Savanna's Gift by Camille Eide {Book Review}

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~ Description

Forced to return to the ski lodge where she once worked, Savanna Holt is reminded of one special Christmas and how ambition led her to make the worst mistake of her life: Leaving Luke Nelson.

Stunned to discover Luke never left, but worked his way up from lift operator to manager, Savanna sees the opportunity as a gift from God. She’s determined to win Luke back. But Luke wants no reminders of his past hurt, or a relationship with the woman who put ambition before love.

Can Savanna convince Luke she’s changed and her interest isn't because of his position? And when her dream job beckons, will she sacrifice her dream for a second chance at love?


~ My Review

Well, gracious, that was cute. In a charmingly-written tale that reminded me of a Hallmark movie, this novella was sweet, touching, and heartfelt—all in under 100 pages.

Luke, Savanna, Mylie, and the Freemans were all such fun characters, each realistically done. And the medical details and loads of sarcasm weren't bad additions... *wink* A precious second-chance love story!

Five ski slopes out of five! 


Be sure to check out Stories by Firefly for more Christmas fun! <3 

Comments

  1. Showers of BlessingsDecember 23, 2018 at 1:12 PM

    Great review!
    -Brooklyne

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  2. RebekahAshleighJanuary 1, 2019 at 11:43 PM

    This sounds so good! I think I need to start making a list of the Christmas books I want to read in Christmas 2019. ;)

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    1. Faith P.January 3, 2019 at 1:16 PM

      It was super cute! <3 I think you'd enjoy it. ;) Haha, same!

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