Sunday Teaser – Christmas Angel Romance

Hi all,

Hope you’re all having a lovely weekend – and if you’re out shopping then you’ve managed to bag some bargins! I may have given in and treated myself to an Amazon Fire – at that prize it’s almost silly not to, right? 😉 Had a lovely meander round the Christmas markets as well so feeling nice and relaxed and all-set to get work to work lol! Speaking of Christmassy, I’m sharing a wee excerpt from my nw Christmas story, which will be out very soon. I’m still finishing off and editing though, so please excuse any mistakes! Hope you enjoy 🙂

 

 

Jeremiah glared at the glass contraption. Why did these humans insist on having strange mechanical things to do everything for them. No wonder they were slipping into darkness. How were people supposed to concentrate on what was important in life when everything they had and did was designed to save time and cut corners. Still, Holly had wanted coffee, she had in fact seemed extremely set on the idea and he knew this was the weird machine that apparently made it.  

d632891b93e42d44292c7b22f223f958There were a lot of buttons though. He pressed one, then another, then three at once. Not a damn thing. Seriously? Why was it he had seen the conception of the universe, he knew truths that would make the human mind implode with their complexity, yet he couldn’t work some stupid bit of metal and glass. He glanced quickly around for Holly, no sign of her. Okay, then, just a little, tiny, cheat.  

He forced power into the machine. It instantly started to buzz and hum, the water bubbling frantically inside. Too much? How could it be – coffee was hot water with beans in it. Hot was a necessary function. He pushed a bit more and a sharp crack echoed through the kitchen. Okay, maybe that didn’t sound good. 

The crack rapidly expanded all the way down the glass container part and water began creeping out, bringing streams of steam with it. Bah. He waved a hand again and the water disappeared. Fine. Why was he doing this the hard way. Glaring he put a cup on the worktop, waved a hand over it and it filled with a dark liquid. Stupid machines for everything. What was wrong with doing things by hand? 

“Is that a huge crack in my coffee machine?” 

He jumped at Holly’s soft voice behind him, spinning round guiltily. 

“Er, yeah. I just switched it on and it broke. Sorry. I’ll get you a new one. I got your coffee here though.” 

He handed the mug over. She gave him a small smile. “Don’t be silly, it was old anyway – though that’s really a huge crack. You didn’t burn yourself did you?” 

Her voice was laced with concern and he simply shook his head. A low laugh escaped her.  

“It’s probably cracking in sympathy for my poor head.” She wrapped her hands around the mug and took a small sip. Her face crinkled. “And it took the last of the good coffee with it. Could you pass me the cream out of the fridge?” 

christmas_tree_by_jacqchristiaan-d5o6lblHe automatically did so, his mind whirring. He did bad coffee? He was good at everything he tried. Everything. 

“Erm, are you sure it’s that bad. Maybe you’re just still feeling off.” 

She added a large pour of the cream and then gingerly sipped again. “Nope, it’s definitely only one step from bilge-water.” She suddenly paused, those huge eyes fixing on him. “I’m sorry, that was very ungrateful of me. I appreciate you making it, just the damn machine I guess.” 

Jeremiah managed to nod. Bilge-water indeed! He would master this coffee trick just like he mastered everything else he ever came across. 

 

Take care x