Mini Review: Let It Snow by Nancy Thayer

Let It Snow by Nancy Thayer
Published: October 15, 2019
Publisher: Ballantine Books
Format: via publisher
Rating: 3/5

Christina Antonioni is preparing for the holidays at her Nantucket toy shop, unpacking last-minute shipments and decorating for her loyal Christmas shoppers. But when her Scrooge of a landlord, Oscar Bittlesman, raises her rent, it seems nearly impossible for Christina to continue business on the wharf.

Even so, Christina hopes there is a warm heart underneath Oscar's steely exterior. When she bonds with Wink, his sweet, young granddaughter who frequents the shop, it becomes clear that perhaps he isn't so cold after all. And with the help of Wink's uncle, who happens to be a charming and very handsome bachelor, this may be the best Christmas any of them could have ever imagined. Nancy Thayer's enchanting Nantucket setting provides the perfect backdrop for this holiday love story.

My Thoughts
If this isn’t made into a Hallmark Christmas movie I don’t know what will! In Let it Snow we have Christina who is the owner of a toy store who finds herself on a mission to try to save her store and others after their landlord has decided to raise their rent, many of who cant afford it.

One day she meets Wink, a little girl who she caught stealing but decides to help her out thinking she's a girl who doesn’t have anything or anyone. Little does Christina know that Wink is the granddaughter of her very wealthy landlord and finds out the girl is lashing out due to issues that are going on with her parents. However, Christina felt a connection with Wink and knew all she needed was someone to care and be there for her. In the process, she soon meets Wink’s uncle Andy and like that Christina is a goner. Andy is everything Christina would want in a man but she isn’t sure if she should take her time with him or throw caution to the wind. While they haven’t known each other for that long both can’t help but have feelings for one another but with her issues with his father and her not wanting to think she is using him, all these obstacles are very challenging for their relationship.

This is a very classic story when it comes to a Christmas romance novel, boy meets girl and something is always in the way of their budding romance, and while this one is that way its still very magical and a cozy read. I liked how she was very independent and didn’t want to use their relationship in helping her situation with her store. In the end, I will always be a sucker for a cute romance and throw in the holidays and I’ll buy it every time! So in that way, this is a no brainer if you want something short and fast-paced for the holiday season, definitely a cute romantic read.


Mini Review: 25 Days Til Christmas by Poppy Alexander

25 Days Til Christmas by Poppy Alexander
Published: October 8, 2019
Publisher: William Morrow
Format: via audiobook

Kate Potter used to love Christmas. A few years ago, she would have been wrapping her presents in September and baking mince pies on Halloween, counting down the days and hours to Christmas. But that was before Kate’s husband left for the army and never came home. Now she can hardly stand December at all.

Kate can’t deny she’s lonely, yet she doesn’t think she’s ready for romance. She knows that her son, Jack, needs a Christmas to remember—just like Kate needs a miracle to help her finally move forward with her life. So she’s decided if there isn’t a miracle on its way, she’ll just have to make her own.

As Kate’s advent countdown to the best Christmas ever begins, she soon realizes that even with the best-laid plans, you can’t plan for the unexpected. For when the path of the loneliest woman in town crosses with that of the loneliest man, these two destined hearts might find a way to save the holiday for both of them.

My Thoughts
When I think of Christmas I think of it as magical, inspiring and the season when all things are possible. In 25 Days Til Christmas, Kate is a single mother who just wants her child to have a great holiday season, but she knows that it will be tough seeing how she is just trying to deal and make ends meet after the death of her husband. So she is just trying to make it the best Christmas for her son while both of them miss her husband so much.

Daniel is a lonely man who has recently lost his only family, his sister she was his everything and now he is in this world alone simply going through the motions. While he and Kate haven’t actually met they have seen each other in passing but one faithful day they actually met and soon they become friends and if fate has its way maybe something even more.

I loved this story of two souls who you know need each other. They both have been through tragedies recently and both need someone who knows what they experiencing and together I feel like they can help heal each other. This story is so pure and you can’t help falling in love with these characters and rooting for them to come together and be that spark of happiness they both need in their lives. This is one magical read that will have you believing in the magic that is the holiday season.


