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Do You Believe In Santa? by Sierra Donovan – Review, Excerpt + Giveaway @SierraDonovan1 @Tastybooktours

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Do You Believe In Santa? by Sierra Donovan – Review, Excerpt + Giveaway @SierraDonovan1 @TastybooktoursDo You Believe In Santa? on September 29, 2015
Pages: 312
Format: Paperback
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Miracles don’t just happen on 34th Street. They can happen right in your living room—if you’re willing to believe...

What grown woman claims to have seen Santa Claus? Mandy Reese, for one—on a very special Christmas Eve when she was eight years old. These days, Mandy works at a year-round Christmas store in Tall Pine, California, where customers love to hear about her childhood encounter with Saint Nick. But when Jake Wyndham arrives in town—charming, gorgeous, extremely practical—Mandy faces a dilemma. Deny what she saw, or let Jake think she’s sugarplum crazy?

Jake scouts hotel locations all over the country, but he’s never met anyone quite like Mandy before. Her warmth and sparkle are irresistible, but…meeting Santa? Really? Jake’s no Scrooge but he’s definitely skeptical. Then again, there are all kinds of things Jake never experienced until he came to Tall Pine. Like autumn snow. Mind blowing kisses. And the magic of falling head-over-heels, madly in love...


Excerpt #1

When Mandy Reese was eight years old, she saw Santa Claus.

She slipped out of her room on Christmas Eve after her mother went to bed. As Mandy tiptoed down the hall, trying to be silent, she thought of the poem: Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse…

The Christmas tree was still lit up in the living room, as if it, too, were waiting. The nighttime cold of the house bit through her flannel nightgown, and Mandy wished she’d grabbed her robe and slippers. But she didn’t want to risk going back down the hall and waking her mother. So she pulled a heavy blanket down from the back of the sofa and curled up under it. She laid her head on the arm of the couch to get a good view of the tree at the end of the room near her head, and the fireplace at the other end, down by her feet.

Barely daring to breathe, she waited.

The lights from the tree were bright enough to show the time on the clock over the mantel: almost eleven-thirty. Mandy’s vigilant eyes drifted from the fireplace to the tree and back. She knew there was no way she’d fall asleep.

But it felt as if some time had passed when something made her sit up.

The only light in the room still came from the tree, yet somehow it seemed brighter in here. Her eyes darted to the fireplace. And he was there.

He did wear a red suit, although it was a darker red than she’d seen on the Santas at the store—the ones she’d always been told were just helpers for the real Santa. His beard was full and white, his eyebrows were bushy, and his eyes were blue. Not quite twinkly, a little more serious than that, but warm and friendly as they met hers. She’d heard that watching for Santa could make him pass you by, but that hint of a glimmer in his eye told her she wasn’t in trouble.

Mandy opened her mouth to speak, but she couldn’t think of a single word to say. The whole room felt hushed, as if time were standing still.

She couldn’t be dreaming because her heart was beating so fast. But she remembered to pinch her forearm, hard, just to be sure. It hurt, all right.

He took a step backward, toward the chimney, and raised a black-gloved finger. At first Mandy thought he was going to put it to his lips, signaling her to be quiet. But he rested it alongside his nose, just like the poem, and nodded.

The room brightened, and Mandy had to shut her eyes against the glare.

When she opened them, the light in the room had returned to the normal Christmas-tree glow, and he was gone. She heard the clock on the mantel ticking; she didn’t remember hearing the sound while Santa was in the room. The hands showed it was just after midnight, although she knew for certain she hadn’t heard it chime.

She pinched her arm again. Once again, it hurt. When she looked down, she saw a small red mark forming right next to the spot she was pinching now.

Under the tree, she couldn’t see any difference in the number of presents. But she remembered what her mother always told her: Santa Claus was about more than presents.

“I saw him,” she whispered.


bookreview
Do You Believe In Santa? by Sierra Donovan is a Christmas contemporary romance set in Tall Pine, California and is the first book in the Evergreen Lane series. Mandy Reese works in The North Pole Christmas store on Evergreen Lane. Mandy has dealt with some ridicule throughout her life, after saying she saw Santa Claus and still believes in him even as an adult.

Mandy is working when an out-of-town visitor stops in to The North Pole. Jake Wyndham is in Tall Pine on business. He works for Regal Hotels and he is hoping to open a hotel in Tall Pine. The only problem is that Tall Pine doesn’t let chain businesses in their town, so Jake has his work cut out from him.

I really loved this story! This was the perfect grown-up Christmas story. I absolutely loved my visit to Tall Pine. It was a joy to watch Mandy and Jake’s relationship develop. I didn’t want the story to end. This was a delightful holiday story and perfect for this time of year – though I would relish a visit to Evergreen Lane in Tall Pine any time of the year. If you are wanting to read a heartwarming love story (that would make a great TV movie!) I highly recommend Do You Believe In Santa? by Sierra Donovan. This one gets 5 stars from me. 🙂

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Rating Report
Plot
five-stars
Characters
five-stars
Writing
five-stars
Pacing
five-stars
Cover
five-stars
Overall: five-stars

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