A Yorkshire Christmas Kate Hewitt

How delightful! I love armchair travel, especially during this crazy pandemic, and escaping to Yorkshire for Christmas was lovely. I love romances that are kind of forced into happening by a snowstorm, and that's what happens in this one. Claire skids off the road and finds herself staying in the guest cottage of Noah's farm to wait things out. Noah's daughter, Molly, added some lightness to the story and I thought she was very sweet.

Dejected after a near-brush with disaster in her personal life, Claire Lindell has flown to England to spend a solo Christmas in her godmother's cottage in Ledstow, Yorshire...But her car slides off the road in a snowstorm, and there's no one around to help, but Noah Bradford, who also needs Claire's help to save one of his ewes from a ditch...And then some.


The only thing I liked about this book was the setting; the sleepy, snow-covered Yorkshire village. That's it.

The rest was utter rubbish. The heroine was a pathetic and needy idiot that needed someone to slap her silly, the hero was a bland copy of almost every single-dad hero in Romancelandia, the kid was annoying, and the romance was so far removed from any possibility of reality I couldn't even begin to describe it.
It didn't even come across as a romance, but more of a compromise for the needy idiot of a heroine (who had a perfectly functional family, but was all about the greener grass on the other side of the fence) and something to placate the hero's daughter so she wouldn't be so cross at her deadbeat father.