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Gifted by Ainsley St. Claire

Genre: Holiday Romantic Suspense

About Gifted

How do things fall apart so easily?   Kate: As a former teacher, my mission is to keep the disadvantaged youth of our city engaged with school. My non-profit has been wildly successful with the kids, but now I'm forty mentors short for the Christmas season. It didn't look like we would be able to find enough help, until Jim Adelson got involved. He may have solved my mentor problem, but he's created another: I can't concentrate with this panty melting God around.   Jim: The community has been good to me. I'd built my successful security business with hard work and determination, and when I got approached to help Kate Monroe's non-profit, it seemed a fitting way to give back. I'd offer to spend time with some kids, but it’s Kate that I find myself wanting to spend time with. With beauty obvious to everyone, and a compassionate heart she wears on her sleeve, she has me reevaluating my priorities.   When the children's Christmas gifts go missing, Jim and Kate are forced together in the hunt. Can true love fight through the drama to find a happy ending?   Gifted is the first book in the holiday series Clear Security Holidays. This is a standalone holiday romance suspense novel, but characters from the Venture Capital series and from Tech Billionaires can be known to make appearances.

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I haven’t heard from Jim since yesterday, and I’m finding I want desperately to talk to him. I mean, I want to know if he’s learned anything about the case. But I shove all that aside to focus on the matter at hand: a meeting with my board of directors. 
The board takes the news of the stolen gifts better than I thought, but they are obviously disappointed. I share with them all the things Jim and Clear Security, as well as SFPD, are doing. Stephanie is quick to say that with Jim on the case, she knows they’ll find the prizes.
As we’re walking out, she pulls me aside. “I wasn’t kidding,” she says. “With Jim working on this, we’ll be fine.”
I can’t help but be hopeful. “That’s exactly how I feel. He’s done some great work. Plus, the lead detective on the case is the parent of one of our winners, so there’s a lot of attention being focused our way.”
“That’s a good thing.” Without a beat, she continues. “So, can I take credit for the matchmaking?”
She smiles. “You and Jim. You seem rather cozy.”
“I just met him on Saturday. I called him after the break-in because I knew we needed help.”
“He’s pretty hot.”
I nod, trying not to give anything away.
She evaluates me a moment and leans in. “If I was single and straight, I’d be all over that man.”
I smile. “He is pretty hot.”
She squeezes my arm. “Keep us posted. I’m sure we can get creative if it turns out we’re going to need to reorder.”
All the way home on the bus, I debate whether to call Jim. I want to know if he’s learned anything, but really, I just want to hear about his day and tell him about mine. I don’t even know if that’s of any interest to him. It’s a bad idea. I should play coy. I should pretend it doesn’t matter if we don’t talk for a while. I’m cool. I can do this.
I walk into my apartment to find a note from Liz: I’m staying at Zack’s tonight. Call if you need me.
I pour the dregs of the bottle of pinot noir into my coffee cup and lose the battle with myself.

Me: Hey. How was your day?
Jim: Good. How was your board meeting?
Me: They took the news well but mostly because Stephanie guaranteed you’d find the gifts.
Jim: No pressure.
Me: I’m sure you’ve been under pressure to perform before.

I smile as I press send. I don’t know if he gets my double entendre, but I can’t help myself.

Jim: Never. I’m always up for the task.
Me: Always?

I bite my lip. He gets me. I shiver with excitement.

Jim: Particularly when the motivation is right.
Me: I hope the motivation is right with this.
Jim: Without question.

I grin. I’ll end up inviting him over if I don’t change the subject. I need to slow myself down or I’ll go charging in, and it will be a one-and-done type thing, and then things will be awkward—just like I thought at the beginning. 

Me: Any news?
Jim: Other than thinking Saturday is far away? No. We’re slowly chipping away at our leads.
Me: Looking forward to Saturday?
Jim: It’s time alone with you, right?
Me: I’m not really into a group thing. I mean, it’s good in theory, but with all those limbs trying to find their place without a bloody nose, it sounds too complicated.
Jim: I truly LOL’d. I’m glad you’re not into the group thing. I wouldn’t want to share you with anyone. 

