Decked with Hollyby Marni Bates
Holly Dayton is about to go way out of her comfort zone. . .
Spending Christmas vacation on a cruise with her two cousins from hell isn't Holly's idea of a good time. And when in a moment of seasick-fueled desperation she lurches into an open suiteshe's greeted with an eyeful of pepper spray. The culprit? A gorgeous guy calling himself Nick. But when/b>
Holly Dayton is about to go way out of her comfort zone. . .
Spending Christmas vacation on a cruise with her two cousins from hell isn't Holly's idea of a good time. And when in a moment of seasick-fueled desperation she lurches into an open suiteshe's greeted with an eyeful of pepper spray. The culprit? A gorgeous guy calling himself Nick. But when Holly goes to make her exit, she gets the shock of her life: a corridor crammed with screaming teenage fans. Because Nick just happens to be Dominic Wyatt, drummer for ReadySetone of the hottest bands in America.
Suddenly rumors are swirling, and Holly's face is captured on countless phones and plastered all over the Internet. But the band can't risk a scandal destroying their family-friendly image, so Dominic convinces Holly to be his fake girlfriendjust for two weeks. How bad could it be to be fauxmantically involved with one of the cutest rockstars on the planet? Holly's about to find out. . .
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DECKED WITH HOLLY
By Marni Bates
K TEEN BOOKSCopyright © 2012 Marni Bates
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I looked like a skank.
I tugged down the green bit of monstrosity wrapped tightly around my waist so that it brushed mid-thigh and tried to remember why I put up with Jennifer Lawley as my best friend. This time she had gone too far.
"I can't do this!"
It wasn't the first time I had tried to mutiny, but given that I was now wearing the aforementioned green bit of monstrosity instead of staring at it on a hanger, I guess she was justified in believing that I'd back down.
But never again.
She plumped up her already cherry-red lips and rolled her eyes at me in the mirror.
"Come on, Holly. It's not so bad."
"Not so bad!" I sputtered. "We look like mutants! Worse than that! We look like slutty mutants whose clothing went through a wood chipper!"
"We look like Santa's helpers. Get into the spirit of things, already. 'Tis the season, you know!"
Right, because nothing perks up a girl more than hearing Christmas carols for hours on end while being forced to ask little children if they've been naughty or nice lately. And while I hadn't actually asked any kids about their naughty-to-nice ratio, it was only because I had yet to join the crowds in the Westside Pavilion and serve my time as "Santa's little helper." I still knew what was coming. Crying babies and overprotective parents who snapped orders and bitched into their cell phones about their stupid yearly Christmas cards. And given the very short nature of our "Santa's little helpers" skirts, I had a feeling that Jen and I would be on the receiving end of more than a few crude suggestions about how we could help certain boys fully enjoy their Christmas season.
Let me tell you: You have to be desperate to agree to become an elf in Los Angeles. Or anywhere else, for that matter.
But that's exactly what I was: desperate. Maybe if I had an allowance, or a regular source of income, I wouldn't have been taking a Christmas cruise to the Mexican Riviera with my grandpa and (wince) my cousins with absolutely nothing appropriate to wear. But my grandpa believes I need to know the true value of money, and I know it, all right ... it's the difference between being mocked and being accepted.
Under normal circumstances, Jen would tell me how lucky I am to have a grandpa who wants to celebrate his seventy-fifth birthday in paradise. She would be envious of me for trading in smoggy Los Angeles for sunny beaches and fruity drinks. Under normal circumstances, I would be thrilled to go myself ... if it weren't for my cousins. To be fair, Andrew and Jacob are okay. I mean, they're teenage boys who would be more than a little interested in noting the length of Jen's short skirt. But they're relatively harmless.
Allison and Claire, on the other hand, are like the Olsen twins on bitch steroids.
I don't think I'm exaggerating here.
Allison and Claire are an amalgamation of all the twenty-first-century social problems: They are self-entitled, materialistic jerks who enjoy online bullying, teasing, and general unpleasantness as hobbies. They also have a talent for detecting every crack in someone's self-esteem, which they then hammer away at until the tormented person breaks into a million shattered pieces.
And I'm lucky enough to share a gene pool with them.
Which is why I know from firsthand experience that if I show up for the cruise wearing the same jeans I've had for the last two years, they'll start calling me Annie again. As in Little Orphan Annie. Because ever since my parents died in a car accident that's exactly what I've been—an orphan.
