Deck the Malls by Heather Horrocks {Review}

Deck the Malls by Heather Horrocks

Kindle Edition, 133 pages

Published August 30th 2015 by Word Garden Press

My Rating: 4 Stars

 

Cheyenne Pepper gave up on love years ago—when her heart was broken by Nick Montana. Now she’s worked her way up to assistant manager of the local mall. It’s December, her favorite season, which also means it's time for a mall Santa—only this year's Santa is good old St. Nick. The couple goes from "Ho! ho! Ho!” to “Bah, humbug!” in less time than it takes an elf to attack Santa! 

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My Review:

I've loved this fun holiday series. Each novella brings us a story from a different house on Christmas Street. Deck the Malls is Cheyenne Pepper's story. Cheyenne had her heart broken at the alter years ago and isn't too happy to find that man is the new Santa at the mall, where she is assistant manager. Nick is determined to show Cheyenne that he's changed and deserves a second chance.

I love a fun setting with great, interesting characters and this one has both. Add a fun romance and it's a hit! Cheyenne is quite bitter, with good reason, but who wouldn't be after being jilted? I don't know if I could even consider taking the guy back, but there's something about Nick. He's charismatic, good with kids, kind, sweet, and admits he was wrong. 

Any book in this series is perfect for this time of year. 

Content: mild romance. Clean!

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Christmas Street Novella series:

#1 Bah, Humbug!
#2 Kissing Santa
#3 The Naughty List
#4 Deck the Malls

About the Author:

I’m an author who had a somewhat unorthodox upbringing. I was raised in South America and the Middle East, and wrote my first stories as a teenager in Kuwait, where my sister and I proved it really is hot enough to fry an egg on the sidewalk. I wrote my first novel in three months on a typewriter when I was 21, I used every romance cliché possible (including amnesia — need I say more?), and never rewrote anything, which is why it’s so much fun to pull it out occasionally when I need a good laugh. I wrote sporadically until my youngest child (who is now 18) was two, when I decided it was time to either actually start writing, or to stop saying I was a writer. So I took a class and started doing the scary things that writing requires. Now I’ve written about twelve novels and several children’s books.