New York Ever After Books 4-6

Helen Rolfe

Description

Perfect for fans of Sarah Morgan, Jessica Redland and Kate Forster.

This boxset contains the books 4-6 in the New York Ever After series:
1. Christmas Miracles at the Little Log Cabin
2. Christmas Promises at the Garland Street Market
3. Moonlight and Mistletoe at the Christmas Wedding
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Christmas Miracles at the Little Log Cabin

Holly is looking for a change. There has to be more to life than the long hours she works as an editor in New York City, despite what everyone says. What she doesn’t expect when she leaves the city behind is to meet Mitch, a recluse who’s hiding more than she realises.

Mitch spends his days hidden away in a little log cabin in Inglenook Falls, where he owns a Christmas tree farm. He speaks to people only when necessary, so when Holly falls into his life, he’s not sure how to react. All he knows is that something needs to change if he wants to get his life back on track.

Along with friends Cleo and Darcy, Holly is determined to bring joy back to Mitch’s life, but will he appreciate their interference? And when a business proposition throws everything up in the air, will it do more harm than good?

Christmas Promises at the Garland Street Market

When Amelia arrives in Manhattan to help Cleo at her knitting stall, she’s expecting a peaceful holiday. But soon she’s busy trying to get her surly nephew Kyle and his mum to work through their problems. Amelia is used to putting others first, but is this one challenge too far?

Single dad Nathan wants to give his daughter, Scarlett, the world after he failed so dismally before. But in trying to give her everything, will he push her too far and lose her forever?

Meanwhile, Cleo’s fiancé Dylan is pressuring her to set a date for the wedding, but with her stepdaughter Ruby against the idea and creating mayhem wherever she can, Cleo doubts she'll ever manage to start planning what should be the best day of their lives.

Moonlight and Mistletoe at the Christmas Weddings

It’s Thanksgiving and friends are gathered at the Inglenook Inn to get ready for the wedding of the year as Cleo and Dylan prepare to tie the knot on Christmas Eve.

Not all is going smoothly, but Kaisha is determined nothing will ruin her best friend’s wedding. Cleo is more a sister to her than her own, and if Kaisha has to put her own dreams on hold, then that’s what she’ll do.

Finn hasn’t been in touch with Dylan for years but he couldn’t ignore the request to be his best man, so he’s back in Manhattan. But so are his parents, and there’s enough animosity, anger and underlying grief to power the entire city. The only family member Finn respects is his grandad, and Finn's determined to keep the peace for his sake.

Kaisha’s first impressions of Finn are that he’s brash, unreliable and someone to avoid, but when he gets a job at the Inglenook Falls Christmas tree farm and they find themselves as roommates, will he surpass her expectations? Or, will he let everybody down at the last minute and prove Kaisha right?

Sujets

• Loisirs
• Décoration intérieure
• Sea Stories
• Mashups
• Flower Arranging
• Siblings
• Women
• Coming of Age
• Friendship
• Dating
• SpongeBob SquarePants
• Sibling
• General officer
• Woman
• The Women
• City Life
• General
• Holiday
• Family Life
• Romance
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: Boldwood Books
• Date de parution: 18 octobre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781837517619
• Langue: English

Extrait

NEW YORK EVER AFTER BOOKS 4-6


HELEN ROLFE
CONTENTS




Christmas Miracles at the Little Log Cabin


Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24


Christmas Promises at the Garland Street Markets


Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Epilogue


Moonlight and Mistletoe at the Christmas Wedding


Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Epilogue


Acknowledgments

More from Helen Rolfe

About the Author

Also by Helen Rolfe

About Boldwood Books

For my husband and his never-ending support, without which I couldn’t do this job that I love…
1
HOLLY