Real nice, right?
But it's not all bad. I mean, it's not like I ever knew my parents in any meaningful way. Apparently, I was a fussy baby, so at the nine-month mark they asked my grandpa to watch me for a weekend while they took a much needed mini-break.
And when my exhausted dad fell asleep at the wheel and crashed into a tree, what started as a two-day visit turned into a permanent living situation.
My grandpa was great about the whole thing. There were never any parental duties that he skipped out on. He supported me when I became a Girl Scout, helped me sell boxes of cookies, and then hugged me tightly when I told him that none of the other girls liked me. He told me they just didn't appreciate my chutzpah the way he did. And even though he went to synagogue every week, he never pressured me to have a Bat Mitzvah or go by Rachel, my Jewish-sounding middle name. Grandpa understood that after a brutal ten hours of labor on Christmas Day, his Jewish daughter and her Catholic-raised husband thought the prickly name Holly was appropriate.
If only they could see me now—dressed up like a tarty elf.
I tugged down my skirt once again.
"I mean it," I told Jen. "You said I only had to try on the costume and then I could back out. Well, I tried it on. I look like a holiday hooker. Can we go now? I need to start handing copies of my résumé out to department stores."
Jen tugged her own costume down, only she was adjusting the low-dipping green shirt so that it flashed a cheery bit of red bra under the cleavage.
"Like you have a résumé!"
She had a point.
"Then clearly we need to get out of here so that I can make one up and then I can start handing it out to department stores."
"The economy, as always, sucks. No one is hiring, Holly. It's a Christmas miracle that we found this job as it is. Now we are going to go out there and spread some holiday cheer!"
I didn't know how she could manage to say that last bit with a straight face.
"A Christmas miracle that has me sluttified and asking people how 'naughty' they've been?" I squawked. "If we were outside we could get arrested for this!"
"It's not indecent exposure on an elf." She flicked back the red streak in her bangs. "Look, there are kids out there and they expect us to make them happy. Are you really going to disappoint the children?"
Jen knew I had a soft spot for kids, and if it got me out of the dressing room and into the mall where she could try out her flirting technique in her green elf skirt, then she was going to play the you can't disappoint the children card for all it was worth.
"Fine," I grumbled, "but you—"
"Owe you big time," she finished for me. "Yeah, Holly, I know. Whatever. Now let's boldly go where many elves have gone before."
"Fine. Let's just get this thing over with then."
Jen grabbed my arm and thrust me out the door of the employee bathroom like she didn't trust me to actually leave.
She knew me way too well.
The outside world was an absolute madhouse. Shoppers in December should be forced to take a sedative before trying to purchase presents for loved ones. One particularly frazzled mother was yelling at her daughter, "No, I'm not going to buy you any plastic ponies, Krystal! And if I hear one more word about them, Christmas will be canceled!"
Jen and I were shoved and jostled by strangers who madly searched for just the right gift that says, "I love and appreciate you. Also, I'm sorry about that stupid thing I did last week. Forgive me?" With the pressure to be thoughtful, creative, generous, and sweet all tied into a present, it was a wonder that more people didn't off themselves during the holiday season. It's not so much that I really minded Christmas ... just the way it eclipsed my birthday. My grandpa did his best, but I never had a real party since no parents wanted to schlep their kids around the day after Christmas when they could gaze, bleary eyed, at the fake plastic tree sitting in the living room. But when Grandpa told me his plans for this year—that in celebration of his mid-December birthday we were spending the holidays on a family cruise with my aunt and her picture-perfect nuclear family—I really wanted to ask if I could stay with Jen in LA instead.
Hence the need for new clothes and the job that forced me to spread holiday cheer. And act jolly. And all that other nonsense.
So I plastered a big ol' smile on my face as Jen and I walked up to the special area where Santa was evidently enjoying the last of his lunch break with a cup of eggnog in his hand.
It wasn't until we were right next to St. Nick that we realized eggnog wasn't the main ingredient in his drink.
Apparently, I wasn't the only one having trouble getting into the holiday spirit.
Although he seemed to become significantly more chipper when he spotted Jen and me in our outfits. "C'mere!" he suggested. "Sit on Santa's lap!"
Then he cackled as if he had said something incredibly clever instead of creepily attempting to hit on a pair of high school girls.
Jen clutched my hideous green tunic sleeve. "Oh, my God!" she breathed in horror. "Not Santa!"