He likes me!

Me: *blushing*
Jim: I think the group thing is more of a party trick anyway. You either can or can’t do it. Like those that can touch their tongue to the tip of their nose. What is your party trick?
Me: I can move my hips in a figure eight like the Polynesian dancers do.
Jim: Really? I wouldn’t mind seeing that.
Me: We’ll see. What’s your trick?
Jim: I have a magic tongue.

I laugh so hard that I think I pee my pants.

Me: Really? What, you can lick your eyebrows or something?
Jim: I wouldn’t want to scare anyone. I’m sure we could arrange a showing.
Me: Please see above. I meant it about not being into the group thing.
Jim: Who said anything about a group? I offered to show just you.
Me: Point taken. What else would you show me?
Jim: So many things and so little time.
Me: Why? Are you moving?
Jim: Never.

Chapter 11


It’s almost seven on Saturday, and I’m starting to have second thoughts. Maybe this outfit isn’t nice enough. I’ve put on a black pencil skirt and a white button-down shirt with a large belt and chunky silver jewelry. I like that Jim’s tall so I can wear my boots. They’re the most expensive shoes I own, and they have a significant heel that shows off my backside. 
I groan. I’m trying too hard. But I don’t have time to change. I refuse to be the stereotypical female and make him wait.
Right at seven, the door buzzer sounds. I push the intercom. “I’ll be right down.” I grab my purse and coat and descend the four flights to the street. He’s standing with his back to the door, and he already looks stunning. 
He turns and his eyes sweep over me. He’s in a dark suit, obviously tailored, with a white shirt and light blue tie. 
“You look positively beautiful,” he tells me.
I’ll never tell him I changed three times before settling on this outfit. The first dress made me look like I was going to prom, or maybe just trying too hard with a strapless sweetheart neckline—too much boob. I need to keep this sort of professional, right? Sure
“A bit of a step up from the T-shirt and jeans?”
“You look good no matter what you wear.”
I blush at the compliment. He leads me to a waiting car—with a driver. I’m a little surprised. 
“I don’t drink and drive, and I thought we might want to enjoy a few drinks,” he explains.
“Sounds good to me. Where are we headed?”
“Waterfront Café. Do you know it?”
“Only by reputation.”
“Good. I think you’ll like it.”
My pinky finger brushes his, and the touch sends electric jolts to my core. 
“I understand reservations can be tough to get at Waterfront. This is exciting.” I chatter when I’m nervous and that’s exactly what I’m doing. Good grief. “Have you learned anything new since we last spoke?”
“I only confirmed what I already knew, so I guess that means I’m going in the right direction.”
The drive is short. We arrive at the restaurant, and the valet opens the door and extends his hand. 
“Thanks, Lucas,” Jim says to his driver. “I’ll call you when we’re ready for a ride home.”
“Yes, sir.”
Jim puts his hand at the small of my back and escorts me into the restaurant. 
The hostess greets him immediately. “Mr. Adelson, welcome.”
“Thank you.”
“You have twenty minutes until your reservation. Would you like to go to your table now or enjoy a predinner drink at the bar?”
He looks at me. “Are you okay with a drink?”
I nod. “Of course.”
We take a seat at the bar. He orders a whiskey, and I order a peppermint martini. “Maybe this will make me less nervous.”
His hand touches my thigh. “You’ve nothing to be nervous about. We’ll have a nice dinner and maybe a walk after.”
I don’t know how he does it, but he puts me right at ease. “What are your plans for Christmas?” I ask.
“Probably work. We have a holiday party up in Tahoe in two weeks, but the day itself is quiet. We’ll still have a few things going on with clients, but rarely is it too crazy.”
“You don’t go home?”
“This is home for me these days. What about you?”
“If we’re lucky enough to have the party on Christmas Eve, I’ll probably be sleeping in. The families will bring in potluck dishes, and we’ll augment with a caterer since it’s become so big. I’m sure I’ll be at the rec center cleaning up late. I don’t mind. The kids’ excitement is such an adrenaline rush.”
“You really light up when you talk about these kids.”
“Each year the number of students increases, and this the first time we’ve had so many.”