Holly was back in Manhattan after her trip to Seattle where she’d spent Thanksgiving with family and friends, counting their blessings, sharing in the joy of each other. But right now, with the festive season in full swing at the end of November, she wasn’t sure she should have been doing either of those things. Perhaps she should’ve been getting the fear, panicking about her next step, because today was her last day at work. Out of choice she’d quit her fifty-hour-a-week job, kissed goodbye to a bursting-at-the-seams pay packet and turned her back on never-ending perks like invitations to exclusive events, travel, and even the odd dealings with a celebrity.
Holly had spent the best part of a decade working in the magazine industry after graduating with a degree in communications and media. She’d landed an internship straight out of college, quickly secured a full-time position with a major daily in Seattle, and then moved to Contemporary Edge magazine where she’d made her way up through the ranks to senior editor. She’d relocated from Seattle to New York last year and thought the geographical shift would be enough to get her out of the rut she was in, but back in the summer she’d realised it really wasn’t. It had been a short-term fix. Nothing had really changed. It was still the same long days, the lacklustre enthusiasm for the daily grind she’d once thrived on. And now, here she was, about to embark on a career as a freelancer in less than twenty-four hours.
She packed up her belongings into a small box and as soon as the cleaners came round after hours, her office would be ready for the next person.
‘So… last day.’ Co-worker Daisy, who’d been a staff writer with the magazine for almost a decade and had gladly relocated to New York too, mostly for the night life and the shopping she’d said, hovered at the door to Holly’s office in the modern high-rise on Avenue of the Americas. Most likely she’d be gunning for Holly’s job but rather than feeling put out, Holly really couldn’t imagine handing over the reins to anyone who deserved it more. And in a way it would help her to say goodbye.
‘How do you feel?’ Daisy probed.
Great! would’ve been her initial reaction until today, but as she pushed her auburn locks, beautifully tamed and highlighted after this morning’s trip to the salon, away from her face, she realised her doubts were multiplying the closer she got to her final hours. The job security was a major factor and it scared her to think how diligent she’d have to be from now on. She’d need to remember that even if she had an epic month with lots of work, it didn’t mean the month after would be the same, or the one after that. She’d have to stop shopping so frivolously in Manhattan – six months ago she’d have thought nothing of getting her hair done at the trendiest and most expensive salons, spending a couple of thousand dollars on a handbag from Coach, or a few hundred on a pair of Manolo Blahniks, another extortionate sum on a slap-up lunch at one of New York’s finest restaurants where you had to book months in advance to get the tiniest table.
‘I’m not really sure,’ she admitted as they went out into the area that housed umpteen small booths where staff writers, photo editors, public relations, and communications staff sat. The flashing lights of the office Christmas tree were doing their merry dance, either in celebration that Holly was leaving or in mockery that she was making a mistake so huge she’d wake up in a day, a week, a month and wonder what the hell she’d been thinking.
‘You’re doing the right thing.’
‘Easy for you to say when you’re not the one doing it.’ She stepped out of the way as her boss Amelia’s personal assistant, Hannah, came past in a gush of air, doing the rounds to remind everyone about tomorrow’s team meeting. For once, Holly felt free to safely ignore Hannah’s reminder.
‘Remember, final farewell drinks at 5 p.m. today. I know your big bash was a few weeks ago, but we had to organise a little something to send you off.’
‘I’ll be there, don’t worry.’ She’d already arranged to meet Dylan, Cleo, Myles, and Darcy at a cocktail bar in Chelsea after her farewell drinks. She needed the moral support from her friends, who would remain a constant when she left her colleagues behind. Holly had met Darcy quite by chance last year in the Flower District when she’d broken down and cried over the loss of her friend Sarah a few days before Christmas. She’d only been a visitor to New York back then, deciding whether or not she wanted to relocate from the West Coast, but her emotional state has caused Darcy to take pity on her, buy her a coffee, and rescue her from possibly the worst accommodation known to man by offering her a room at the Inglenook Inn. Their friendship had lasted and soon expanded to include the others; that was the Christmas Darcy got together with Myles, who had also become a friend, and soon after, Darcy had introduced Holly to Cleo and Dylan and they’d all been good friends ever since.
‘Come on,’ said Daisy. ‘Help me put up the rest of the decorations. It’ll take your mind off everything else, and when this place resembles Santa’s Grotto you’ll be happy to turn your back on it.’
Glad of a reprieve from analysing her decision and with her duties and tasks already distributed amongst the team so that her last day was relatively clear, she and Daisy got to decorating the rest of the office. They strung a long line of lights along one wall, put holly and ivy on the edges of picture frames, arranged several empty wrapped boxes to represent gifts beneath the Christmas tree and then moved on to decorating work stations. Many desks were hydraulic so staff could stand or sit and save their bodies from the perils of desk work, they had kitchen supplies and refreshments on hand, and there was even a small games room down the corridor with a ping-pong table and a pool table and big squishy chairs to sink into. Holly guessed she’d have to get used to far fewer luxuries. From now on it would be a case of having her laptop perched on the bed in her studio apartment, or else finding one of the many cafés and settling herself in a quiet space to work.
She handed smaller sets of fairy lights to the people sitting in cubicles.
‘Can’t you decorate mine, Holl, given you’re unemployed as of this afternoon?’ Jason crooned from where he was standing at his monitor. In charge of communications, he thought he could lord it over every faculty of the magazine. Holly had only been working with him since mid-January but it hadn’t taken her long to wish he’d get a transfer in the opposite direction.
‘It’s your job; everyone is doing their own work space.’ She managed to plaster a big smile on her face despite her inner fury. ‘And I’m not unemployed, I’ll be freelance.’
‘Potato, potahto.’ His eyes didn’t leave the screen.
Holly wondered what decoration she could lob at his head, although she didn’t want to get charged for assault and battery on her last day. Maybe, instead, she’d spend more time around him this afternoon, because it would be the biggest encouragement to walk out that door with a feeling of relief and know her decision was the best one.
‘Pine cones.’ Daisy was next to Jason’s work station and left a supply of half a dozen of the frost-coated brown pieces.
‘What am I supposed to do with those?’ he asked.
‘I could think of a few things,’ Holly muttered as they giggled their way over to the box of garlands ready to hand a few of those out.
Within an hour, the decorations had been distributed and plenty of workers had got into the spirit readily enough.
‘What’s happening with your apartment?’ Daisy shoved the empty decoration boxes back in the storeroom.
Holly wondered whether her co-worker was after that as well as her job and for some reason it made her want to laugh out loud. ‘I’m keeping my apartment.’
‘It’s in Greenwich Village, right?’ Daisy flipped her blonde ponytail over her shoulder and shut the door to the storeroom.
‘I moved to West Chelsea. Downsized.’ As a twenty-something not even nudging thirty, Daisy was still living in her parents’ palatial residence on the Upper West Side so had no idea how crippling Manhattan rents could be. ‘I’m in a studio now, but it’s fine. I didn’t need a two bedroom.’ She’d sacrificed the gorgeous apartment on a tree-lined street but every time she mourned for her light-filled, all-mod-cons, spacious apartment in a classic brownstone, she reminded herself why she’d had to give it up.
They headed towards the kitchen area, where Daisy made them both a cup of coffee. Holly knew she had