Christmas Love Story Books Novels & Stories

Otherwise, finding a decent restaurant open was a pain in the butt. No, it was his night with Sierra that inspired a tenuous serenity within him. She’d brought him his Christmas last night. No woman had ever inspired such poignant longing in him. Even now, after coupling over and over through the night, his midsection tightened at the thought of her. She was a rare flower, blooming in winter, spicing the cold air with her exotic, delicate fragrance. He’d never tired of watching her bloom, watching her face soften in ecstasy as his name spilled from lips as deep red as holly berries.

She adds already heading for the kitchen. Within thirty minutes Nina had put the stuff for Santa out on a Christmas plate that Mandy gave her yesterday and she was tucked up in bed while I read her a book called Once Upon a Magical Christmas and she loved every moment of it and so did Josh and Riley. Yep, that's right. The guys sat on the bottom of her bed and listened to the entire story like big children and I swear that the pair of them were almost sleeping their selves by the time I had finished and so was Nina.

Caitlin read aloud: “Hester Prynn, Hawthorne’s most famous character, the woman at the center of The Scarlet Letter, the woman who was persecuted for refusing to reveal the true identity of her child’s father, was, many scholars say, based on a real life Salem resident: Elizabeth Paine. No scholar has ever been able to identify the lineage of Elizabeth’s child, as she refused to reveal to any of the townsfolk who the father really was. Legend has it that he was a mysterious man, come over on a ship from Europe, and that their romance was a forbidden one. “Elizabeth was banished from Salem and forced to live in a small cottage, by herself and with her child, in the woods, on the outskirts of

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“Okay, emotional moment over. Now tell me—does this mean I get to throw the baby shower? Because I already have themes.” I groan. “God help me.” Her eyes sparkle. “Listen, just hear me out. What about “Baby’s First Christmas’? Tiny Santa hats, reindeer plushies, twinkling lights everywhere—” I stare at her. “Celine.” “Or we could go full-on storybook magic theme! Imagine the cake—a baby in a little enchanted forest, maybe a fairytale prince or princess vibe—” I drop my head into my hands. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

These two very different people meet at the most unforseen circumstances, it is Christmas and love is in the air, Will these two have their second chance or will circumstance tear them apart? Join Tanner and Katrina in their story of love, of second chances and of Christmas. Author's Note Here is the blurb, check out the next chapter for the chapter one of the six chaptered book.

Completely and hopelessly. He held her until she calmed down, then kissed her forehead. “You’re going to love the rest. Come on. Keep opening.” The third gift was a pair of Jimmy Choo satin heels. Limited edition. She laughed in disbelief. “Only three pairs in the world and you bought one of them?” “I have my talents.” The fourth was an original Hermès bag. By the time she opened the last one, she was already overwhelmed. It was a large Christmas snow globe. Inside it was a picture of the two of them, the one they had taken in Snowbrook. At the base of the globe were the wise men and shepherds, and carved into it were two letters. M & L.

"Tonight, you're mine. Tomorrow we'll figure out tomorrow." She nodded, not trusting her voice. He carried her back to the bed, and this time, when he pulled her against him, she let herself sink into the warmth his skin, the sheets, the soft glow of the dying fire. He pulled the duvet over them both, and she felt his arm wrap around her waist, his lips pressed to the back of her neck. The fire popped. The snow fell. Somewhere in the city, church bells began to ring, ushering in Christmas morning.

I pleaded as my hands caressed down her hair romantically. “You weren't expecting me?” she asked, frowning a little bit. I knew prolonging the conversation would result in another disagreement. Before she could continue her nagging, I leaned close to her, my lips sucking in the words from her mouth. “I love you,” I whispered, my eyes piercing into hers. I could see the smile tugging by the side of her lips. The knocking on the door disrupted our romantic atmosphere. “Who is it?” I asked, with a hint of frustration in my voice.