“These kids are really lucky to have you.”
She shrugs. “Well, thanks. I’d like to think someone would step up to fill the gap if we didn’t.”
“You’re very optimistic. You have something really special here. 
Our drinks arrive. My martini has a candy cane attached. 
“That looks very festive,” Jim says. 
“It’s my drink for the season.” I lift it in toast. “To the kids.”
He clinks his glass against mine and repeats, “To the kids.” 
I take a big swig of my drink, and it helps calm my nerves. After a few minutes, conversation becomes easier.
We spend the next few minutes getting to know one another. I like that Jim is so comfortable with himself. And I really like that he gets my sense of humor. It seems to fall flat with so many.
The hostess comes to take us to our table, and I’m impressed when they show us to an intimate booth near the windows. The view is spectacular. 
“Let me know if the window gets too cold,” he tells me.
A waiter places black napkins on our laps, and we hear the specials. Then he departs, leaving us with our menus. The lights are soft and allow us to see outside. 
Jim reaches for my hand. “You know, I often take this view for granted.”
“Me, too.” People travel from all over the world to see the Golden Gate Bridge and experience the cable cars. I love it here, and I can’t imagine living anywhere else.
“What’s your favorite thing about The City?” he asks.
I walk him through the litany of things you can do here. “But truly, my favorite thing is how easy it is to get to Napa or Yosemite or Carmel. In the same day, you can experience snow in Tahoe and put your toes in the warm sand at the beach.”
We order dinner as we laugh and tell stories of our experiences here in San Francisco. My favorite is when he explains how one of his clients, whom he doesn’t name, was being pursued by a group of women. They kept breaking into his condo and showing up at his workplace, and they were doing it almost as a group. Jim’s team couldn’t figure out how they were getting the information on where the guy was. Then they finally realized the guy’s mother was the person telling the women how to find him. When Jim confronted her—an old Italian woman—she told him, “I want to be a grandmother before I die.”
Dinner is outstanding. I am melting over the sautéed scallops. Jim’s got grouper prepared with some sort of sauce. 
“No french fries with that?” he asks. 
I grin. “Nope, it comes on a bed of potato puree.” I lean in and carefully look around to make sure there is no one listening. Just above a whisper I ask, “What’s the difference between mashed potatoes and potato puree?”
He shrugs. “Looks the same to me.”
“Tastes the same, too.”
His mouth curls in amusement, and I realize I’m having fun tonight. Without a second thought, I place a scallop on his plate and take a forkful of his fish. I moan at the light taste of his meal. It’s like heaven. 
I look at him, and he’s gazing at me as if I stood on the table and shook my ta-tas in his face. I may have gone too far taking food off his plate without asking. I know I took an unwanted french fry the other night, but some people are super territorial about having things that have been in someone’s mouth on their plate. I’m a little shocked at myself. 
“Wow, that’s really good.” I’m trying to cover my error.
Without missing a beat, he grins and eats the scallop on his plate. “The scallops are pretty spectacular. I’m not sure which one I like better.”
Phew. “Thank you for dinner. I don’t usually get to enjoy restaurants like this, and it’s a great treat.”
“I hope we get to do this more often.”
I reach for the bill when it arrives, but he covers it with his hand and shakes his head. “I said I would be buying.” 
I haven’t been on a date in a long time where the guy didn’t expect me to at least pay half. But Jim covers the bill and helps me into my coat. Who is this guy? I’ve never had anyone do that for me. Wow. 
When we step outside, the fog is thick, and it feels as if it’s misting, but I don’t care. I just like being with him. 
“How about a walk?” he asks.
“I’d like that.” 
He reaches for my hand and leads me along the waterfront. The air bites and chills me to the bone. After a little while my toes are frozen, but I’m still not ready for tonight to end.
“Your teeth are chattering. I should get you home.” He runs his arms up and down mine, trying to create some friction heat.
