The Christmas Wishing Tree by Emily March @SMPRomance

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THE CHRISTMAS WISHING TREE
An Eternity Springs Novel
Eternity Springs (Volume 6)
Emily March
St. Martin’s Paperbacks

Christmas Wishing Tree COVERSometimes life’s most magical journeys bring you back to where it all began…From USA Today bestselling author Emily March comes The Christmas Wishing Tree, an enchanting account of the magic and miracle of Christmas.

A man who loves adventure and the open sea, Devin Murphy returns for a short Christmas trip to his small hometown of Eternity Springs. Immersed in the joy and magic of the holiday season all around him, he doesn’t hesitate to play along when a young boy phones Santa to ask for a very special wish. Devin never guesses that a wrong number has the potential to make everything in his life so right.

Jenna Stockton adopted Reilly when he needed a mother and she intends to keep him safe. A small town across the country called Eternity Springs seems like a good place to hide from their past without any complications —until sexy Santa himself discovers her secrets. When Devin proposes a daring plan to face down the danger together and defeat it once and for all, she is tempted. Maybe Devin really is capable of making wishes come true? Perhaps in a Christmas wish they’ll both find the miracle they’ve been looking for all along…

A delightful Christmas novel in the New York Times bestselling Eternity Springs series.

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My Review

 

Rating : 4 Stars

This was a really sweet, tender romance with suspenseful elements. Jenna Stockton and her son Reilley have been moving constantly with their fifth wheel travel trailer. Jenna is being harassed and has received unsettling calls that scare her.  The nomadic lifestyle suits them, and what began as a flight has evolved into a way of life they enjoy. They have found a slot at Stardance Ranch and they hope they will be able to stay in Eternity Springs for a while. Devin Murphy has come home for the summer. And despite her best efforts, Jenna is not immune to Devin’s charm.

Part of what I enjoyed about this book is watching Jenna and Devin slowly but surely come to terms with their feelings for each other. There were a few angsty moments but other than that, this was a fun and romantic read.  It was truly heartwarming to see how Devin dealt with Jenna’s son, Reilley.

With them both being a little commitment shy, the path of true love didn’t run as smoothly as one could expect. To be honest, Devin made me a bit frustrated being a typical guy with commitment phobia. But meddling family members and friends helped make the romance even more enjoyable.

Many thanks to the publisher for my copy of this book!

Excerpt

NASHVILLE, TENNESSEE
Christmas carols played softly in the background. The scent of spiced cider perfumed the air.

Shoppers munched happily on gingerbread cookies and perused the bookshelves for that perfect gift.

Dr. Jenna Stockton imagined ripping the halo off the angel’s head and choking her with it.

Instead, she reached deep within herself for patience and managed to find a smile for the costumed character behind the bookstore counter.
“If I could speak with your manager, please?”
“She’s awfully busy.”

Jenna thought of the ridiculous length of her own to-do list as she fought to keep her smile from turning into a sneer.

“Yes, well, it’s that time of year, isn’t it? Your manager?”

The little angel gave a haughty sniff, and then said, “If you’ll step out of line, please?”
Without missing a beat, the angel turned a bright smile toward the woman waiting behind Jenna.

“I’m so sorry for this unfortunate delay, ma’am. I’ll be as quick as I possibly can.”
Jenna didn’t snarl like a rabid dog. She didn’t. She smiled at the woman behind her in line. Sweetly.

Without canines.

The woman and the four people behind her each gave Jenna an annoyed glower.
She gave them all a smile too,  then reached for the nearest book, which she pretended to read until the clerk returned,
accompanied by a fiftysomething woman dressed like an elf. The angel gestured toward Jenna and said,

“This is the one, Ms. Thomas.”
The elf spoke in a harried tone. “May I help you?”

“I hope so.” Especially considering that I went out of my way to support a local business rather than ordering online.

Jenna set down the paperback. “I placed a special order two weeks ago and someone
from this store called me last week to tell me it was in. However, your … angel … can’t find it in your computer system, so she insists I’m mistaken.”

“Do you have your receipt?”
“Not with me, no.”

“Well, if you’ll come back—”
“I don’t have time to come back. I ordered the books for an event that begins”—Jenna checked her watch
—“in forty-five minutes. I’d like you to check your stock room. My name is Jenna Stockton.”

“Ms. Stockton, I can’t—”
“I ordered thirty copies of New Adventures in the Christmas Angel Waiting Room.”
“Oh.” The manager pursed her lips. “Oh. I recall that order.”

“Good.”
Then the manager winced. Uh-oh. Maybe not so good. Jenna drew a deep, calming breath, then asked,
“If you will get it for me, please?”
“Oh dear.”
Jenna closed her eyes.

“I’m afraid we had some internal miscommunication. We sold out of our stock of that particular title and an employee unfortunately failed to notice the hold notice on your order. She put them on the shelf.”

“How many are left?”
“It’s a popular title,” the manager hedged.
Jenna leaned forward. “The books are for pediatric cancer patients at Children’s Hospital. The Christmas party is at four o’clock.”

“Oh dear,” the manager repeated. “Four o’clock you say?”
Jenna nodded curtly.
“I’ll call our distributor. If you can stop back by—”
“You’ll need to deliver them directly to the hospital. To the attention of Dr. Jenna Stockton.”

She removed a card from her purse and handed it to the manager. “Here’s the address.

Take them to the information desk in the lobby. I’ll tell the volunteers working there to expect them.”

“But we don’t have a delivery—”

Jenna folded her arms and gave the manager her best take-no-prisoners look.
“I’ll do my best to have them there by four, Dr. Stockton. I apologize for the inconvenience.

Now is there anything else I can help you with? I saw you looking at the new Liza Holcomb thriller.”

She picked up the book and handed it to Jenna. “It’s a fabulous book. Scariest stalker story I’ve read in years.”

Jenna quickly returned the book to the display table. A stalker story? That was all she needed.

No, thank you. All I need today is what I ordered. Thank you for the help. You have my phone number.

I trust if there is any further problem, you will give me an immediate call?”
“Yes. Of course.”

“Perfect. Merry Christmas, Ms. Thomas.”

“Merry Christmas to you too, Dr. Stockton.” The manager gave her a bright smile that didn’t quite hide the worry in her eyes.

Copyright © 2018 by Emily March in The Christmas Wishing Tree and reprinted with permission from St. Martin’s Paperbacks.

Author Bio:

Emily March is the New York Times, Publishers Weekly, and USA Today bestselling author of over thirty novels, including the critically acclaimed Eternity Springs series. Publishers Weekly calls March a “master of delightful banter,” and her heartwarming, emotionally charged stories have been named to Best of the Year lists by Publishers Weekly, Library Journal, and Romance Writers of America. A graduate of Texas A&M University, Emily is an avid fan of Aggie sports and her recipe for jalapeño relish has made her a tailgating legend.

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