Lorna Landvik 'Tis the Season

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'Tis the Season

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Bestselling author Lorna Landvik shines in this delightful holiday novel of redemption and forgiveness.

Heiress Caroline Dixon has managed to alienate nearly everyone with her alcohol-fueled antics, which have also provided near-constant fodder for the poison-pen tabloids and their gossip-hungry readers. But like so many girls-behaving-badly, the twenty-six-year-old socialite gets her comeuppance, followed by a newfound attempt to live a saner existence, or at least one more firmly rooted in the real world.

As Caro tentatively begins atoning for past misdeeds, she reaches out to two wonderful people who years ago brought meaning to her life: her former nanny, Astrid Brevald, now living in Norway and Arizona dude ranch owner, Cyril Dale. While Astrid fondly remembers Caro as a special, sweet little girl left in her charge, Cyril recalls how he and his late wife were quite taken with the quick-witted teenager Caro had become when she spent a difficult period in her life at the ranch as her father was dying.

In a series of e-mail exchanges, Caro reveals the depth of her pain and the lengths she went to hide it. In turn, Astrid and Cyril share their own stories of challenging times and offer the unconditional support this young woman has never known. The correspondence leads to the promise of a reunion, just in time for Christmas. But the holiday brings unexpected revelations that change the way everyone sees themselves and one another.

At once heartfelt and witty, ’Tis the Season bears good tidings of great joy about the human condition–that down and out doesn’t mean over and done, that the things we need most are closer than we know, and that the true measure of one’s worth rests in the boundless depths of the soul.

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About the Author:

Lorna Landvik is the bestselling author of Patty Jane’s House of Curl, Your Oasis on Flame Lake, The Tall Pine Polka, Welcome to the Great Mysterious, Angry Housewives Eating Bon Bons, Oh My Stars, and The View from Mount Joy. Married and the mother of two daughters, she is also an actor, playwright, and dog park attendee with the handsome Julio. Lorna Landvik wishes everyone holiday greetings of peace, love, joy, and a renewed commitment to fun.

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From the “Here’s Buzz” column in Star Gazer magazine, August 7, 20—

The reason yours truly tips waiters so well is because they often tip me. And ey-yi-yi, sometimes they tip mucho grande!! Ladies and gents, boys and girls, we were recently handed a doozy of a document by one intrepid waiter who works poolside at an oh-so-swank Beverly Hills hotel. The Pentagon Papers helped bring down a president—maybe these purloined papers will help bring down a gadabout heiress who’s way too big for her size 4 bitches—oops!—I meant britches.

Here’s the scoop: As you loyal Star Gazer readers know, Caro Dixon has taken tippling to the nth degree, hitting the sauce like an Animal House frat pledge. Our accompanying photo album documents her in all phases of dress and undress, demonstrating why style and drunkenness so rarely coalesce. (Is she doing on that yacht what I think it is she’s doing?)

Perhaps inspired by her many friends who’ve walked those recuperative twelve steps (rehab and plastic surgery clinics—home away from home for the oh so chic), our Miss Caro decided to skip a few steps and wrote (or tried to write) a letter of apology to those she’s hurt because of her overindulgence in martinis, margaritas, and Manhattans. Now this is where it gets good and why I would earn a Pulitzer were the nominating committee hip to stories the people really want to read.

One recent southern California afternoon, Caro Dixon, slathered in coconut oil, lay on a chaise longue, writing furiously on a legal pad. Our plucky waiter took note of her scribe work, especially when the redheaded mega-heiress ripped the paper out of the pad and lobbed it into a nearby potted palm. (Let’s applaud her for trying to throw away her own trash—people of her ilk usually leave that job to the help.) After she staggered out of the pool area, her towel dragging behind her like the train of one of her designer gowns, our waiter, curiosity piqued, casually extracted the crumpled wad out of the potted palm. What follows, dear reader, is Caroline Dixon’s verbatim letter of “apology.” Mee-ow!

Dear everyone I have ever supposedly hurt:

Silly me—I thought I was going to a party the other night at my “friend” Penny Englehart’s to celebrate her new body (the boobs looked all right, although in my humble opinion, they could have tucked a little more tummy), only it turned out to be a gathering in celebration of a friend’s one-year anniversary of sobriety. Which of course meant no drinks . . . and no fun.

Mr. Clean told everyone how much his life had improved now that he’d gone through rehab and followed “the program.” I said the only program I care to follow is America’s Top Model and only because I like to bet on the loser!

He yammered on and on and I tried to listen, but could I help it if I nodded off? Lectures do that to me.

Okay, so a week later I was in Biarritz, dancing with Andreas Stenapoulos, and I accidentally stepped on one of his two left feet and broke his toe. A couple days later I got caught peeing on Laird Wright’s musty old yacht (note to his interior designer: is it my fault or yours that I mistook one of your decorative urns for a toilet?), and then at Princess Marlena of Austria’s luncheon, I broke a teacup that Queen Victoria had given to her great-grandmother. She did not seem to find it helpful when I asked her if she’d ever heard of superglue. Not even when I said, “Das superglue.”

