Mary Christmas

I saw her through the melee of holiday shoppers, decked out in an ugly Christmas sweater with an elf hat atop her strawberry curls. Her emerald eyes sparkled. Her smile dazzled. Mary Christmas, the girl who stole my boyish heart and years later sent the man packing. I vowed there and then to rekindle the fire in her heart.I could have married Christopher Northbrook. When he popped the question, I hadn't said no—I didn't say yes. Like my father and grandfather, I was charged with keeping the Christmas secret safe. Leaving Forest Falls was out of the question. So, I watched the love of my life walk away. Now he's back, a handsome widower with twin boys in tow. Fa La La La La.In Forest Falls, second chances come wrapped in holiday magic!