Jen was one of those kids who resolutely believed that the big man came down her chimney all through elementary school. She also wanted to give other children that some feeling of magic each year. I didn't care. I mean, I like kids, but it's not like they aren't eventually going to figure out that they sat on some weird guy's lap every year.
"Yep. It looks like good St. Nick has been a bit on the naughty side this year."
Santa lolled back in his huge chair, apparently oblivious to our whispered conversation.
"Should we report him?" I asked Jen. "Or better yet, can we leave now? The man reeks and if he spews we don't want to be the ones cleaning it up."
I might have been hired to prance around in this ridiculous outfit, but no one said anything about vomit duties. I checked.
"Holly!" Jen practically growled my name. "We don't have time to search for someone! We can't let a pervy Santa near these kids! We have to do something now!"
"Okay. I'm not disagreeing with you, Jen. I'm just not sure how you expect us to fix it."
Santa chose that moment to ask me blearily, "So tell me, have you been naughty this year?"
Another happy round of cackles followed that witticism.
"Just stay here and try to cover for me." Jen marched over to the long line of kids who had been tugging on their parents' sleeves and asking if it was time yet. "Um, I'm sorry, folks, but Santa just got an urgent message from his toy shop, so he needs to head for the North Pole straight away. But he's really sorry for the inconvenience and he wishes you all a Merr-y Christmas!"
"But he's sitting right there!" an indignant mother snapped. "We've been waiting in this stupid line for over two hours and my son is going to see Santa!"
And that's when all hell broke loose.
The disgruntled parents, children in tow, charged past Jen and headed straight for the highly inebriated Santa, who was so smashed he didn't recognize the danger in a stampede of determined parents.
"Holly!" Jen yelled. So I did the only thing I could think of—I stood right in front of pervy Santa and waved my arms in the universal signal for please don't crush me! Please!
For a brief moment it looked like it might work too. The mob slowed and I cleared my throat to make some inane promise of a replacement Santa right away, when Santa lived up to his pervy reputation by reaching out and copping a feel of my short, green-clad butt.
And that's why I slapped Santa across the face in front of a whole line of impressionable young children.
One second I was seeing red and mentally cursing the stupid commercial holiday and its tacky decorations and repetitive music and the general crappiness of my situation, and the next a little boy was yelling, "You can't hit Santa! You're a bad elf!" at me.
Then he charged.
The blow to my stomach knocked the air out of me. I stepped away from the little maniac and promptly tripped over the stair of the Santa platform and went crashing into St. Nick, who was the one who had started this whole nightmare. But everyone in line apparently seemed to think that I was trying to commit Santa-cide, and what started as a minor tussle turned into a full-on brawl with Jen screeching for mall security while attempting to shove her way over to me. Santa, half a dozen enraged shoppers, and I were all rolling around the floor, scrambling, and struggling to breathe given the number of elbows we had received (on purpose and accidentally) right in the gut.
And things only got worse as I went crashing into the mall's fake Christmas tree, which tilted, then toppled over, causing dozens of shiny glass ornaments to shatter upon impact. Everyone: Santa, shoppers, Jen, and I all stopped moving and absorbed the wreckage we had created in a matter of minutes. I was still staring in horror when I felt a firm tug on my arm as mall security started dragging my skanky elf-clad posterior away while Jen trailed behind us chattering the whole time.
"Well, good riddance! I never really wanted that job in the first place. Too many crazies." Her face brightened. "And now we get to enjoy the holiday without ruining it with work!"
I just glared at her. "I've got a security escort. I'm wearing a slutty elf costume, and Santa just groped me. Now might not be the best time to tell me it was all for nothing!"
I knew murder was against the law and that killing Santa at Christmas was wrong. But I didn't remember any regulations against elf-icide.
Jen turned her puppy-dog eyes on me. "I'm sorry. Let's go to my house, get out of these stupid clothes, and see if I've got something you can wear on the cruise. I'm really sorry, Holly. I'll make it up to you."
Except we both knew that she couldn't when I heard an all-too-familiar voice yelling out my name.
My grandpa. With my whole family: aunt, uncle, cousins, the lot of them staring at me as if ... I had just gotten into a fight with Santa.
He shook his head and I knew it wasn't because he was admiring my chutzpah this time. "We wanted to support you on your first day of work."
Well, that plan had definitely backfired.
It was only then that I noticed Allison and Claire both had their iPhones out and had obviously taken photos of the whole thing.
