The Fake Santa Apology Tour A Holiday Novella
Reviews
i don’t know how she does it, but she manages to captivate me in any story she tells.
for a novella, it felt complete and i didn’t left with the feeling as if something is missing.
the characters were as always so cool that you’d like to be their friend, the MCs chemistry and flirting was chef’s kiss and the amount of cuteness and warmth was overloaded in this book.
i couldn’t put it down and i couldn’t be any more happier with this book and i can say for sure that she’s a magician with everything she writes.
it was alright, nothing to crazy. It was good for a short book, definitely a bit quirky at times, lol.
I don’t think novellas are for me. I imagine nic being hot lol but the insta love trip just isn’t for me even if they did start as one sided enemies
This was cute but the premise was a teeny bit of a stretch. However, if you aren't too picky about things like that the characters are adorable, the spicy moments are hot, and the ending leaves you feeling warm and fuzzy. It's a great casual read during the holidays.
Highlights
“Should we really go in the front door if Dorothy is that strict?” I ask.
He grins. “Why? Do you want me to sneak in through your window instead? Maybe even the chimney?”
“Sounds unsafe,” I say. “And like we’d get in trouble.”
He tilts his head to the side, and I see it again in his crystal blue eyes: that twinkle. A genuine kind of thing.
“Do you avoid trouble?” he asks. Then he leans in, hands placed in his pockets, and his next words heat the shell of my ear as he whispers, “Or are you more of a bad girl?”
I, feeling on top of the world and high on him, say back, “I’m whatever you want me to be.”
“Then why are you also smiling?”
“Because a cute out-of-towner with freckles is flirting with me in my bar.” He leans in, voice deep and throaty once more. “And I’m a sucker for it. And maybe I wanna see you just a bit longer.”
“Sorry,” he says with a small shake of his head, his hard lines fading to a gentler expression. I don’t know which I prefer more: the face that is kind and sweet with more rounded features that say, ‘What do you want for Christmas, little girl?’ or the other with straight, harsh lines that make me wanna say, ‘You, Daddy.’
“Where have you been my whole life?” he asks me, and the words settle deep in my soul because I don’t know a way to tell him I’ve been wondering the same thing.
I bet I’m just getting slow food poisoning. Much more preferable than feelings.
I would say a man is my bartender, but no...I'd be wrong. It's him.
Again.
Santa Claus. But...he's insanely hot?
This must be some type of cruel joke by the universe.
My previous Santas were handsome, but even they didn't look like this. Not this hot-bartender Santa with massive biceps that look like he slings a burlap sack over his shoulder every day of every month instead of the fabled once a year. This man with ridges of abs I can partially peek at through his tight white tee.