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Perfect Christmas Gifts for Romance Lovers 📚🎄

Written by: Laura

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Time to read 24 min

As the festive season approaches, there's nothing like snuggling up with a good book, especially when there's a chill in the air and love stories to warm our hearts. For those of us who cherish romance, the comfort of a love rediscovered, or the magic of falling in love during the holidays, we have a treasure trove of romance novels just waiting to be discovered! And with Christmas coming, if you're on the hunt for the ideal gift for that special someone, look no further. Here are 11 romance novels that will surely make any romantic's heart flutter!

1. The Christmas Love Letters by Sue Moorcroft 💌

In the picturesque village of Nelson's Bar, Maddy and her husband Adey once enjoyed the serene rhythms of life— that was until a blazing row sent Adey out into a blizzard, with no sign of him since. When six years later a dashing stranger named Raff enters the scene bearing age-old love letters, emotions are set in a whirlwind. The Christmas Love Letters isn't just a story about reignited passions; it's a testament to the transformative power of love, family, and the profound impact words can have on our lives. Maddy's journey reminds us that sometimes, our past isn't as far behind as we think, and unexpected moments can shape our future.


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"The present day

 

As the early November wind blew Maddy Cracey along the cliff path from High Cottage that Friday morning it was hard for her not to think of her fair-haired, grey-eyed husband, with his naughty grin and capricious ways. Eyes drawn to the tossing sea, for the millionth time she sent out her thoughts to him: Adey, where are you? What happened that night? Adey Austen had done a vanishing act one snowy December night nearly seven years ago, and since then, Maddy’s life had been defined by a secret and a lie.

 

The secret? Maddy hadn’t told Adey she was pregnant. Pulling up her collar against the chill, she ticked the reasons off in her mind. He’d been thrown for a loop by their financial mess. The pregnancy wasn’t planned and, the last time she’d raised the subject he’d declared himself unready for kids. And maybe it had been pregnancy hormones making her distrustful, but a suspicion that he might have suggested abortion had nagged at her. Now that Lyla was a laughing, lively six-year-old and the centre of Maddy’s world, she felt guilty for ever having thought that of him. But she did wonder if he’d somehow sensed the new responsibility looming.

 

The lie, she thought, as she turned off the cliff path towards home, might more accurately be called ‘other people’s expectations’. The village had thought her frozen with fear at her husband’s disappearance. In fact, as she’d stood watching police dogs comb the cliff path while a helicopter quartered the wintry sea, Maddy had been furious.

 

Fun and feckless Adey, harm himself? She didn’t believe it.

 

Blowing off the cliff in a blizzard when Adey had known the dangers of the cliff path all his life? Possible, but not probable.

 

Adey leaving Maddy to face their debts and disaster alone …? Yes. That felt right. They’d been together since senior school and only one of them had ever grown up – Maddy."

2. The Christmas Book Club by Sarah Morgan 📚

Every Christmas, three friends —Erica, Claudia, and Anna—reconnect for their annual book club holiday in The Christmas Book Club. But their bond, whilst woven through years of friendship and a shared love of stories, hides the weight of untold secrets. Set against the cosy backdrop of the Maple Sugar Inn, Hattie plays the ever-gracious host, striving to make holiday wishes come true. But this Christmas, all she wants is to survive the season. And as the week progresses and Hattie comes to realise her story is deeply intertwined with the lives of the three women she’s hosting, we’re promised surprising revelations. At the heart of it all lies the question: is this the end of their book club's tale, or the beginning of another chapter?


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"“Maple Sugar Inn, how may I help you?” Hattie answered the phone with a smile on her face because she’d discovered that it was impossible to sound defeated, moody or close to tears when you were smiling, and currently she was all those things.

 

“I’ve been planning a trip to Vermont in winter for years and then I spotted pictures of your inn on social media,” a woman gushed, “and it looks so cozy and welcoming. The type of place you can’t help but relax.”