Anyway, I realized that at all three of these events the common denominator was that I was plastered, and I thought, hmmm, should I forgo the deMarcos’ cruise invitation and book a vacation at Betty Ford’s instead? Then I sobered up and thought, “Nahhhhhhh, where’s the fun in that?”

But I can apologize, and apparently that’s a big thing in the “recovery program.” So here goes. To those I’ve ever supposedly hurt: sorry. I didn’t mean to do whatever it is that caused harm to you, but what can I say? I was drunk!

Besides, some of you deserve bigger apologies than I can give you. Penny—demand one from your plastic surgeon! Gina—ask for an apology and a refund from your acting teacher. Brad Somerset—whoever’s responsible for your lousy personality, make them say they’re sorry! My dear family—well, you’re exempted because I know you don’t believe in apologies, yours or anyone else’s!

But I do, and in fact, I’m sure that all of you are sorry for hurting me. If that’s the case, an apology will be taken into consideration.

Your friend, relative, employer, client, whatever,

Caro

Some show of sincere remorse, eh, people? Well, let’s not be petty, folks. Let’s send out to the poor little rich girl our best wishes for health and sobriety. Or not—why wish her something she obviously doesn’t want?

Hudson & Ashton Attorneys at Law Newport, Rhode Island

August 10, 20—

Dear Miss Dixon,

On behalf of Mr. Bradley Somerset, I am writing to inform you that a restraining order and/or charges will be filed should you make any further contact with my client.

Mr. Somerset requests the return of the engagement ring through my office.

Sincerely,

Arthur Ashton Attorney at Law AA/ws

CAROLINE DIXON

8/14/20—

Dear Arty,

Thanks for the day-brightener. I might have DTs, but your client has delusions if he thinks I ever considered that crappy piece of zircon an engagement ring. Give me a break—I’ve found better rings around my tub. And believe me, Mr. Bradley Somerset doesn’t have to worry about any further contact from me—I’m taking penicillin right now to ward off anything I may have caught from earlier contact with him.

Have a nice day suing people,

Caroline Dixon

August 14, 20—

Dear Meg,

Thanks for listening so long last night. You alone know what a hard anniversary it is for me to mark. (I can hear you now: “Then get out and make more friends to whom you can confide!”) I’ll take under advisement your suggestion to write the Kvitruds, but writing the letter isn’t the problem. The problem is mailing it.

I look forward to your visit. Friends like you are treasures in this life of mine that is increasingly lonely. It’s funny—I chose to be alone as a buffer against getting hurt, but lately I am finding loneliness brings with it its own pain.

Now I know for certain I won’t mail this note either; I can’t have you worried over what I’m sure is a passing mood—made worse, I’m certain, by the fact that I let myself run out of coffee. As you know, a morning started without coffee is a morning not really started.

Love, Your whining friend, Astrid

9:32 a.m. August 15, 20— To: revbill@reacres.com From: dfarms@azlinx.com Subject: This weekend

Dear Rev:

Hope you’ve settled into your new retirement digs without too much hassle. Are you still wearing your collar on the golf course? No one would dare accuse you of cheating then. . . .

I’d love to visit Hot Springs and check out the new place, but not necessarily your new “cute” neighbor, so I’m going to take a rain check this weekend. I know it’s Bev more than you who tries to arrange these dates, but please, Bill, I’d rather you find new ways to serve the Lord than my social life.

Anyway, Becky just foaled and I’m not about to tear myself away from the fun of these next couple days.

Cyril

GILLIAN HEDGES

August 17, 20—

Caroline,

Mummy and I were thrilled when your “letter” crossed the Atlantic and made an appearance in all the English papers! And then, what an added thrill to see the accompanying photo montage! How lovely to see Caroline ready to relieve herself on Laird’s yacht! Oh, and look at Caroline coming out of Versace greeting the world with her middle finger! And there she is photographed in a knock-down, drag-out fight in the lobby of the Bangkok Four Seasons with Gina Whelvan! Need I tell you that all these thrills sent Mummy directly to her bed?

When is it all supposed to end, Caroline? When will you take “tormenting friends & family” off your to-do list? You’re long past using “youthful indiscretion” as an excuse.

Also, in your “heartfelt” apology, I didn’t read any mention of you stealing my tennis bracelet or Garrett Tyson. But I suppose if you listed all your wrongdoings, it never would have been published because you’d still be writing it.

Gillian Caroline Dixon

August 20, 20—

Gillian—

In my defense:

1.That urn looked an awful lot like a toilet.

2.You try to shop with thirty million Roman paparazzi surrounding you.

3.Gina Whelvan started it. She filmed a ninja movie this past spring and apparently likes to reenact scenes from it in hotel lobbies.

4.I’m only twenty-six years old, hardly ready to cash in my pension, but then again, what would you know about youthful indiscretions? You’ve been a senior citizen since the day you were born.

5.I never stole your lousy tennis bracelet, and believe me, I did you a favor by stealing Garrett Tyson. Besides, I read his wife’s divorcing him, and if the prenup doesn’t hold up, maybe he’ll still have enough money for your taste. So go sic ’em, Gil!

Tell my mother and your mummy thanks for the support, as usual.

C.

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