I am so ecstatic for The 12 NA's of Christmas and I can't wait to collect and read them all! I have a feeling these novellas will definitely help me find some holiday spirit this year and I can't wait to start! I will be reviewing these 2 books soon so stop back by on November 13th for my review of Off the Market and November 14th for my review of Christmas Catch.
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CHRISTMAS CATCH by Chelsea M.
Cameron
Two years
ago, when Ivy Emerson bailed from the tiny fishing village she’d grown up in to
go to Columbia, Sawyer McCallister was the only thing she was sad to leave
behind, and she still didn’t look back. But when her mother guilts her into
coming home for Christmas, she crashes headfirst into Sawyer, who’s also
returned after being away.
Now
that they’ve both been dragged back to Saltwater, Maine, they might just
realize it’s where they belong. Together.
~EXCERPT FROM CHRISTMAS CATCH~
"Need some help?” This is not happening.
I turn around slowly.
The first thing I see is a truck I haven’t seen since high school. The second
is the guy I haven’t seen since high school.
“Ivy?” His hair’s a
little longer, and his face is a little leaner. He looks . . . older. But his
eyes. They’re still the same.
“Sawyer,” I whisper,
because I can’t believe it’s him. What the hell is he doing here?
A car drives behind
Sawyer, honks, and he waves them on. The two of us are frozen, unable to move.
At least I am. He recovers first.
“I have a chain in the
back. I can get you out of there.”
“Okay,” I say as he
pulls in front of my car and then gets out. He seems taller, but that can’t be.
He’s wearing a thick blue Carhartt jacket, torn jeans and work boots. He moves
to the back of the truck and gets a chain out, which he hooks to the tow hook
on the back of my car and then to his truck. He hasn’t said a word.
“Okay, get in,” he says
and I get back in my car. With a minimum of revving of his engine and mine, we
get my car out of the ditch. I get out to thank him.
Instead, I say, “What
are you doing back here?” He wraps up the chain and doesn’t meet my eyes.
“My dad died,” he says
as he tosses the chain in the bed of the truck. “Bye, Ivy.” And as quickly as
he appeared, he’s gone, and the only remnant of is being here is the cloud of
exhaust from his truck.
I slump against my car
and raise my head. Snow is just starting to fall, melting as soon as it hits
the pavement.
This goddamn town.
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OFF
THE MARKET by Magan Vernon
Etta Davis
didn't have showing a house penciled into her Christmas plans, but with the
other realtors already off enjoying their holiday, she'd been stuck with the
task. It wasn't all bad though, the house up for grabs used to belong to the
family of her high school sweetheart, Andrew Lawson. Though now dilapidated,
thanks to its current owners, it still held the power to bring back forgotten
memories and turn the routine showing into something else entirely.
Particularly
when Andrew shows up, wanting to buy the house. Now Etta must decide whether a
second chance is worth taking the house, and her heart, off the market.
~EXCERPT FROM OFF THE MARKET~
I looked over the garage at the now rusted backboard. It
seemed like only yesterday that Andrew stood on the ladder, wearing his new
Bulls jersey, forcing me to stand in the driveway to make sure he got it
centered over the garage. The backboard was still crooked, just like it always
was since I didn't have a keen eye for getting it level. But Andrew didn't move
it. He said he loved it just the way it was because it was my version of
straight and he loved me.
Love. That was a word I hadn't heard in a long time. I had
a brief string of bad dates in college and my mom always tried to set me up on
dates with her friends’ or co-workers’ sons, but none of them worked out. None
of them had that spark. That thing that made my stomach do somersaults.
I stepped out of the car, shaking the thoughts of my past
life out of my head while my heels dug into the freshly fallen snow. I cursed
myself for not putting on some sort of winter footwear. It was a holiday after
all, so the client couldn't have complained about my footwear when he was the
one inconveniencing me.
I walked up the small path way, now lined with broken solar
powered lights, to the big white door. Quickly, I swiped my broker card in the
realtor lock box. The green light blinked and I pushed open the door.
There hadn't been more than a handful of showings in the
year the house had been listed, but I never once showed it. I was always afraid
to come back. Afraid it would have the same feeling as it had now. Like I was
coming home.
I'd spent more time in the now faded foyer, underneath the
broken chandelier, than I did in my parents’ house. There were prom pictures
taken on the grand staircase and nights I spent cuddled with Andrew on the
living room couch across from the now dilapidated fireplace.
Mrs. Lawson used to keep the house so nice. She always had
candles burning and every single light fixture would shine. The owners after
the Lawsons obviously didn't have as much pride in their home. It didn't take
long for the bank to foreclose on it and for my real estate company to get
tapped to re-sell it. I almost wished I could buy it myself, fix it up and
restore it back to its former glory. But I had neither the money nor the time
for such things. My life had become my work and without a family of my own
there was really no need for the grand four-bedroom house.
A soft knock came at the front door.
"That must be the client. He'd better put in an
offer," I muttered, smoothing out my skirt and walking to the front door.
I stopped, my mouth still wide open, because standing in
the doorway was one of the former residents of the house, Andrew Lawson.
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