Saturday, September 13, 2014

Roses in December by Katie George

29-year-old Candice Michelin is used to spending her Friday nights with her best friends, Stacey and Reesey. She enjoys working as a columnist, eating at the Mexican restaurant across the street, and singing with her plump pooch, Peppermint. However, Candice's little sister, Ellie, announces that she is marrying a handsome Vanderbilt graduate, Liam, and the wedding will be held in a month's time. The catch: Candice must fly to North Carolina to plan the impending nuptials with her sister.

Relentlessly, Adele Desrosiers, the matriarch and mother of the Desrosiers clan, convinces Candice to go to the family's French-inspired Estate in the mountainous Appalachians, but Candice isn't focused on the beauty of the scenery. Instead, she unknowingly meets Liam's older brother Henry, who may hold the key to unlocking Candice's tough heart.

Told by the witty Candice herself, this novel includes poignant histories from characters such as Adele, Aunt Genevieve, and Henry, while maintaining the importance of family and friends. Candice may not realize it, but the Desrosierses will be changed by her forever, as she will also be changed from their influence.

I really enjoyed reading this book.  The characters were a pleasure to get to know.   Candice was witty with a flare for life.   She is what I would want to have in an older sister.  While reading this book I saw it play through my mind like a movie.  Henry was very debonair and I could see why Candice was so smitten by him. It was a quick book and because it was short it was an incredibly fast read.  People who enjoy quick romances, this would make a great beach read.  It was a sweet read rather than an erotic romance.

*I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.  April M.

1 comment:

  1. Hi, this is actually Katie George. By chance I stumbled upon your review. Thank you so much for taking the time to write a few kind words, and it brightened my day!



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