by Taylor Hart
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Just released: November 3, 2014
Publisher: CreateSpace
Genre: Holiday, Romance, Novella
Paperback: 582 pages (complete anthology)
Rating: 4
Molly O’Hare gets the utterly ridiculous prediction that she will kiss her true love on Christmas Eve. But when she returns to Snow Valley and comes face to face with Kevin Snow, suddenly the kiss thing seems…a lot less ridiculous. Too bad the reason she left still has the power to make her deny her real feelings. Now Molly is left with a choice—forget the home town and the boy that she never quit loving or let Christmas work out a miracle all on its own.
My two-bits:
Another clean romance in the Christmas in Snow Valley collection that warms the heart.
Along with a romance, the main character must contend with other matters of the heart involving her relationship with her parents.
Issues of forgiveness and coping with long term illnesses are touched upon as well.
This tale involves interaction with a pastor for guidance in certain scenes. Hence, the Christian aspect comes into play.
Excerpt:
“Hey, Mol.” Kevin said it before I got there. “Are you coming to sell me something? Mud pies, snow balls? Let’s see, what else did I buy from you over the years?” He snapped. “Rocks. Do you remember when I paid a nickel for a bag of rocks?” He let out a soft laugh.
Mol. He had said ‘Mol’ like he still could say it. Like he was still that boy that I went to the swimming ditch with. Like he was still my best friend. Like he cared about me. He couldn’t talk to me like that. “Why are you doing the chores?” I demanded.
His chin jerked up and he gut laughed. “You sound angry.”
“I am angry.” And I was. So angry. For so long angry. He sat here like…like…like he could just sit here and talk to me about the past and do chores for my parents.
His face got serious. “How’s your dad?”
This question almost dispersed my anger. “He’s fine.”
Kevin put his hand on the rope above his head; his eyes slowly searched my face. “What do you think of the swing?”
“What?” He kicked his legs back and then forward. “I dug her out of the shed today.” The side of his lip tugged up. “I could use a push here.”
I shook my head, trying to understand this ludicrousness. “Wh-no. No. Kevin, you and I are not people who push each other on swings anymore.”
The speed of the swing increased with his leg pumping. “Oh.” He cleared his throat. “Right. Well, I just thought it would be fun to swing on it again.”
Fury. Damnation. Hell itself wouldn’t describe the way I wanted to push his swing off the tree track or whatever… “Well, it’s not fun. It’s not fun to swing or push or see you sitting out here.” I looked at my bedroom window. “Have you just been waiting for me to come out like some stalker?”
He lifted his eyebrows. “You look good, Mol.”
I didn’t respond.
He grinned. “Let’s try this again. I say ‘you look good.’ You say, ‘thank you, Kevin, you look amazing. What—do you do like one hundred push-ups a day? You look like it. Plus, I know you’re not a crazy stalker.”
I wanted to be anywhere except here.
“C’mon, you used to love it when I’d have conversations for us.”
I longed to chip more paint off my fingernails, but they were hidden in my gloves.
“What do you want?”
“I just want to know about you, what you’re doing?”
Before I could stop myself, I said. “Really? You want to know? Because I thought we ‘needed time.’” I air quoted and then hated myself. For showing myself.
This is one of the stories from...
Snow Valley, Montana, is a small community with the tradition of doing Christmas big. Festivities begin with tree lighting in the town square the day after Thanksgiving and continue until the culminating romantic Christmas Ball. From the Polar Express to a Winter Carnival, there’s something for every wonder-filled child—and every couple who’s in love—or about to be.
Christmas in Snow Valley is packed with six wonderful Christmas novellas sure to bring romance into your holiday season.
