Kyle Miller
is a best-selling author of children’s mysteries. For the first time in his
career, he has writer’s block. Nothing is more important to him than his
writing career, and he hates Christmas. He is the Grinch of Christmas Street
(this is the actual name of the street he lives – dumb, huh?)
Then, one
day, a snowman gives him an idea for his story. Incidentally, he ends up
destroying it, not knowing that it belonged to his attractive, new neighbor.
Lexi couldn’t believe that she lived next door to Kyle Miller, her kids’
favorite author. She also didn’t realize how rude he could be. Yes, he was also
handsome, but she doesn’t need another man. She should stick with her mantra:
“Safe, secure, and single.”
If Lexi was
the new Martha Stewart, then you don’t want her anywhere near your house on
holidays. She’d make everything into a decoration. I don’t know why Kyle let
her talk him into it. And $500 for Christmas decorations!? Are you kidding me?
And all for a woman? Could Kyle be any stupid?
And Lexi thinking
she can “bring a family together at Christmas”? Phooey!
Overall,
this was a nice, clean romance. It was like any Hallmark movie special…at
Christmas. Bah, Humbug!
My rating: 2 stars
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