 

It’s an illusion, Hattie thought. There was no relaxation to be had here; not for her, at any rate. Her head throbbed and her eyes pricked following another night without sleep. The head housekeeper was threatening to walk out and the executive chef had been late two nights running and she was worried tonight might be the third, which would be a disaster because they were fully booked. Chef Tucker had earned their restaurant that coveted star, and his confit of duck had been known to induce moans of ecstasy from diners, but there were days when Hattie would have traded that star for a chef with a more even temperament. His temper was so hot she sometimes wondered why he bothered switching on the grill. He could have yelled at the duck and it would have been thoroughly singed in the flames of his anger. He was being disrespectful and taking advantage of her. Hattie knew that, and she also knew she should probably fire him but Brent had chosen him, and firing him would have severed another thread from the past. Also, conflict drained her energy and right now she didn’t have enough of that to go around. It was simpler to placate him.

 

“I’m glad you’re impressed,” she said to the woman on the phone. “Can I make a reservation for you?”

 

“I hope so, but I’m very particular about the room. Can I tell you what I need?”

 

“Of course.” Bracing herself for a long and unachievable wish list, Hattie resisted the temptation to smack her forehead onto the desk. Instead, she reached for a pad of paper and pen that was always handy. “Go ahead.”

 

How bad could it be? A woman the week before had wanted to know if she could bring her pet rat with her on vacation—answer: no!—and a man the week before that had demanded that she turn down the sound of the river that ran outside his bedroom window because it was keeping him awake.

 

She went above and beyond in her attempts to satisfy the whims of guests but there were limits."

3. Falling Hard for the Royal Guard by Megan Clawson 💂‍♂️

In the heart of twenty-first-century London, Maggie Moore gazes out from the Tower of London, yearning for that storybook romance. But instead of charming knights, she's swiping left on Tinder... Navigating the maze of contemporary dating, she finds herself drawn to Freddie, the stoic Royal Guard, and the one man who's trained to avoid distractions. With cheeky encounters, missed connections, and an ever-present sense of regal whimsy, Falling Hard for the Royal Guard is a delightful dance of modern love with a royal twist.


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The sun always leaves the East Casemates first. It gets swallowed up by the western side of the White Tower, locked in its dungeon and liberated at dawn to the sound of the ravens’ cries. To move through the castle at this time is to be undisturbed. Residents hide at the hearths of their fires and don’t bother to distinguish between passer-by and wandering spirit. There is little difference anyway.

 

I wander the south lawn alone, the dew-soaked strands of grass slip between my bare toes and around my ankles as I glide freely under the moonlight. Standing in her shadow, I drink in the glowing stone of the White Tower and lose myself in the shadowed arches of the windows as the twilight breeze pushes me further towards her.

 

Only the sound of soft laughter disturbs me. I whip around, my damp red hair cloaking my face in the motion. But I see no one, I feel no one. The sound crescendos until it becomes abusive, only growing louder, more animated as I begin to squirm.

 

Laugh, lick, laugh, lick.

 

I open my eyes with a start, before quickly clamping them shut again as the bright sunlight claws abusively at my vision from the window."

4. Think of Me by Frances Liardet 💔

James Acton settles into the quiet village of Upton, seeking solace and a fresh start after the war's turbulent years and the death of his precious yet enigmatic wife Yvette. But as he steps into his role as the local vicar, James delves deeper into the fabric of the village and its stories, where he discovers that some secrets aren't buried as deeply as others. As he follows a trail that sparks reminders of his marriage, James realises that Yvette kept secrets too, and what he discovers about them both could change everything… Forced to confront the realities of his past, Think of Me is a moving story of love, remembrance and the ties that bind, set against a backdrop of post-war healing.


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July 1974, England

 

‘There’s only one remaining question, Mr Acton.’

 

The man who has been interrogating me leans forward with his heavy arms on his knees, big boxer’s knuckles on fingers strictly interlinked. As if each hand has been detailed to keep the other out of mischief.

