Coming Home For Christmas Novels & Stories

I've lost everyone because I pushed them away. The tears are flowing as the words wash over me, but it's a good cry. It's a healing cry, that acts as a balm for the soul. My hips are swaying to the music and despite the emotion choking me, I'm quietly singing along. “Please come home for Christmas... Please come home for Christmas... If not for Christmas, by New Year's night...”

He asks, his eyes dropping to my chest, and I suck in a breath when he twirls his finger around the hard bud. "I thought you were giving me time. " I tell him and he nods, "I'm not doing anything, baby. Just merely playing with my babies. " I shake my head with a laugh before saying, "For the first half. We have to go home for Christmas, remember?" He nods and lifts his gaze to mine. "Right. December. " "You don't sound so happy about that. You aren't coming?"

Melody pushed open the door to Delaney’s Delights and braced herself for the barrage of Christmas music. There was no avoiding it now; it was everywhere she went, and though she did her best to tune it out, there were times when particular songs came on that memories of her father flooded her senses, and she needed to step away or turn it off. Luckily, this afternoon, her entrance was greeted by a particularly poppy rendition of “Santa Claus is Coming to Town” and there was nothing specifically remarkable about that song.

“No, they’re away on a business trip. My dad retired a few years ago, so he goes with Mom whenever she travels. My brother and his family went to the Bahamas for Christmas. I’m not sure what I’m going to do.” Memory stared at him for a minute, thinking it would be just awful to spend Christmas alone. “Will you go back to Chicago?” “Maybe. I have some friends who’ve invited me over. Jen and Chet said I could come to their house for Christmas dinner if I want to. I don’t know.” He shrugged and toed the snow with his boot. “Do you have a big family Christmas?”

Brady helped her get her coat on, taking a deep breath, his lungs filling with the sweet smell of vanilla from her neck, which was so very close to him now. Clearing his throat, Brady took a step back. Noelle turned, still smiling at him, and slid her hand into his. Her fingers felt perfectly in his. Brady never wanted to let her go. The ride home was mostly quiet as holiday music played on the radio. “I’ll Be Home for Christmas,” seemed fitting, even if Brady still wasn’t sure when he’d be moving into his new house. Holiday Hills was definitely beginning to feel like home to him.

Reviewed by Pikasho Deka for Readers’ Favorite Coming Home by AM Sams follows the story of two neighboring families in Wyoming whose lives become intertwined under extraordinary circumstances. Cortland is one of the four Carter brothers overseeing the large Carter family ranch. He is determined to get back his family's mineral and water rights that his grandfather lost in a poker game to his neighbor, Mr. Mowery. Meanwhile, Mowery's granddaughter, Austin, is back in Wyoming, eager to rectify her family's mistakes and return the water rights of the original owners. When Cortland meets Austin, both feel an intense mutual attraction that develops into a full-blown love affair. But Cortland's tr

Christmas is here and it's what it's He can't deny that the Evening is cozy and everywhere was hot and the Christmas Carol could be heard from a distant church. Putting on his radio was a means to distract him but the radio was not far from the celebration as well. Josh turned off his radio and sighed. This one week is going to be one hell of an experience for him. He knows he would not have returned home if not that the old man had summoned him. He hates Christmas so does everyone from his family but this year's Christmas is different and he can swear his grandfather didn't need to invite him home.

Austin said, “Thank you for your consideration, Ms. Isabella. My nana is over eighty but still in good health and she can still fly. I do have a large family though, and it would be difficult for everyone to come over. It’s better to forget it. I’ll tell my family that I won’t be going back for Christmas this year. They’ll understand.”

"I know finals end Friday, and I know you're probably dreading going home..." His jaw tightens. "I'm not talking about that." "You don't have to. I just—" I take a breath. "What if you didn't have to go home? What if you came with me instead?" He looks up at me then, really looks at me, and I feel a weird thing in my stomach. "What do you mean?" "Come to Coastal Maine for Christmas. My grandma would love to meet you, and there's plenty of space, and you wouldn't have to deal with... everything at home."

Walter didn't need to be present or even notified. Out of concern for Ethel's age, he arranged for people to escort her back home for some rest.