up." Max raised his eyebrow at his friend.xa0Just then Cruz McNeil sidled up to them, a young guy with movie-star hair and a huge smile following a step behind him.xa0"Tasha, love, I want you to meet someone," Cruz said, completely ignoring Max. His silver hair was immaculately styled, but he still ran a hand over it to ensure there were no strands out of place.xa0Max was more than familiar with Cruz McNeil. Not only was he the producer and top judge on Starmaker, Cruz was the starmaker in town. At only forty-five, he had produced some of the highest-earning albums in the world and now had his own record label. And despite some unpleasant rumors, anyone he chose to work with became a sensation-including Max's own father.xa0"This is Johnny King," Cruz said. Johnny stepped forward with a bold confidence that belied his young age.xa0"Ms. Munroe, I'm your biggest fan. 'Lightning and Cowboys' is my theme song," Johnny said, shaking Tasha's hand enthusiastically.xa0"Is it now?" Tasha said, smiling at him. Max tried not to chuckle. "Lightning and Cowboys" was Tasha's most well-known hit, so Johnny using it to try to impress Tasha had, in Max's opinion, the opposite effect.xa0"Have you met Max Brody, Johnny?" Tasha turned to Max, her expression suggesting he should engage in this social nicety, especially because Cruz was looking on.xa0"Hey, man, good to meet you," Max said, shifting Patsy so he could shake Johnny's hand. "Good luck out there."xa0"Oh, Johnny doesn't need luck, Max," Cruz said, finally acknowledging his presence.xa0"I think we all need a little luck, Cruz," Tasha said pointedly.xa0"We sure do!" Johnny replied, grinning like a kid who had just been given all-out access to a candy store.xa0Cruz gave an almost imperceptible sigh. "Time to go," he said, nudging Johnny back toward the stage with the others. "See you at the table, Tasha?"xa0"I'll be right there," she replied breezily. She waited a beat after Cruz left before saying, "Max, you'd better get out there, too. I know Cruz can be frustrating. But he's the head judge. Don't piss him off before it even begins, okay?"xa0Max took a deep breath. "Yeah, I know." Then he looked around for his assistant. His longtime manager, Bobbi Lovett, had insisted that the Starmaker deal included an on-set assistant, despite his protests that he needed no such thing. Max liked to do things his own way.xa0"Hey... ummm... hey," Max said, pointing to the guy he had met the day before.xa0"That's Landon," Tasha whispered.xa0"How do you always know everything?" Max retorted, keeping his voice low.xa0Tasha smiled and shrugged, before sashaying back to the judges' table.xa0"What can I do for you, Mr. Brody?" Landon said. He kept his eyes on Tasha two seconds too long.xa0Max gave his fingers a couple of snaps. "Hey, Landon? Over here, man."xa0Landon turned back to Max, looking slightly dazed, his reaction slower than a Sunday afternoon.xa0"First of all, please call me Max." He handed Patsy to Landon, who held her at arm's length like she was a wriggling snake.xa0"Don't you worry, Landon, she's all bark and no bite," Max said, clipping her leash onto her collar. "Just don't try to take off her sweater-she hates that. And keep her on leash, at all times."xa0Landon nodded, looking nervous. Patsy gave Max a look that suggested she felt betrayed to be left in the care of such a novice.xa0"See you soon, girl," Max said. "Have fun with Landon."xa0Neither the assistant nor the dog seemed to think this was possible, but Max couldn't worry about that. He had to shift gears; it was time to be the Max Brody people were expecting to show up. As he climbed the few stairs to the main stage, he noticed Sadie Hunter watching him. He offered her the Brody smile, which disarmed even the grumpiest of folks, but she narrowed her eyes, her mouth set in a tight line.xa0"Whatever," Max grumbled under his breath, holding her gaze. He didn't have the time or energy for drama. He wasn't going to let anyone, including Sadie Hunter, distract him. 2 Sadie Nashville, Tennessee December 1 Sadie Hunter closed the equipment locker door behind her and sank down to the dusty floor. She pulled out her phone and opened the meditation app she had recently downloaded, then popped in her earbuds. The soothing sound of a flowing river began. She closed her eyes and breathed in through her nose, as the velvet-voiced narrator instructed, then out through her mouth. But when the voice gently urged her to clear her mind, she ran into trouble. As usual, her mind became a chaotic vortex of worries. What if I don't win? Am I going to have to go back to Wisconsin again? If I stay