Allison grinned at me maliciously, flicking her eyes over my barely-there skirt. "Ho. Ho. Ho."
'Tis the season, all right.
To make me want to crawl under a rock and die of mortification.
I love being a rock star.
Sure, it has its share of disadvantages—a lack of privacy being one of the biggest issues—but overall, it's a damn good career. I'll always choose speculation over which starlet I might be dating over spending my days crunching numbers in a cubicle. Especially since I could never hack it as a corporate drone, sitting in a cubicle, fastidiously shuffling papers from one side of my desk to the other. I would drive all my colleagues insane by incessantly drumming on anything and everything nearby. A four-hour drum solo that features a number-two pencil thwacking away on a stapler and a paperclip dish would justify someone walking over and stabbing me with my makeshift drumsticks.
Dominic Wyatt, rock star drummer, also has an excellent ring to it.
So I'm perfectly aware of just how lucky I am to have a job working with my two best friends and doing what I love the most: playing music. Truthfully, Tim and Chris aren't just friends—they're family. That's what happens when you travel across the country together in a tour bus ... you connect with your band ... unless someone "accidentally" takes the last can of Coke in the minifridge on the hottest strip of road between Las Vegas and Los Angeles, denying you a caffeine rush that you desperately need, and you snap.
Unless bodies are dumped in Middle of Nowhere, Nevada, it's not possible to spend that much time with two other guys and walk away as casual acquaintances or people who can be described merely as "coworkers."
But as much as I love my job, it's still work. Grueling work where the hours bleed into each other until you can't tell one eighteen-hour day from another. It's a grinding job where you can never rest and you can never look as tired as you feel. Nobody wants to see an exhausted rock star rubbing blearily at his eyes and croaking about how if he is expected to handle a photo shoot, a rehearsal, an interview, and a recording session before noon, so there damn well better be Starbucks within arm's reach. Nobody wants to hear that performers work damn hard to look laid-back or that there's a point when it becomes impossible to tell just how little energy you have left since you've been running on empty for so long. That's the scariest part: when you've deluded yourself into thinking that if you can just have one more double-shot espresso, it'll be fine.
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Confession: I'm a self-professed Christmas-aholic. And I had heard wonderful things about Marni's book Awkward, and decided Decked with Holly would be an ideal book for me to try out. Decked with Holly turned out to be a magical, funny and endearing book that reminded me why I love contemporaries in the first place. It's a great book to pick up over the holiday season! REASONS TO READ: 1. Laugh-out-loud funny: I've mentioned before that I have a very picky sense of humour, and I'm not typically a fan of comedy. BUT Decked with Holly was one of those rare exceptions that had me laughing out loud on the subway! The writing is sharp and witty, and I loved the bantering back and forth between Nick and Holly. 2. Slow-moving, natural romance: Two BIG thumbs up for romance that doesn't start right away from eyes meeting across a room by chance. I loved the way Nick and Holly slowly grew closer together, and that they weren't always close from the beginning. It felt very real and natural and there wasn't anything forced about it at all. 3. A few heartbreaking elements: But the book isn't just fluff either - it's hard hitting in its own ways. Holly's life is far from perfect, and her relationship (even just a friendship) with Nick is difficult. As is Nick's own life. Yet none of it takes away from the story, as much as it deepens it even further. The dual point of view didn't work for me so well at first though, and it took a little while for Nick's and Holly's voices to feel distinct from each other - however, once they did, it was great to see the different perspectives on the same events. That ended up working very well for the story, because it makes it easier to understand how easily things can be misconstrued. And I really wish it had been a bit longer - it was light and fun, but I think the romance especially deserved a bit more fleshing out to really nail it. Mostly towards the ending, when everything was coming all together and being wrapped up. ARC received from publisher for my honest review; no other compensation was received.
This was such a fun book to read! It made me laugh so much i couldnt put it down once i got it in my hands i was up till 4am when i was done!! I really recomend this book for anyone who wants a good fun read!!!!!!
Amazing! A really good book
On the book over the girl looks freaking 31 . And holly is supposed to be im highschool. BOOK COVERS ARE INCORRECT UGHH
It was so cute! A nice quick enjoyable read.
This book was amazing. Holly went through so many emotions as did Nick. The two point of views are great and twists you don't expect. Who doesn't love a happily ever after ? It does leave you wanting more of the story.
