So, This Is Christmas

Product Description

Let It Snow meets Dash and Lily’s Book of Dares in this new small-town Christmas romance.

When Finley Brown returned to her hometown of Christmas, Oklahoma, from boarding school, she expected to find it just as she left it. Christmas hasn’t changed much in her sixteen years. But instead she returns to find that her best friend is dating her ex-boyfriend, her parents have separated, and her archnemesis got a job working at her grandmother’s inn. And she certainly didn’t expect to find the boy she may or may not have tricked into believing that Christmas was an idyllic holiday paradise on her grandmother’s doorstep. It’s up to Finley to make sure he gets the Christmas he was promised. This is Finley’s Christmas. It’s about home and family and friends and finding her place, and along the way she also finds the best Christmas present of all: love.

About the Author

Tracy Andreen was born in Southern California but raised in Tulsa, Oklahoma. She graduated from the University of Oklahoma with a B.A. in Journalism and Professional Writing then promptly moved to Los Angeles where she spent many years in the world of film development, employed at Amblin/DreamWorks and Mandalay Pictures, among others. She began her paid writing career when she took it upon herself to revise some properties in development at Mandalay and ultimately left that side of the film world to pursue writing full time. In her spare time, she enjoys staring at her fantasy football lineup, hiking, gardening, perusing homes on Zillow, and making some amazingly cool candles that you totally would buy if only she would at long last set up that website.

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Five
“Are you serious?” I stared at my grandmother in disbelief.
We were in the alcove near the kitchen and I’d just taken off my apron, my thoughts firmly on the idea of going upstairs to take a nap. It’d been a long day and it was still only four in the afternoon.
Instead, my grandmother found me and asked me a favor.
“Yes,” she said. “Arthur wants to buy some appropriate attire for the reindeer farm.”
“What’s appropriate for a reindeer farm?”
“Jeans, I suppose.”
“He doesn’t have jeans?” I asked, incredulous.
“Not here, apparently.”
Actually, I could totally see that. But still. “Why do I have to go with him, though? What about his aunt?”
“Esha is feeling the effects of jet lag and wants to take a quick nap”—Me too, I silently shouted—“before dinner, but she also doesn’t want Arthur to go by himself.”
“He’s seventeen,” I tried to reason.
“He’s our guest.” Grandma Jo hit me with yet another look. “And it will ease the mind of his aunt. Who is also our guest.”
My lips pressed together tightly. I tried another angle. “But I can’t drive.”
I was less than two weeks into being sixteen and didn’t have my driver’s license yet. Sure, most kids rush out to get their permit the first moment they can, but the truth was, driving always made me nervous. Especially after my mother’s lone, white–knuckled attempt to teach me last spring that left us both perfectly fine with never trying that again.
“You can walk,” Grandma Jo assured. “There are shops two blocks up the street. Getting outside will do you good.”
Damn. Thwarted. Dad might be the chess player in the family, but Grandma Jo was the one always three moves ahead.
I was about to raise the possibility/likelihood that Arthur didn’t want to go with me when Grandma Jo glanced over my shoulder and smiled brightly.
“Hello, Arthur.”
I turned to see the subject of our debate appear from around the corner, already dressed to head outside. He smiled at my grandmother in return and even gave the slightest bow. Guess he did have manners after all. Just not for me.
“Ms. Brown, hello.”
“So, Finley here will go with you on your shopping trip.”
Arthur blinked. Twice. “Oh?”
He was obviously caught off guard by the idea and I saw my opening. “Unless you want to go by yourself,” I said quickly.
“Finley knows e