 

‘Which is?’

 

‘Whether you’ll go out of your mind.’

 

His tongue appears too large for his mouth, it lumbers from side to side as he speaks, getting in the way of, rather than forming, his words. A man trying to articulate through a mouthful of flannel. When he finishes, the tongue hangs over his bottom teeth, just inside a slack lower lip. His name is Frobisher.

 

‘Go out of my mind? Why?’

 

I’m slow on the uptake, having been rather mesmerised by Frobisher, his way of speaking, the bulkiness of his limbs. It comes to me that this man, despite his somewhat distracting appearance, has had years of training in winkling out harboured information. He can probably, like a police dog at Customs, simply smell it.

 

‘Why do you think?’ Frobisher chortles. ‘Boredom, man! Look at you, you were an RAF pilot. A prisoner of war.’

 

‘That was thirty-odd years ago!’ I can’t disguise my astonishment. ‘It’s hardly relevant now.’

 

‘I beg to disagree.’ He rocks back in his seat, enjoying himself. ‘I’ve seen so many like you. You’re one of a whole generation, all ex-services, who signed up for the priesthood at the end of the war, and what were you doing? Arming yourselves to fight another good fight. Think of theological college – all that cold water and discipline and ardent celibacy. Certain similarities to a military training camp, no?’

 

He’s not wrong: both places featured, in varying proportions, muddy cross-country runs and prayer. The prayers shorter and more fervent in the field of battle than in the pew.

 

‘Actually, Archdeacon, I was ordained before the war. And by the end of 1945 I was married.’

 

‘Of course you were. Girl you met in Egypt, I believe?’

 

His beady little eyes track over me. He doesn’t ‘believe’: he’s learned my file by heart, memorisation being a tool of our trade, and so he’s simply prodding me now. I can’t think of anything I want to say about Yvette. Not now, not to him."

5. Nick and Charlie by Alice Oseman 👬

When the world sees Nick and Charlie, they see an unbreakable bond, a love story written in the stars. But as the daunting shadow of university looms, the pair grapple with the reality of growing up and growing apart. With each passing day, the question becomes louder: Can their love endure the distance? Perfect for Heartstopper fans, Alice Oseman crafts a heartfelt narrative about young love's fragility and strength in Nick and Charlie, capturing the raw emotions, doubts and hopes that come with saying goodbye to your high school sweetheart.


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As Head Boy of Truham Grammar School, I’ve done many things. I got drunk on the wine at parents’ evening. I’ve been photographed with the mayor three times. I once accidentally made a Year 7 cry.

 

But none of that was quite as bad as having to stop everyone in Year 13 from enjoying their final day of school, which is what our head teacher, Mr Shannon, is trying to make me do right now.

 

It’s probably worth mentioning that my boyfriend of two years, Nick Nelson, is one of those Year 13s.

 

‘You don’t mind, do you?’ Mr Shannon leans on the common-room table where I’m supposed to be revising for my exams but am actually watching Mac DeMarco concerts on my phone. ‘It’s all got a bit out of hand and I think they’d be more likely to listen to you than me, if you see what I mean.’

 

‘Erm …’ I shoot a look at my friend Tao Xu who’s sitting next to me eating a packet of Galaxy Minstrels. He raises his eyebrows at me as if to say, ‘Sucks to be you’.

 

I don’t really want to say yes.

 

Year 13’s final day of school is High School Musical themed. They’ve hung a giant ‘East High’ sign over the Truham one at the school gate. They’ve been playing the soundtrack on classroom computers, so wherever you are in the school you can hear a High School Musical song playing from somewhere, but you’re never quite sure where. They participated in a ‘What Time Is It’ flash mob on the football field at breaktime. And they have all turned up to school either in red basketball outfits or cheerleader outfits. Disappointingly, Nick went for basketballer.

 

To top it all off, on a non-HSM-related note, they’ve built a fort out of cardboard boxes on the tennis courts and are having a barbeque inside it.