“That’s not necessary. I can grab a rideshare.”
“I’ll take you home.”
“You don’t need to call your driver to come get me. I feel silly having you do that.”
“Well, I do need to get home myself. But if you don’t want my car to take you, I’ll call us a rideshare.”
He gives me a look that tells me not to push it. And I don’t. There’s something about him that makes me feel safe.
The rideshare pulls up and drives us to my building. When we arrive, Jim gets out and holds the door for me. Harry, our local homeless man, is sitting in my doorway. I can tell Jim’s uncomfortable with this. I put my finger to my lips and angle my head to the side, and he follows me. I use the code for the garage, and we walk inside. “That’s just Harry. He’s here when he can’t get a room in one of the shelters. It’s wet and cold, so we don’t mind him hanging out in the vestibule.”
“This is not a safe neighborhood.”
“It’s not that bad,” I insist. “And I can’t afford anything better.”
“I’m not sure I’m comfortable with you staying here tonight by yourself.”
I smile. “Is this your way of asking to stay with me?”
He smiles and shakes his head, but he makes no move to go.
It is his excuse, and he smells so good—a combination of citrus and male. I know I may regret it later, but I can’t help myself. “I have some whiskey. Would you like some?”
He sends the rideshare on its way, and we walk up the three flights to my apartment. He’s not even winded when we get to my front door. I open the door just as I remember that my bed is laden with all the outfits I tried on earlier tonight. The apartment is chilly, but I hardly notice. 
“Nice place,” he says.
“It isn’t much, but it has two bedrooms, and the heat works most of the winter.” 
He takes a seat on the couch, which didn’t seem small until he sat down. I pour him a whiskey and myself a vodka. As we drink slowly, I feel like a dam has burst inside me, and before either of us realizes it, we’re making out like teenagers. It’s alternately slow and sexy, and hard and fast. My pencil skirt begins to frustrate both of us. 
He breaks the kiss. His hair is messed up, and he looks so sexy with his shirt open halfway down his chest and his tie askew. 
He’s breathing hard. “Do you want me to leave?” 
My mind tells me that’s a good idea, but my body says the opposite.
“Let’s go back to my room,” I whisper.
He stands and extends his hand to me. I lead him to my room. Clothes are everywhere. 
“I couldn’t decide what to wear tonight,” I mutter in embarrassment. 
“You would have looked beautiful in a potato sack.” He unbuttons my shirt and begins to kiss from my shoulder up to my ear, and I think I’m going to come before he touches me.
“Only if it was for pureed potatoes.”
He cracks a smile and continues unbuttoning my shirt. “The hint of the lace on your bra has been teasing me all night.”
I unhook my belt and slip out of my skirt. He kneels in front of me, hooking his thumbs in my thong and moving it over my hips. He slowly unzips each boot, and I step out of them. He takes a deep breath, no doubt smelling the pheromones oozing out of me. 
I’m standing before him naked, and he stands and takes me in. A line has been crossed, and there’s no going back. We give in to the moment and kiss so passionately that we’re out of breath for a few seconds. It strikes me at that very moment what has been missing in my life over the last few years: chemistry. Hot-blooded chemistry.
We continue to kiss hungrily. I clear the clothes from my bed and lie down. He lies on top of me partially dressed—he’s lost his tie and his shirt, but he’s still wearing his pants. I clutch at his chest hair, sending him into an ecstatic state. He devours my breasts, kissing all over my body and working his way down to my love triangle. I’m wet already, and my musky scent seems to drive him mad. He sucks my pussy and laps up my juices. A violent orgasm rips through my body as I hold him by his hair, pinning his tongue inside me. He doesn’t stop, and I continue to convulse as my juices fill his mouth. 
“You taste so good.” 
I lie there as he laves my breasts with kisses, and I come down from my euphoria.
“Roll over,” he demands.
I do as I’m told, and I hear him behind me.
