No Christmas Like the Present by Sierra Donovan

More sappy holiday squee

  1. Also, I'm sneak-reading a contemp holiday novella (shut up) that's TOTALLY a future Hallmark movie and it's making me all warm and schmoozy.
  2. “Fred,” he said. “Fred Holliday.”
  3. Sometimes she seemed like a ball of consternation, a tangle of knots he yearned to unravel.
  4. This is the gooey holiday novella I'm reading  and it's only $1.99 and it's GLORIOUS and I'm not even done yet.
  5. Lindsay allowed her eyes to go slightly out of focus so that the tree was a soft blur of color. “There.” The gentle baritone voice caressed her ears, and Lindsay felt a rare contentment. She wasn’t sure where it came from, the man behind her or the tree in front of her, but it felt as if she could sit here, hour after hour, and still not a minute of time would pass. She was, she realized, completely in the present.
  6. “If they’re foolish enough to trust me anywhere near you,” he said, “they deserve whatever they get.” It sounded almost like a vow. “All I know is that I’m where I want to be, for as long as it lasts. And there are only four days left until Christmas.” Her voice quavered. “Four days is nothing.” “No, Lindsay.” The lighthearted look fled from his eyes. “It’s everything.”
  7. "What I want," he said, "is impossible. I'm not your future. I can't be." ALL THE FEELZ *falls over dead*
  8. “He’d better deserve you,” Fred said suddenly, his voice returning to nearly its normal tone. “Or I’m coming back next year. As a vengeful spirit. Yowling, clanking chains, the whole bit.”
  9. No, YOU'RE silently crying at your desk while sneak-reading a sappy Christmas story. *sniffle*
  10. "He was here. He was solid. He was real." *swoon* <thud>
  11. “You’ll regret this, you know. And you’ve got no one to blame but yourself.” “What do you mean?” “You’ve just agreed to spend the rest of your life with a man named Fred.”
  12. I am literally flapping my hands in front of my face to stop the happy tears. I AM A TOTAL SAP DON'T JUDGE ME.