 

‘I just want them to put the barbeque out,’ says Shannon, obviously detecting how reluctant I am to walk into a box fort of one hundred and fifty people older than me and tell them to stop having fun. ‘You know. Health and safety stuff. If someone gets burnt, I’ll be the one dealing with angry parents.’

 

He chuckles. Mr Shannon has come to trust me completely over the several months I have been Head Boy. This is hilarious because I rarely do anything he tells me to do."

6. The Christmas Wish by Lindsey Kelk ✨

Imagine reliving the magic of Christmas... Every. Single. Day.  That’s exactly what happens to newly single lawyer Gwen Baker in The Christmas Wish, when she finds herself trapped in a snowy Groundhog Day, caught in a yuletide loop with each rewind offering another chance with her teenage crush, Dev. But how do you fall in love with someone who can’t remember you from one day to the next? Lindsey Kelk beautifully captures the nuances of rediscovered love, blending humour, nostalgia, and festive cheer into a heart-warming and joyous read this Christmas.


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Bundled up against the cold, I stood outside my flat, waiting, until an ancient Volvo rolled around the corner, Mariah Carey’s whistle tones filling the formerly quiet street. Shaking my head, I smiled as the car stuttered to a stop in front of me and the tinted driver’s side window rolled down slowly to reveal the cheerful face of my cousin, resplendent in a pair of fluffy reindeer antlers. It was Christmas Eve.

 

‘Ho, ho, ho, Gwen Baker! Have you been a good girl this year?’ Manny asked in a deep and booming voice. He watched as I walked over to the car, struggling with my little suitcase and the several bags full of gifts hanging from my arms, making absolutely no move to help.

 

‘Depends who you ask. What about you?’

 

‘Depends on your definition of “good”.’ He reached over his seat to open the back passenger door. ‘You’ll have to chuck your stuff in here. I can’t open the boot without the key and if I turn the engine off, it might never start again.’

 

I heaved everything into the car, filling the empty back seat with my precious cargo. ‘I feel like I’m going to regret asking this, but where are your presents? Please don’t tell me we’ve got to stop at the twenty-four-hour Tesco to do your Christmas shopping? Again?’

 

As usual, Manny was one step ahead of me. He patted the left-chest pocket of his jacket and grinned. ‘Oh, ye of little faith. I’ve cracked it this year, everyone’s getting Amazon gift cards.’

 

Slamming the back door, I climbed into the passenger seat and stared at him through a damp tangle of red-brown hair. ‘Everyone? You’re giving the kids gift cards?’

 

‘Yes.’ Manny’s grin dissolved into a dismissive frown. ‘Don’t look at me like that, they’re awful kids anyway. You ready to go?’

 

‘Not in the slightest,’ I replied as he gunned the engine.

 

‘No sleep till Baslow!’ He raised one fist in the air as we pulled out into traffic, only to be immediately stalled by a red light, both of us straining against our seatbelts when he slammed his foot on the brake.

 

‘Sorry. Only legally required stops till Baslow!’

 

‘I’ll be impressed if we make it there at all,’ I whispered as the light changed and we sped off into the night.

 

‘I cannot wait to get home,’ Manny declared once we were safely on the motorway and following what felt like half the country up north, headlights to tail lights all the way home. ‘This year has been a bear and not the good, sexy kind. I thought Christmas was never going to come. On a scale of one to Elf, how giddy are you?’

 

He held his hand out for a sweet, more interested in a sugar fix than my answer. This was our deal, Manny drove and I was in charge of the CD player and the tin of Quality Street, two very important jobs and both of them just about within my capabilities. I pulled out a Toffee Penny and put it right back. Manny was soft centres and nut-based truffles only. I got first dibs on the fudge, Dad got the hard toffees and Mum liked the big purple ones, a statement that caused no end of entertainment after a couple of Christmas brandies. My sister, Cerys, didn’t like sweets. My sister, Cerys, was a monster.