I pick up his light, clean, soapy scent, and I feel his hands caress down my back and over my upturned ass, then explore my thighs. His gentle touch drives me insane. He avoids my core, and each time he comes close, I lean into him, but he doesn’t give in. I’m going to be climbing the ceiling soon. The scent of us begins to combine, warm and urgent.
I hear clothes falling, shoes thumping, and then something that sounds like hands rubbing together. Gently, he moves my thighs apart. His hand goes between my legs, my sex held like a delicate objet d'art. He blows a warm breath onto my slit, and my clit responds. He strokes and rubs, and I moan my encouragement for him to continue. I want so badly to turn and beg him to fuck me. He must know it, because of my moans.
Now his fingers part my folds and explore how wet I am. I’m drenched.
I hear foil ripping, which is a relief. I wouldn’t do this without protection, and not having to argue is so much better. A quiet snap of latex makes my nipples pebble. The thought of him inside me is almost more than I can handle.
He walks around the bed and moves near my head. I'm face to face with the biggest cock I’ve ever seen, but instead of being frightened, I feel another wave of wetness drip down my thighs.
“You’re so beautiful when you come,” he says. “Tonight, we’re going to see that look of ecstasy on your face so many times.” 
What the condom is covering looks well suited for that task. He’s hard. Unquestionably erect. 
He disappears behind me again. For a moment, I can't think, much less breathe. He pries me open, and his face meets my flesh. He's licking and slurping and devouring me like I'm the finest, juiciest peach. I admit it isn't quite what I expected, but it’s a small relief.
Those big hands seem to have no problem holding my ever so plush hips, and he opens me wider. He spreads my legs apart with his and takes a deep breath. So do I. He lines himself up—I think, it's hard to tell from this angle—and then I feel him: thicker than he looks and harder than I could imagine.
He seems very adept at what he's doing. The opening act brings me close, and he's determined to see it through. I'm trying to help, provide some tactile feedback of my own, but he has other ideas. My ass bounces against him as he pounds into me. It feels almost primal. What I want is just what he's doing. All airs and pretense are abandoned in favor of hedonistic pleasure. 
I can't hold myself up any longer. He has actually fucked me into the mattress, and I know we want the same thing.
Without withdrawing, he pulls me to the edge of the bed. I'm still face down, and now my breasts can take a respite from swinging in time to him pushing into me. He entwines his fingers in my hair and pulls me up. His balls have tightened now. I feel them higher against me than before. The thought is fleeting. My own release is beginning to take hold.
My nipples are hard points, and the heaviness of my breasts lets me know for sure it won't be long. He changes my position. I always thought my hips were far too broad for this. It appears I was wrong.
His legs are on both sides of me, holding mine tight together. It takes a few tries, but he gets inside me. I want to scream, moan, cry out his name. At least part of that I can't bring myself to do, so I bury my head in the pillow, push my ass back, and take him. I let my fantasies play movies in my head—I am sexual. I am desirable. I am free.
He's back between my thighs and pulls me close. He wraps his arms around me and holds me. I still can't hold myself up, but this time it's because my orgasm is sapping my strength. My contractions grip him inside me. I am almost there.
Somewhere fireworks explode, and I think I’m yelling his name so loud they can hear me five miles away, all while he only grunts his pleasure as he empties himself.
He collapses on top of me, rolls over, and pulls me in. We’re both gasping for air. My core is on fire and wanting more. 
“I’m sorry,” he says.
My stomach drops. He’s going to leave. 
“I couldn’t hold back,” he says. “Our first time should have been slow and sensuous. I promise to be better next time. But I’ve been wanting to do that since I saw your picture on the internet before I volunteered.”
I’m stunned, but too tired to dissect his meaning. I kiss him, our tongues enjoying a slow dance. We fall asleep in each other’s arms until we can muster the energy to go again.

