ABOUT CHRISTMAS ANGELS:
A heartwarming Christmas story filled with the magic and miracles of the holiday season by USA Today Bestselling author, Nancy Naigle.
Growing up, Liz Westmoreland dreamed of taking over her grandparents inn located in the small mountain town of Antlers Creek only for it to be sold before she ever got the chance. While browsing the internet, she stumbles upon a listing for what looks to be the picturesque inn and it’s set to go to auction. Liz places a bid, and by a miracle, wins the auction. But when she gets there she finds the property in significant disrepair.
When Matt Hardy narrowly lost the inn and property that butted his land, he just hoped it wasn't another city slicker coming to make matters worse after the previous owners gutted the place for an art gallery. But the minute he recognized the sweet, freckle-faced girl from his childhood and heard her plans to reopen the inn, he jumps at the chance to help his childhood crush restore a place where he made so many fond memories.
While working on repairs, Liz and Matt discover her grandmother’s collection of angels in one of the cabins. When the angels start mysteriously showing up all over the inn, she begins to look at them as reassurance—that restoring the inn is what she's meant to do. But when an accident leaves Liz feeling like she made a mistake, will Matt—and the residents of Angels Creek—be able to show Liz that she's found a home? And possibly true love as well?
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
USA Today bestselling author NANCY NAIGLE whips up small-town love stories with a dash of suspense and a whole lot of heart. Now happily retired, she devotes her time to writing, antiquing, and the occasional spa day with friends. A native of Virginia Beach, she currently calls North Carolina home. Some of her other titles include The Secret Ingredient, Christmas in Evergreen: Letters to Santa, and Recipe for Romance.
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Excerpt from Christmas Angels by Nancy Naigle
Reprinted with permission from St. Martin’s Griffin.
At the sound of his name, Matt stepped from behind the set of cabinets he was getting ready to hang in the church kitchen. “That’s me.”
Recognition registered on her face. “You again? Hello.” Her lips tugged into a smile.
“Hello again.” He jostled the cabinet. Pastor Mike took his end. “Thanks, man.” Matt walked toward the woman. “What can I help you with?”
“I was talking to Maizey over at the café. I need someone to do a home inspection and she said the regular guy is out of town, but that you might be able to help.”
He leaned against the wall and folded his arms across his chest. “You’re thinking about buying a house around here?”
“Wouldn’t need an inspection if I wasn’t, now would I?”
He liked her spunk. “I’m sorry. You just don’t look like the type of folks we usually get buying property around here. Where are you from?”
“I live in Charlotte, but I plan to move here. I want to open an inn.”
“Really?” Something about her intrigued him, but he knew better than to get mixed up with another city girl. Robyn-with- a-“y” had taught him that lesson.
“Why is that so surprising?”
He shrugged. He couldn’t say what was on his mind. That she would make for a very pretty addition to the town. “The shoes?”
She glanced down at her designer boots. “And the perfectly matched ensemble.”
“So?” She pointed to his black boots and belt. “You match.”
“True, but it’s the way you match. Like a model in one of those fancy magazines.” He regretted it as soon as it came out of his mouth. It didn’t even sound like a compliment, although in his head it had.
“Should I be flattered or offended?”
“Neither. Well, probably both. I’m sorry, it has nothing to do with you.” Great, I’m just digging myself in deeper. “I didn’t catch your name.”
When her grandparents had left town, he’d thought he’d never get the chance to see her again. He knew it was her. He couldn’t believe she was right here after all this time. “Yes.”
She looked confused. “Yes?”
Snap out of it. Answer the woman. “Yes, I can help you. I mean, I’m not certified but I can check everything out for you.”
Pastor Mike chimed in. “He’s better than the real inspector. He’ll give you options you can afford and be realistic about what needs to be done now, and what can wait. Matt has saved us a ton of money, and he can do anything.”
“Really?” A flash of relief eased the lines in her face. “If that’s true, I definitely need your help.”
“Oh it’s true.” Matt nodded toward the man, then whispered to her. “He’s the pastor here.”
“Oh? I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to imply—”
“No worries, ma’am.” Pastor Mike gave her a nod. “Help the lady out, Matt.”
“I’m going to be tied up here for a couple of days, and then it’s Thanksgiving. How about we meet early the next week? Maybe Tuesday around ten?”
“More than a week? If that’s as soon as you can get to it, I guess it’ll have to do.”
She’d never make it at a poker table. The disappointment was as clear as a flashing neon sign on her face. “You look disappointed.”
“I can meet on Thanksgiving morning, if that works for you.”
“Yes. That definitely works for me. I’ll see you Thursday at ten.” She smiled, and her eyes danced as she spun around and began to head out with a lift in her step.
“Miss? What’s the address?”
She stopped and turned around. “That would help, wouldn’t it? Doe Run Road. It’s the—”
“There’s only one place on Doe Run Road.”
“You’re the one who bought it at auction this morning?”
He shook his head; how had he not recognized her at the café? No wonder she’d caught his eye. “You knew it was an inn before.”
“I most certainly did. A beautiful inn.” “You didn’t see it before you bid?”
“No. I know, I know. I didn’t get a chance to see it before I bid. Not exactly my best move, but I couldn’t risk losing it. The inn is very special to me. Besides, how bad a deal could it be? Location is everything, right? And Antler Creek is one awesome location for an inn.”
“It hasn’t been an inn for a very long time. The place has been gutted. It’s changed hands a couple of times. It was last an art gallery.”
“I was up there earlier today. I saw.” She raised her hand as if she couldn’t stand to hear more.
He couldn’t blame her. It was a tragedy what had happened to that place. With a gentle smile, he said, “Okay then. I’ll see you Thursday.”
“Thank you so much. This has been my lifelong dream. I just hope it’s doable.”
She wasn’t the only one thinking about lifelong dreams at the moment. “Anything is possible. I’ll see you on Thursday, Liz.”
He stood there watching as she walked out of the room. Her boots echoed through the sanctuary, and with each step his heart did a two-step. Liz Westmoreland was back in Antler Creek.
Pastor Mike cuffed his shoulder, practically giving him a heart attack. “She’s a looker.”
Matt nodded. “She’s more than that.”
“You know that from a five-minute first meeting?”
“I’ve met her before.”
“Who is she?”
Matt didn’t even hesitate. “She’s the woman I’m going to marry.”