We finally saw the sun after 15 days, but now it's back to cold and snowy. Time for hot chocolate and good book by the fire.
Monday, November 19, 2012
Celia Anderson doesn't need anything for Christmas except a few more boarders, which are hard to come by in this small mining town. She certainly doesn't have a husband on her Christmas wish list. But when a wandering carpenter finds lodging at her boarding house, she admits that she might remarry if she found the right man--the kind of man who would bring her roses for Christmas. It would take a miracle to get roses during a harsh Wyoming winter. But Christmas, after all, is the time for miracles . . .
Set in Wyoming Territory in 1882, Celia Anderson is a young widow trying to make ends meet for herself and her infant daughter. Mark Williams is a man who has spent two years on horseback moving from town to town, looking for the father who abandoned him years before. When Mark walks into Celia's boarding house, he arrives in the midst of an emergency. Without hesitation, he steps in and together they work through her daughter's medical emergency. With winter settling in, Mark decides to stay in town, much to the dismay of two residents who believe themselves to be courting Celia.
It's not long before Mark begins to find answers to his years of questioning and searching and it's only a matter of time before he and Celia must finally admit to themselves what their feelings for each other really are.
I adored Celia and Mark. Truly, they were two remarkable people and their story was wonderful. I adored this charming little novella and I read it in one sitting. I literally didn't want to put it down. Christmas Roses is an enchanting Christmas story, perfect for curling up with in front of a fire with a cup of cocoa.
Available September 2012 at your favorite bookseller from Revell, a division of Baker Publishing Group. Thanks to Donna at Baker Publishing for the opportunity to review this book. You can learn more about Amanda Cabot here. You can purchase your own copy here.
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