Booked for the Holidays (Park Cove Series Book 1)

by Chelsea Curto

We get the occasional cold front, a blast of freakishly arctic air for three days when everyone scrambles to pull out jackets buried deep in their attics for the last eleven and a half months. The weather folks panic, strongly advising parents to not let their children stand outside in the positively frigid fifty degree temps without a hat and scarf. The Northerners must think we’re lunatics.

Yes. We definitely do.

The Sunshine State is far from a winter wonderland, and just once I’d love for the impending holidays to be authentic. Like what you’d find in a classic Hallmark movie and not the swampy humidity I’m currently trudging through.

Books have always been my happy place. As the one true joy and a constant fixture in my life, they’ve loved me back unconditionally and unwaveringly over the years.

there aren't many things in life better than a coffee and a good book on a cloudy afternoon. On any afternoon, really.

That’s what makes literature so wonderfully beautiful and poetic. There’s quite literally something for everyone. What one person considers a two-star read with little purpose and merit might be someone’s most prized possession. A book they return to because it offers solace in times of great need or a friend they long for on a lonely day. It’s a subjective love affair that varies from person to person with enough sub-genres and obscure branches to satisfy even the most hard-to-please readers.

I’d rather be home with an Emily Henry book than listening to another man tell me about the fishing trip he took with his friends, Brad and Chad,”

It’s obvious she was just glancing at me before, and now I have her complete, undivided attention. Shit, it’s kind of overwhelming in a good way.