 

‘I’m trying,’ I said as I passed him a Strawberry Delight. ‘I just don’t know if I’m in the mood for it.’

 

‘Not in the mood for what?’

 

‘Oh, you know. Christmas.’"

7. The Runaway Bride by Felicity York 👰

In the elegant tapestry of 1826, where reputation is everything, Ellen Turner's elopement with scoundrel Edward Wakefield sends shockwaves through society. As whispers of scandal permeate drawing rooms, this tale of passion and defiance takes us on a thrilling chase from Gretna Green to Dover's port. Inspired by the real-life escapades that once rocked Lyme Park, Felicity York masterfully weaves fact with fiction in The Runaway Bride, delivering a captivating narrative that's just the beginning of the Stately Scandals series. Dive deep into this enthralling world, where bold ladies risk their reputations in pursuit of love and freedom.


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Tuesday, 7th March 1826, Shrigley Hall, Cheshire - William

William Turner stepped out of his carriage, weary and cramped from the overnight journey from London, but brimming with good humour.

Today, nothing could shake his sense of optimism. He had never considered himself a man given to bouts of self-satisfaction – he’d always been too busy – but as he looked at his home, the newly remodelled Shrigley Hall, he felt it deep inside. A sense of not only confidence but rightness, which buoyed his mood further. He sucked in a lungful of the reviving country air and nodded to his approaching butler.

 

‘Ackroyd! How go things? Is my good lady wife at large?’

 

The man bowed. ‘Welcome home, sir. Mrs Turner awaits you in her parlour, with your brother and Miss Davis.’

 

‘Good, good, good.’ William grinned as he strode out beside Ackroyd, the gravel crunching lightly beneath their feet. Miss Frances Davis was the former pastor’s daughter, and she and Jane seemed to get along famously. ‘They have been keeping her company, no doubt?’

 

Ackroyd smiled back and nodded. ‘Indeed they have, but I should warn you, sir, there has been much planning and excitement in your absence. The work on the interior of the house continues at significant pace, and things might not be as … organised as they ought for your return.’

 

‘Just as well, my dear Ackroyd. One must expect a certain amount of upheaval if the place is to be fit for our imminent celebrations.’

 

Ackroyd’s smile widened with a hint of relief. ‘Indeed, sir.’

 

William ran lightly up the stairs to the grand portico and bounded inside. He might be in his fiftieth year, but he still considered himself in his prime.

 

Renovations to Shrigley Hall were almost complete, and the money he had committed to the project had wrought substantial benefits. One of which, to his wife’s delight, was that many now compared it favourably to its close neighbour, Lyme Park. His heart swelled as he thought of Jane’s pride in the house, which had every modern comfort she could wish for. It swelled too at her pride in him – she’d married a poor lad from Blackburn, and now here her husband was, High Sheriff of Cheshire. Three months since his investiture, and he’d been privately celebrating that fact daily. But once the house was truly immaculate, the family would hold a grand celebratory gathering that would confirm their place, finally, in the upper echelons of respectable Cheshire society. Now that would be the feather in his cap. It would make all his years of hard grind, of building his empire, worth it."

8. One Christmas Morning by Rachel Greenlaw ❄

When Eva wakes up one Christmas morning in a body that’s not her own, she finds herself in a perplexing loop, as she’s forced to live Christmas Day through the perspectives of those closest to her. As the day unveils hidden truths and buried emotions, it paints a poignant picture of the distance grown between her and her soulmate, James. Will Eva's repeated Christmases provide clarity and a bridge back to love, or will they highlight the chasms that have widened over the years? Rachel Greenlaw crafts a heart-warming tale that delves into the intricacies of relationships and the power of understanding in One Christmas Morning, a romance with a twist.


