A Cold Creek Christmas Story Quotes

“she fully understood the meaning of joy. Sparkle might have his magic snowball that could save Christmas, but the true magic—the only one that really mattered—was love.”
― RaeAnne Thayne, A Cold Creek Christmas Story

“Only that I just happen to be in love with a certain small-town librarian who is the most caring, wonderful woman I’ve ever met.” Nerves danced through her at the words, spiraling in circles like a gleeful child on a summer afternoon. “I... You’re what?”
― RaeAnne Thayne, A Cold Creek Christmas Story

“The mantra of her parents seemed to echo in her head, almost as if they were both talking to her like the angels Olivia had imagined. If they were here, they would have told her the only way to survive heartache and pain this intense was to throw herself into doing something nice for someone else.”
― RaeAnne Thayne, A Cold Creek Christmas Story

“Life was as beautiful as a silky, fresh, sweet-smelling rose, even when that beauty was sometimes complicated by a few thorns.”
― RaeAnne Thayne, A Cold Creek Christmas Story

“I think that’s amazing progress!” “Her progress or lack of progress is none of your business. You understand? She’s my daughter. I get to make those choices for her, not some small-town librarian who barely knows either of us.”
― RaeAnne Thayne, A Cold Creek Christmas Story

“Just a kiss, he told himself. A simple taste and then they both could move on.”
― RaeAnne Thayne, A Cold Creek Christmas Story

“Wake up Smarter. Sleep With a Librarian.”
― RaeAnne Thayne, A Cold Creek Christmas Story

“What shy, awkward bookworm alive could have resisted that, when the cutest boy she’d ever met in real life was so sweet to her?” He didn’t want to be sweet right now.”
― RaeAnne Thayne, A Cold Creek Christmas Story

“For an instant his mind went completely blank as all the blood left his head at the image.”
― RaeAnne Thayne, A Cold Creek Christmas Story

“The barn was warmer than he would have expected, especially with the air compressor going to power the tools, and soon he was down to his T-shirt. Before she started painting, she had taken off the sweater she wore, but it wasn’t until he took a break and looked up from connecting two boards that he saw the message on it: Wake up Smarter. Sleep With a Librarian.”
― RaeAnne Thayne, A Cold Creek Christmas Story

“She pointed to another area of the barn where other large pieces of plywood had been painted with snowflakes. “I need to finish just a few things on the scenery, so I’ll be on hand if you need help with anything.” The best help she could offer would be to stay out of his way. She was entirely too tempting to his peace of mind, but he couldn’t figure out a way to say that without sounding like an idiot, so he just decided to focus on the job at hand.”
― RaeAnne Thayne, A Cold Creek Christmas Story

“Nice shirt,” Rafe murmured in a low voice as she passed him. Baffled, she glanced down and then could have died from mortification. It was the Sleep with a Librarian shirt that Hope and Faith had given her one Christmas as a joke. She never wore it, of course—it wasn’t her style at all—but she’d thrown it on that morning under her sweater, knowing she was going to be painting the scenery later and it would be perfect for the job.”
― RaeAnne Thayne, A Cold Creek Christmas Story

“He swallowed. He’d done that? He didn’t have much memory of it, only of a quiet girl with big eyes and long dark hair. “Why would you be mortified? It was an accident.” She snorted a little. “Right. I ran into your grandmother’s mailbox because I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going. It was all your fault for mowing the lawn without your shirt on.” He stared down at her. “That’s why you crashed?”
― RaeAnne Thayne, A Cold Creek Christmas Story

“You did so well today. All of you.” “Thanks,” Louisa said. “It’s really fun. I hope we do it again next year.” Not unless Hope found some other sucker to be in charge, she thought again. “I’ve had lots of fun, too,” Olivia said.”
― RaeAnne Thayne, A Cold Creek Christmas Story

“He looked around at the chaos of the jacked-up children and then back at his nervous daughter. “I believe I’ll stay, if you don’t mind.” What if she did mind? What if the idea of him watching her for the next two hours made her more nervous than a turkey at Thanksgiving?”
― RaeAnne Thayne, A Cold Creek Christmas Story

“Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we were all given one do-over in life?” she murmured. “One free pass to go back and change one action, one decision, one thoughtless word?” He gave her a searching look, as if trying to figure out what moment she would alter. Finally he nodded. “One would be a start, I suppose, though I probably could use about a half dozen free passes.” “Instead, we have to do our best to live with the consequences of our choices.”
― RaeAnne Thayne, A Cold Creek Christmas Story

“He’s here again!” She looked up from the books she was shelving. “Who’s here?” “Hottie Dad and his cute little girl! Elise Chandler’s poor daughter. They just walked in.”
― RaeAnne Thayne, A Cold Creek Christmas Story

“Everybody has nightmares,” she answered. “To paraphrase John Irving, you don’t get to pick them. They pick you.” “True enough.”
― RaeAnne Thayne, A Cold Creek Christmas Story

“the reappearance of Flynn Delaney in her world. She couldn’t seem to shake the weird feeling that her safe, comfortable world was about to change.”
― RaeAnne Thayne, A Cold Creek Christmas Story

“I’m happy to blame you, as long as that means I wasn’t the cause of any delay in Aunt Mary’s birthday celebration,” Celeste said with a smile as she headed for her great-aunt. She kissed the woman’s lined cheek as the familiar scent of Mary’s favorite White Shoulders perfume washed over her. “Happy birthday, my dear. You are still just as stunning as ever.”
― RaeAnne Thayne, A Cold Creek Christmas Story

“necessarily want to go. “Don’t know why not. We can probably swing that before the holidays.” Christmas was just around the corner and he was completely unprepared for it. He didn’t like celebrating the holidays in the first place. He didn’t really feel like hanging out at some cheesy Christmas moneymaking venture aimed at pouring holiday spirit down his throat like cheap bourbon.”
― RaeAnne Thayne, A Cold Creek Christmas Story