About Ainsley St. Claire

Ainsley St Claire is a Romantic Suspense Author and Adventurer on a lifelong mission to craft sultry storylines and steamy love scenes that captivate her readers. To date, she is best known for her series Venture Capitalists. An avid reader since the age of four, Ainsley’s love of books knew no genre. After reading, came her love of writing, fully immersing herself in the colorful, impassioned world of contemporary romance. Ainsley’s passion immediately shifted to a vocation when during a night of terrible insomnia, her first book came to her. Ultimately, this is what inspired her to take that next big step. The moment she wrote her first story, the rest was history.   Currently, Ainsley is in the midst of writing a nine-book series called “Venture Capitalist.” When she isn’t being a bookworm or typing away her next story on her computer, Ainsley enjoys spending quality family time with her loved ones. She is happily married to her amazing soulmate and is a proud mother of two rambunctious boys. She is also a scotch aficionada and lover of good food (especially melt-in-your-mouth, velvety chocolate). Outside of books, family, and food, Ainsley is a professional sports spectator and an equally as terrible golfer and tennis player.

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Mini Review: Christmas Angels by Nancy Naigle

Christmas Angels by Nancy Naigle
Published: October 15, 2019
Publisher: St. Martin’s Griffin
Format: via NetGalley
Rating: 3.5/5

Growing up, Liz Westmoreland dreamed of taking over her grandparents inn located in the small mountain town of Angels Creek only for it to be sold before she ever got the chance. While browsing the internet, she stumbles upon a listing for what looks to be the picturesque inn and it’s set to go to auction. Liz places a bid, and by a miracle, wins the auction. But when she gets there she finds the property in significant disrepair.

When Matt Hardy narrowly lost the inn and property that butted his land, he just hoped it wasn't another city slicker coming to make matters worse after the previous owners gutted the place for an art gallery. But the minute he recognized the sweet, freckle-faced girl from his childhood and heard her plans to reopen the inn, he jumps at the chance to help his childhood crush restore a place where he made so many fond memories.

While working on repairs, Liz and Matt discover her grandmother’s collection of angels in one of the cabins. When the angels start mysteriously showing up all over the inn, she begins to look at them as reassurance—that restoring the inn is what she's meant to do. But when an accident leaves Liz feeling like she made a mistake, will Matt—and the residents of Angels Creek—be able to show Liz that she's found a home? And possibly true love as well?

My Thoughts
Christmas Angels is a tale of taking chances in life and especially love. Liz always cherished her Christmas memories of being with her grandparent’s inn over the holidays and her wish is to start an inn of her own so when her family’s old inn goes for sale she takes the chance and sees it as fate coming in and making things happen.

Matt is just trying to put his life together after a bad breakup. He is a simple man who wants simple things and doesn’t think love is on the horizon, that is until he sees Liz and he can’t believe his eyes that this is the same girl from his childhood, his old crush.

I really enjoyed this tale of second chances. I liked how these two were brought together to help each other go through this rough patch in their lives. I liked the characters and how they all came together to help each other in times of need. I found this story cute, cozy and inspiring just what I want in a Christmas read.


Cover Reveal: And Then One Day by Samantha Chase

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Samantha Chase is going back to Magnolia Sound in January 2020 with AND THEN ONE DAY and we are so excited to be sharing the cover with you! If you love small-town romance, be sure to pre-order your copy today!


Courtney Baker is ready to put small-town life—and the man she can’t have—behind her. Years of secretly crushing on her best friend’s older brother have led nowhere and she’s finally ready to move on. It would have been a great plan had she not drunkenly blurted out all her feelings and kissed him. At least she’ll be able to forget all about it when she leaves town in less than 48 hours.
It takes a lot to surprise Dean Jones, but a kiss from the girl he’s been secretly attracted to for years does just that. All it takes is one kiss for him to realize he doesn’t want to let her go. But she’s his sister’s best friend and that’s a line he knows he should never cross. Never mind that she seems determined to leave their small town—and him—behind.
When a storm and a broken car stop Courtney from leaving town, Dean sees the perfect opportunity to get her out of his system. But can one night ever be enough?

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Samantha Chase is a New York Times and USA Today bestseller of contemporary romance. She released her debut novel in 2011 and currently has more than forty titles under her belt! When she’s not working on a new story, she spends her time reading romances, playing way too many games of Scrabble or Solitaire on Facebook, wearing a tiara while playing with her sassy pug Maylene…oh, and spending time with her husband of 25 years and their two sons in North Carolina.