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I am surrounded by cardboard boxes. There are piles of them, heaped up all around me in an arc on the newly laid, slightly dusty shop floor. And all I can do is close my eyes, lean back against them and wish I could wind time forward. A week would do. Maybe a fortnight. Then all the items in these boxes would be arranged on the shelves, scattered artfully across the middle tables and customers would be wandering in and out, arms piled high with throws and candle holders. I allow that image to sink in for a moment.

 

Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do so a dream becomes real? Visualise it?

 

But it’s not long before the cold seeps in through my jeans and I throw myself forward with a sigh. It’s five days before we open. Five days before my dream becomes a reality, and all I feel is hot, stifling panic. My phone rings and I force myself to get up, hurriedly rustling through the open boxes, turning in a circle on the heels of my perfectly white trainers. There. It’s on the new counter. I lunge for it, swiping it open as I catch the name.

 

‘James?’

 

‘I got the Thai. They didn’t have the beef massaman, so I got chicken instead. Should be another…’ his tinny voice slips away and I picture him shaking back his sleeve, checking his watch, ‘twenty minutes?’

 

‘James, the thing is… I…’ My words stick in my throat, excuses glued to the roof of my mouth.

 

There is a pause, a beat of silence. ‘You forgot, didn’t you?’

 

A wash of shame fills my chest and I close my eyes. We were meant to get a takeaway tonight. Just me and him, alone in our flat so we could catch up, refuel. Have a date night like an actual husband and wife, like we used to. But of course, I forgot. As I got the last load of scent diffusers on the shelves for the launch, another arrived, then Diana called to say there was a delay with the printed paper bags… then suddenly it was dark outside and all I could do was sit on the floor. Just sit and stare at nothing, my mind filling with a tiredness that sleep can’t cure.

 

I clear my throat. ‘I’ll be back in an hour. Give me an hour and I’ll get all this put away in the stockroom. I can pop back in afterwards, after we’ve had dinner—’

 

‘Eva…’

 

‘What?’

 

He huffs an exasperated breath. ‘I can keep it warm in the oven. Don’t get back too late, yeah?’

 

‘James, I’m sor—’

 

But the line has already gone dead."

9. Every Day in December by Kitty Wilson 💑

In Every Day in December Belle, an optimist about the magic December can bring, and Rory, haunted by a past winter's memory, find their paths crossing in a dance of fate and fortune. Kitty Wilson weaves a captivating narrative that challenges the very essence of time and love in her latest book. And as the clock ticks down to the New Year, one is left asking - can 31 days, filled with chance encounters and shared moments, truly hold the power to forge an everlasting bond?


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New Year’s Eve. Five years ago - Belle

 

I roll my eyes but stay silent as Luisa rants about how I need to grow up and look for a person who will respect me – instead of constantly sleeping with Lost Boys, who contribute nothing and make my car smell bad.

 

But truth is, she may have a point. The car smells heinous and I do deliberately pick the most god-awful men that I have no intention of committing to. I know my experience of relationships is not to be relied upon – she is definitely the one winning at life – and today she can say anything she wants and I’ll happily suck it up, but ouch.

 

‘Oh Jesus!’ She bends over, reaching out with her hands, and grabs the dashboard as she does so. That’s definitely four minutes since the last contraction. She nods her head up and down as she breathes in and out, swear words falling over themselves in a hurry to get out of her mouth, in between the panting and the life advice.

 

My best friend is the picture of the perfect wife – she asked for (and received) pearls on her birthday and Boden is very much on her bookmarks tab but my God, she can curse. She is turning the air blue around us. I expect we’ll be flagged down by Environmental Health any minute now. And whilst I am dressed head-to-toe in the hospice shop’s finest, she is currently wearing a pale pink cardigan, and a grey and pink frou-frou maternity skirt that is pushed out with the merest hint of netting. We know who will be blamed for disturbing the peace."

