There's nothing quite like a Christmas anthology to get me into the mood for a white Christmas, and these three short novels did just that. As listed, they rated 3, 4, and 5 stars, respectively, and that became a 4-star average.
The first story is by Diana Palmer, Once There Was a Lawman. The lawman in question is Thomas, an FBI agent, only in Raven Springs, Colorado, searching for the person who kidnapped a young girl, and although the ransom was paid, left her to freeze to death in an empty cabin. Staying at the only motel in town, he parks in an adjacent driveway, which is how he meets Annalisa--it's her driveway, it's almost 11:00 p.m., and she needs him to move his car so she can get to work. He teases the younger woman about being a pole dancer--rather inappropriate, I must say. He's the typical Diana Palmer, cookie-cutter hero--tall, black hair, dark eyes, and with the usual forest full of dark chest hair. He's also more than a decade older than her heroine. Thankfully, he's not verbally abusive to Annalisa (many of Ms. Palmer's previous heroes have been), and also, thankfully, this story is not set in Texas, and I'll admit to not missing the usual Texas history lesson or an update on the entire cast of every novel of hers set in Jacobsville, Texas. Instead we have an interesting whodunit, and Thomas has a change of heart about small towns, as well as the younger Annalisa, all of which leads to an HEA ending. Not a great read, but a rather pleasant one. 3 stars.
The second short novel is Christmas Creek Cowboy by Delores Fossen, a truly enjoyable, quirky, and sometimes funny read set in Christmas Creek, Texas, where Calen Jameson is sheriff. He now hates Christmas because one year earlier, he walked in on his half-naked fianceé having sex with the mayor, who was dressed as Santa Claus. He commiserates with his best friend's younger sister, Emmy, who was engaged to Owen, the cheating mayor in question, and who, after Calen's father died, bought the house belonging to Calen's father. While searching the attic for Christmas decorations, Emmy discovers years-old bags of undelivered Christmas cards, letters and packages, and that discovery leads to some really interesting developments, revelations, an HEA ending, and this short novel was an absolute joy to read. 4 stars.
The third, and longest of the three short novels is Coming Home for Christmas by Kate Pearce. Her heroine, Lucy, runs her late grandmother's B&B in the small town of Quincy, in northern California, where she was born and raised. This is her first year running the B&B, and she's missing her gran's presence. It's been less than a year since the older woman's death, and Lucy is struggling to keep the business afloat--the bizarre weather has kept tourists away, her B&B is devoid of guests this Christmas season, and she's soon surprised by an unexpected, late-night visitor in the current snowstorm--Caleb Erickson, the guy she'd crushed since she was a mere child. He was planning to make a rare Christmas visit to his father's ranch when his truck broke down, and, in this small town, the B&B was the only place with its lights on. Trapped by the snowstorm, these two old acquaintances begin to bond--Caleb helping Lucy as the electricity goes out and her backup generator fails, and Lucy helping Caleb with some advice on his difficult relationship with his rather surly dad. The dead generator means Lucy will also be spending time at Caleb's father's ranch, and also, spending time in Caleb's bed--her longtime dream. As she helps Caleb and his dad mend their relationship, is it possible that her one/two-night stand with Caleb will turn into more? He lives and works in Seattle, and Lucy has no plans to leave town. But it's Christmas, a time for miracles, and also a time for HEA endings. This was my favorite of the 3 books in this heartwarming anthology, and it was a 5-star read for me.
All in all, 3 enjoyable reads that are sweet, a bit steamy, and just perfect for the Christmas season.
I voluntarily read an advance reader copy of this anthology. The opinions stated are my own.