The Proposal by Becky Wade {Book Review}

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~ Descrption 
A cold night in Texas, a dream of marriage, a happily ever after....

Single mom Amber Richardson spends every holiday season working to give her young son the best Christmas possible and striving to ignore the empty chairs around her table, chairs she wishes her mother and father and extended family occupied. 

She'd hoped that this holiday would be fuller and happier than the rest. Her handsome firefighter boyfriend, Will McGrath, has brought immeasurable joy and love into her life. Up until recently, they'd even been talking about a future that included wedding bells. Lately, though, the wedding talk has been nonexistent and Amber can’t help but worry that Will's starting to have second thoughts.... 

Until a fire station surprise brings very good tidings.



~ My Rating
5 stars 


~ My Review 

What a darling little Christmas story! <3 

Prior to reading this one, I had read two novellas and a novel by Mrs. Wade and, while I enjoyed them, I didn't love them. Well...I loved The Proposal, y'all. ;) It was sweet and tender, heartwarming and precious all wrapped up in twenty-five pages. 

The romance was sweet and pure, the fireman storyline kinda awesome (Fireproof vibes, y'all xD), and the reconciliation story a perfect add-in. Definitely recommended! :)

A favorite quote: What if someone’s Christmas tree caught on fire in the next ten minutes and the captain couldn’t be found because he was rescuing his girlfriend?

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Visit Stories by Firefly for more Christmasy fun! :)

Comments

  1. RebekahAshleighDecember 23, 2017 at 11:16 AM

    This sounds really good! After reading all of these Christmas reviews my list of Christmas books I want to read has grown. ;)

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    1. Faith P.December 23, 2017 at 1:04 PM

      It was so sweet!! ^_^ Hehe, mine too! And tomorrow is Christmas Eve, like hooww?! This is one you could probably read in a half hour though. ;)

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