here, what am I going to do about money? How will I pay my rent? Sadie had quit her job waiting tables at a busy meat and three in the Gulch after earning a spot on Starmaker. Now she had a chance to vie for the five-hundred-thousand-dollar prize-including the opportunity to record an album with star producer Cruz McNeil, which for Sadie was perhaps the most alluring part-but that prize was only a long shot. She had now spent a solid seven years of her life working toward her big break-and on days like this, even though she was in the middle of taking one giant step forward, she could feel the yawning chasm behind her. If she didn't win, she'd have to go back to playing small gigs anywhere she could find them. Touring college venues and trying to convince herself that singing the national anthem to rowdy crowds waiting for a game buzzer was going to get her somewhere.xa0Or she'd have to give up.xa0Sadie increased her phone's volume, but it didn't do any good. The persistent voice in her head just got louder, asking how she was ever going to be happy if she gave up on her dream. Plus, the river was now loud enough to remind her of whitewater rapids. Sadie squeezed her eyes shut against the cacophony. Clear your mind. Clear your mind. Instead, she found her mind filling with thoughts of Max Brody. She had seen him chatting casually with Tasha Munroe earlier. Tasha was one of Sadie's musical idols. That morning, Sadie had noticed Tasha standing nearby, listening to her practice-and now she imagined Tasha had been telling Max that Sadie was no competition for him, that he had nothing to worry about when it came to her.xa0What was Max Brody even doing on Starmaker? He couldn't possibly need money or to win a recording contract. He was Nashville royalty already. He was used to getting whatever he wanted-and treating people however he wanted. When their eyes had met as he passed by the soundstage earlier she hadn't seen a hint of recognition in his expression. But they had met, years earlier, the first time Sadie had tried to make a go of it in Nashville-before she had run out of money and been forced to temporarily move back home. Meeting Max Brody was a memory she tried to suppress, and one Max had clearly forgotten. Sadie wondered if she was the only person who knew that underneath his handsome, charming exterior, and despite the fact that he carried the most adorable dog around with him wherever he went, held doors, and minded his Southern manners, the truth was, Max was a jerk.She slid her phone out of the pocket of her baggy sweatshirt and turned off the meditation app, then hit the FaceTime icon and held her breath.xa0 Soon, her gran's face would appear on screen and she’d have a few moments of being reminded that she needed to believe in herself and her lifelong dream. But it wasn’t Gran who answered."Sadie! What’s wrong? You look upset!"" Mom ." Sadie quickly wiped under her eyes, but knew she couldn’t magically erase the stress-induced dark circles there. "I’m fine. I’m just …" But she knew if she told her mom how she was feeling Lynn would insist that the solution was simple: come home. Forget about the dream that had done nothing but cause her years of disappointment. Forget, even, about the exciting longshot that was Starmaker. Lynn spent a lot of time worrying about her only child’s wellbeing and had decided long ago that the music industry was a dangerous place for Sadie. A place where a person could easily get hurt."Is Gran there? I wanted to say a quick hi to her, that’s all. See if she’s recovered.""She’s here but she’s just lying down,” Lynn said, and for a moment Sadie thought she saw a flicker of sadness cross her mother’s face. But then there was a commotion in the background and Sadie smiled as she heard her gran in the background insisting she was perfectly fine. Seconds later, Gran’s face appeared, first sideways, then upside down."Hello? Can you hear me? Is this thing on?""Loud and clear, Gran.”"This contraption you gave me so we could keep in touch when you moved back to Nashville actually works!""It’s not a contraption," Sadie said, still smiling. "It’s a smart phone.""Well, it is that. Smart as a cookie.” Gran squinted into the screen. “Where on earth are you right now, Sadie Jane? A closet?""We-elll—""Sadie Jane Hunter ! Please tell me you aren’t having one of your episodes. What happened with the meditating? It works for Lady Gaga.""Doesn’t work for me," Sadie muttered."Well, she probably doesn’t do it in an equipment closet. Come on, stand up. Brush yourself off. Get back out there and do what I know you were put on this world to do." Read more