Nestled into five beautiful acres just outside Hope Creek, Tennessee, Christmas Inn is an unforgettable place known for its joyful atmosphere and festive setting. Holiday decorations adorn each room. Trees glittering with ribbons and ornaments, gorgeous wreaths, velvet stockings and pine-scented candles brighten visitorsā stay at this vacation spot dedicated to Christmas all year, every year. The resort offers all the usual enticements plus one unique amenityā¦love. The little white chapel behind the inn, built by the Christmas family in the 1890s, boasts bell tower bells that toll when couples fall in love.
But Christmas Inn has fallen on hard times. The chapel bells havenāt rang for many years, and this Christmas may be the final celebration at the resortā¦unless love finds its way home.
Book 2
Blurb:
Stranded at Christmas. For food critic and TV personality Graham Forrester, that is definitely not part of the game plan. Heās on his way to North Carolina to celebrate the holidays with his family and take a hard look at his life. A sense of discontent is hot on his tail. The last thing he needs is to be trapped by a record-breaking snow storm in the backwater town of Hope Springs, Tennessee. To add insult to injury, heās stuck at a B&B so steeped in Christmas cheer it causes his teeth to ache.
IT expert Lydia Cutler is transplanting from Nashville toā¦wherever God chooses. Free spirited but searching for meaning, she has agreed to help her surrogate family reestablish Christmas Inn as a go-to resort for year-round Christmas joy. Bumping up the spirits of Graham-eneezer Scrooge becomes a captivating perk to her life at the Inn, however temporary.
From the moment they meet, the unexpected becomes the norm. An emergency at the Inn. A midnight kiss. The tolling of long-silent bells in a nearby chapel. Everything comes together to seal Graham and Lydiaās destiny, but will they find life answers that lead to love, happiness and Godās perfect plan?
Excerpt:
Women with dimples had always been Graham Forresterās weakness.
He pushed through the expansive, double-door entrance of Christmas Inn and stomped blackened slush from the surface of his boots, littering a wide plastic mat that featured a colorful Christmas tree and the words, āItās the Most Wonderful Time of the Year.ā
He gave an involuntary snort. āSeriously? No. Way.ā
Sure, his muttered condemnations stemmed from a jaded attitude more than anything else. After all, who wouldnāt be jaded after finding themselves stranded at the side of the road due to a broken down car, in the back-of-beyond, in who-knows-where Tennessee, at t-minus three weeks to Christmas? For now, all Graham wanted to do was land in bed, hunker in for the night, and start fresh in the morning by making a hasty exit.
And this Christmas Inn place the tow truck guy had recommended and driven him to? Honestly? The place was so full of Christmas cheer it made his teeth ache. Wonderful, indeed. But, all that noise aside, the lovely woman who occupied an office spot behind the reception area provided him with a welcome and warming distraction.
After all, there was just something about dimplesā¦
āExcuse me?ā Graham addressed the woman while he dropped his computer bag and oversized duffle on the floor at his feet. Dimples tossed him an inquiring look, and a smile. On the inside, he froze, and held, because, on top of those dimples, ohāwhat a smile.
āHi. Can I help you?ā
He regrouped on the fly. āYes, please. I donāt have a reservation, but I need a room for the night if thereās one available.ā
āSure. Letās get you settled in.ā She wheeled back in her chair and spun. āPaulina!ā
Graham focused on her legs as she maneuvered her seat. So, Dimples was petite. Petite, but sweet looking. Innocent and wispy. Looking at her, Graham pictured all things airy, pixyish. Warm moved rapidly toward very warm. For the first time in hours, he even cracked a smile and continued to enjoy the view as his hotel-helper returned to work.
āGood evening, sir, Iām Paulina Kovacs, manager of Christmas Inn. How can I help you?ā
Ambushed from his right by the arrival of a woman, dressed in full-on business attireāat way past business hours, Lord bless herāwith dark hair twisted into a roll at her neck. Paulina pushed the frames of her black-rimmed glasses to a higher perch on her nose and offered a welcoming smile.