Thus book did have cursing but there was no sex or drugs
This is a awsome book i would make everyone read it if i could soon that will be aranged
This book was great and i read it in only 3 day! I never read things that fast.
Having a special birthday celebration might be fun, if it didn't include Holly's cousins, Aunt and Uncle. They always made her feel out of place and not quite family. Still it was grandpa's 75th birthday and he might not have many more, so Holly agreed to go along with plans. Trying to save money to buy new clothes, Holly was willing to take almost any job. It's a shame the one she chose came with it's own set of problems. Thank goodness she has her best friend Jen to help her through it all. The law of averages says Holly is due to have a break of good luck. She's hoping it happens soon. First I must admit I chose this book based solely on the title. I don't usually do that, but since I have a Holly of my own, wanted to peek into "that" mind a bit. *smile* This one is a fun read for anyone but teens will find it especially fun. Light-hearted, cute and what every pre-teen, teen, dreams of. It's characters are normal teens. Nothing perfect or minus flaws. The story is one believable in our world of anything goes. The laughs will come easy as will the tears. Enjoy it as much as I did. I found no issues with this one. I gave this one 5 out of 5 books because the smiles, laughter and yes even the tears were worth the trip through these pages. ~Copy of book provided by author in exchange for a fair review~
This book was so funny..You can honestly see the chemistry beteween Dominic and Holly this book is a must read cant wait for the next book to come out im really lokking forward to it
Refreshing teen love story
A holiday cruise turns into romantic hijinx for Holly when she accidentally gets mistaken for the newest girlfriend of indie rock band ReadySet's drummer, Dominic. In an effort to salvage ReadySet's family friendly image, Holly agrees to go along with the fauxmance for the duration of her forced family vacation. But as Dominic and Holly are compelled by circumstance to spend the holidays getting to know one another as they visit exotic ports of call, navigate family outings, and deal with relentless press and jealous fans, will they find their public performance becoming something far more personal? Appropriate for readers thirteen and up, fans of Marni Bates will enjoy this hilarious and sweet holiday story set in the same continuity as Bates' Awkward and 2013's highly anticipated sequel, Invisible.
Readyset reminds me of the jonas brothers. And camp rock. But good book!
I read awkward and loved it i really hope this is the same Readyset reminds me of 1D
Decked with Holly is another cute read from Marni Bates. In this novel, we've got Holly Dayton, a 17 year old orphan who lives with her grandfather. For christmas, her grandfather decides to take her as well as his other daughter's family on an 8 day cruise to Mexico. Her aunt, along with her two daughters, are typical bullies masked in designer clothes, calorie counting, and makeup. In other words, the cruise is an 8 day vacation in hell. To Holly's delight, and Dominic's misfortune, they get photographed together while she was leaving his room after getting using his bathroom to rid herself of her seasickness. This is when the story really moves. Dominic is a member of the band ReadySet. If you've read Awkward by Marni Bates then you'll remember him from there. The tabloids accuse him of hitting this mystery woman (Holly), and in order to kill the rumors he strikes a deal with her to be his fake-girlfriend. From here on out, we all know the direction the novel will take, even the misunderstandings that occur on whether the behavior of the other person is for the cameras or there is some hint of real feelings behind it. Since this novel is told from both Holly and Dominic's POVs you get to see how each one of them really feels and you just want to smack them and tell them to just get on with it and get together already. While the back and forth banter between Dominic and Holly was very cute and resulted in a ton of funny situations, I just hoped we spent more time with them really talking or just any awkward situations to occur because staying in the same suite as your fake-boyfriend or fake-girlfriend HAS to cause some red-face inducing situations right? I also really wanted to know how Dominic did with his new venture of lyric writing. He's also known as the Drummer of ReadySet but he took this vacation to write and relax. I've read the beginning of one of his lyrics and it sounded fun! I hoped that Bates gave us a bit more on what happened with the song he composed and how it was received by his bandmates and management. The ending of Decked With Holly is predictable, but that's something to expect from a contemporary romance genre. While throughout reading the novel I found myself skipping a few descriptive paragraphs here and there and wanting to read more dialogue between the characters, I really did enjoy it. Decked With Holly, in my opinion, wasn't as enjoyable as Awkward, however it was an overall great novel that I am sure fans of Marni Bates and cute contemporary novels in general wouldn't want to miss out on!
Amazing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!even though i hav ent read it yet......shh! Lol