An uplifting, beautiful story about never letting go of your dreams, the special magic of a family Christmas...and the rush of falling in love under the mistletoe.
Single mother Abbey Fuller loves her family more than anything and doesn't regret for a moment having had to put her dreams of being an interior designer on hold. But with her son, Max, growing up, when a friend recommends her for a small design job, she jumps at the chance. How hard can it be?
Nick Sinclair needs his house decorated in time for his family's festive visit - and money is no object. What he doesn't need is to be distracted from his multimillion-dollar business - even if it is Christmas.
When Abbey pulls up to the huge Sinclair mansion, she has a feeling she might be out of her depth. And when she meets the gorgeous, brooding Nicholas Sinclair, she knows that she’s in real trouble....
With the snow falling all around, can Abbey take the chance to make her dreams of being a designer come true? And can she help Nick to finally enjoy the magic of Christmas?
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Enjoyed the other Jenny Hale Christmas novel more
The characters didn't feel believable to me.
Yes, as the other book was better.
This narrator was not a match for the character. Her tone did not seem to match the dialogue given to the character. A Xe Sands type voice would have been better for this novel.
Some renovation/small business mention struggle, but not enough. The premise was interesting.
This book should have been right up my alley for Christmas reading, and I was surprised how much it didn't work for me. I do think the narration was a big part of this.
- Amazon Customer
Great Romantic Escape
I loved this cozy escape into a different world that focused relationships, romance, family, and the spirit of Christmas. I would compare this book to the style of Susan Wiggs. It was a great, light read, full of holiday spirit. Perfect to curl up with by the fire (or listen to on your commute with visions of sugarplums dancing in your head).