10. Confessions of a Christmasholic by Joss Wood 🎄

Experience the season's delight in Confessions of a Christmasholic, a romantic comedy where the spirit of Christmas is tested in the most humorous of clashes. Sutton Alsop hates Christmas with such a passion, that she finds herself drunkenly destroying every fairy light, fake reindeer and candy cane on Gus Langston’s newly decorated home. What she doesn’t realise is that Gus is not just a local resident, but owner of the village’s year-round Christmas shop – aka Mr Christmas himself. When post-calamity the two find themselves forced together, an unanticipated chemistry simmers, promising to thaw even the chilliest of sentiments. Revel in a tale of folly where heartfelt warmth transforms the greatest of sceptics, and festive cheer is extended to all.


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‘I love you, you love meeeeee…’

 

Sutton Alsop couldn’t remember the next line to the song she’d sing to her younger half-siblings and wrinkled her nose. Given she’d belted it out about a million times, it should be burned on her mental hard drive. Maybe if she tried again. ‘I love you, you love me…’

 

Nope, nothing. She couldn’t retrieve it. But if one’s brain only had space for x amount of data, she didn’t mind sending the song to her mental recycle bin. God bless the purple dinosaur, but if she never heard it again, it would be too soon.

 

Fascinated by the fluffy snowflakes, snow wasn’t big in Africa, Sutton tried to capture one on her tongue but her aim, thanks to numerous shots of tequila – four? Maybe five? – she missed and the snowflake drifted past and fell to the ground, where it instantly melted. Aw…bye, beautiful snowflake.

 

Sutton adjusted the straps of her bulging backpack. It seemed a lot heavier now she was drunk than when she was sober. Her boots had also acquired steel soles and her coat was lined with lead. God, she was tired. Cold, drunk, tired and broke…she’d hit the trifecta. No, a trifecta in a horse race was three, and a superfecta was four selections. Huh, so she had learned something from her ramblin’, gamblin’ stepdad. Either way, she was four for four.

 

Where was Jason’s uncle’s house? It felt like she’d been walking for hours, and miles. All she wanted was a bed, even a couch would do, and a tall glass of water to dilute the felony juice swishing in her stomach. Free booze was always dangerous, she knew two shots were her limit. Bad girl.

 

Sutton squinted at the steep hill and saw blazing lights in the distance. Was that a landing strip for a spaceship or laser show? Either would be cool. She peered through the trees, and it took her a while to realise it was just a house covered in Christmas lights. No, covered was the wrong word, smothered was better. Damn, she was pretty sure the place could be seen from space."

11. The Complete Christmas Collection 2023 from Mills & Boon 🎁

Mills & Boon's Complete Christmas Collection has arrived, and it's packed with over 40 binge-worthy romance stories across 15 books. If you love passionate encounters under the mistletoe, heart-warming festive romances and gorgeous heroes to sweep you off your feet, you'll love this bumper collection. From forbidden love to enemies-to-lovers, second-chance romance to marriage of convenience, Mills & Boon have the perfect romance for you this Christmas.


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November 1822—Porth Karrek, Cornwall

 

It was still dark when Emily Faulkner left her rented cottage on the estates of Karrek House, which sat on a bluff headland above the small fishing port after which it was named, the high cliffs and narrow entrance providing a safe harbour from the rough Cornish seas. Last night’s sky had offered the prospect of a brief respite from the winter storms which had been raging interminably, and she was eager to take advantage of any break in the weather. She hated these bleak winter days which kept her indoors and restricted her ability to work, since the intricate nature of the tasks involved in producing her only source of income required natural light.

 

The permanently lowering skies which had so far defined November were one of the many aspects of life in Cornwall she hadn’t anticipated when she’d fled here, back in April. Yet Porth Karrek was an ideal bolthole. Snuggled into a small inlet on the rugged south Cornwall coast, about four miles from the larger port of Penzance and a day’s travel from Truro, the regional capital, it was a world away from London. The perfect place to disappear from view, which was what she had craved."

Whether you're shopping for a friend, family member, or just treating yourself, these titles are sure to bring joy and love this season. Happy reading and Merry Christmas! 🎄❤️📚