āMy car broke down about a mile outside town and the gentleman who gave me a tow told me you might have a room available.ā
āAh, yes. Thatād be Tom Sanders. Heās a good man, and a top rate mechanic. Youāll be up and running in no time. Welcome to the inn, and donāt you worry about a thing. Weāll set matters right in the morning. I have a wonderful room available on the second floor that overlooks the courtyard. Unlike some resort-style B&Bās, it even has a private bath.ā
Graham stifled a shudder. A private bath. She spoke the words as though they were an amenity rather than a necessity. He covered fast with a trademark, camera-ready smile. Heād had a lot of practice at that latelyāfaking his way through things to avoid the growing mess of his life. Life worked better when you could move right along and dodge the bulletsāsort of like a high-stakes paintball tournamentā¦
āI appreciate your hospitality. The room sounds great.ā
āFollow me.ā Paulina gestured toward a curving stairwell while Graham retrieved his bags.
āTypically, this is our honeymoon suite, but I doubt any honeymooners will be straggling across the doorstep in this weather.ā
āHighly unlikely,ā he muttered, looking around as she led the way. āAhā¦donāt you need my credit card information, orā¦ā
āOh, no problem. Itās late, and Iām sure youāre tired. We can deal with that in the morning. Just check in with me then. Lydia, Iāll be right back. Thanks for manning the fort.ā
āNo problem.ā
So, Dimples had a name. Lydia. He rolled it around in his head a few times, and his smile went from manufactured to real.
My Review:
Being a celebrity isn't all it's packed up to be and Graham wants to get back to his roots. Finding himself stranded in a snow storm is the last thing he wants. Or is it? This is another sneak peek into Christmas Inn during that storm. A more captivating story you couldn't ask for.
Character Interview:
Tell us your name and a little bit about yourself? Hi, Clare. My name is Graham Forrester. By nature, Iām a foodie ā a television personality in Tennessee sharing my passion for great food and great restaurants via television cooking programs and reviews and restaurant visits that are posted in the local newspapers.
Tell us about where you live and why you choose to live there? I recently moved to Hope Springs, Tennessee from Nashville, and to be honest, I chose to live in Hope Springs because thatās where my heart livesāin the form of a lovely IT expert named Lydia Cutler.
What is a quirk of your personality that most people wouldn't know? Hmmā¦well, my defining characteristic is a passion for food, and feeding my friends and family. I love running a busy, bustling kitchen. A quirk that folks may not know about? I guess that would be a belief in Godās supernatural and material presence in this world. When you tune in to His presence, itās so easy to find Him! I believe in Godās angels.
Name something you would hate people to know about you. ::laughter:: That one is easy. My professional life has taught me to be ācamera readyā and always prepared, but the fact of the matter is, at the core of it all Iām a bundle of insecurity. Iām far more confident on-screen than I am in āreal life.ā
Tell us about your special lady. What makes her special? Lydia is a free-spirit, which is the opposite of my organized, meticulous nature. She embraces the moment, and that intrigued me from the start. She shook up my life and my goalsāmy perceptionsāand led me to a far happier place.
Pepsi or coke? Coke!
Tea or coffee? Coffeeāand lots of it. Especially first thing in the morningā¦
Roast dinner or burger and chips (fries for our US readers)? Thereās nothing like a roast dinner! My mom made them every Sunday and the smell filled our house all day. When time came to sit down and eat, the wait was more than worth itā¦meat that melted in your mouth coated by silky mashed potatoes is, to me, a perfect meal!
Classical music or pop? Too close to call. I like bothā¦really!
Bio:
Marianne Evans is an award-winning author of Christian romance and
fiction. Her hope is to spread the faith-affirming message of Godās love
through the stories He prompts her to create.
Readers laude her work as āRiveting,ā āRealistic and true to heart,ā āCompelling.ā
Her Christian womenās fiction debut, Devotion, earned the Booksellerās Best
Award as well as the Heart of Excellence Award. Hearts Communion earned a win for
Best Romance from the Christian Small Publisher's Association. She is also a
two-time recipient of the Selah Award for her books Then & Now and Finding
Home.
Her career began twenty years ago with the sale of three contemporary
romances to Kensington Publishing, but she felt led to leave the world of secĀĀular
romance behind in favor of writing that features a strong Christian world view.
She has now published nearly 25 books with Pelican Book Group.
Marianne is a lifelong resident of Michigan and an active member of Romance
Writers of America, most notably the Greater Detroit Chapter where she served
two terms as President. You can connect with Marianne at www.marianneevans.com.
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