Hello everyone!
Okay, full-on confession time: since DIVA's streaming of Christmas movies, I've been literally itching to have at it with my collection of Christmas books.
Yes, I've been making a collection.
It's really bad this year, to be honest. I started making this when it only just hit autumn and the first freebies were going out, but then figured, why not?? And added some more of these. I'm still waiting to find a good copy of a new Woods book in her holiday romances, but apart from that I've also stumbled across a few new writers I want to check out some more.
I mean, I do have at least three book bundles with a minimum of FIFTEEN stories in each. Not full-length novels, of course, but you get what I'm saying.
At the very least, however, tonight's review won't be Christmas-y yet. Because Keira Andrews can absolutely write a romance taking place in the middle of nowhere frozen wasteland that makes you THINK Christmas - but doesn't actually happen then. Arctic Fire is just what the doctor ordered when the hills start painting themselves white.
