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A Sweet Montana Christmas

A Sweet Montana Christmas, November 2014
This Old House #2
by Roxanne Snopek

Tule Publishing
Featuring: Austin Sweet; Melinda Sweet
130 pages
ISBN: 1942240236
EAN: 9781942240235
Kindle: B00PYPHS9M
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"Restoring love and realizing all the dreams for a man and woman."

Fresh Fiction Review

A Sweet Montana Christmas
Roxanne Snopek

Reviewed by Kay Quintin
Posted December 6, 2014

Holiday | Romance Contemporary

His marriage on the rocks and his business collapsing, Austin Sweet has taken refuge by agreeing to move from Chicago and manage his family's Sweet Montana Farms. The agreement is to restore within a year the farm to a state that they can then sell it, giving Austin a share of the selling price. Marietta, Montana is a long way from being up to the standards of the rich, important life of Chicago. Hopefully the sales from the famed sweet honey and the cashmere from the livestock would give him the income to move on, even though it would probably be without his wife, Mel.

Mel has had her own disastrous accident as a specialty maternity nurse caring for drug addicts and their affected newborns. Her still has love for Austin even though they have been so busy dealing with all the problems that they have lost sight of why they married and what's really important. The limbo of their future togetherness has Mel showing up at the farm and leaving her past behind to heal and inform Austin of the baby which they tried so long to have, and which Going from an upscale Chicago home to a run-down, damaged farmhouse minus most of the amenities and conveniences might be a challenge to her. Can they resolve their issues and restore the desperate love they have always felt for one another?

I enjoyed A SWEET MONTANA CHRISTMAS, a This Old House Christmas Novella." Christmas is my favorite time and this is a heart-warming and wonderful take of two estranged people in love but uncertain how to continue their life together. A SWEET MONANA CHRISTMAS restores the faith in true love and restoration of dreams. Roxanne Snopekhas captured the essence of Christmas as the as the true meaning of real, lasting love. A pleasure to read from page one to the last.

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Melinda Sweet loved her husband before she learned of his wealth and she loves him still, despite the fact that it’s gone. Unfortunately, while she knows the collapse of his Chicago financial services business had nothing to do with him, he believes otherwise. His upbeat adjustment to their new – and temporary – life on his grandfather’s rundown honey farm is a foil to cover the burden of failure. She wasn’t expecting to throw – in five weeks – the traditional Sweet Christmas Open House, but it’s a good earning opportunity and how hard could it be?

Austin Sweet is determined to make his wife proud of him again. But he also wants to erase the sting of shame he feels from his parents, to whom he owes a debt of gratitude for arranging for this caretaking job. Getting paid to fix up this disaster is better than living in their basement, sure. But what does he know about bees? Or fixing broken plumbing? Or cleaning a chimney?

But when Austin’s grandfather gives him the farm as a Christmas gift, there’s only one response. Accepting the gift will secure a future that will make his wife even more unhappy than he already is. Refusing the gift will finalize the rift between him and his family, but he’d rather lose them than Melinda. Then he discovers she’s spared him the choice. Austin’s not-so-Sweet side rears up as he determines that he’s done trying to make everyone happy. He’ll get his wife back, no matter what. And they’ll decide their future together.


One of my favorite scenes in this story in when Austin attempts to wash his wife’s hair. The hot-water tank is out of commission and the facilities are, shall we say, rustic. But he wants so badly to make Melinda less miserable and so he does this clumsy, thoughtful thing that ends up being a bit of a mess. Those are, I think, the most romantic gestures; not the ones that work perfectly, but the ones that involve risk, the chance of failure, of being laughed at.


Austin set the aluminum tub on the butcher-block table in the kitchen.

"Come here," he said.

Melinda looked at him with caution, but he could feel excitement, thrumming like a field, around her like a field.

Fear and temptation.

She stepped up to him and he handed her a towel.

He wanted to unzip that thick hoodie and pull it off. To lift up the shirt beneath, little by little, revealing her creamy torso by inches, until he could see the lower swelling of her breasts.

"Eyes up, big guy."

He jumped. "Sorry." He laughed shakily. "Habit."

He gestured to the chair. "Sit. Put this around your neck. I'd ask you to take off your top, but..."

To his surprise, she slipped out of her hoodie. Underneath, she wore a tank top and it was fantastically obvious that she was braless.

Her breasts looked larger, the nipples pink and straining through the thin fabric.

He adjusted his pants. This was going to be harder than he thought, pun intended.

"Are you going to wash my hair, Austin?"

She asked it in a smoky voice that might have come straight out of an old western saloon. Low and slow and smooth as honey.

"I am." He helped her lean back and draped her hair into the small tub. "Comfortable?"

"I'm okay."

He scooped a bowlful of water and poured it over her head, being careful not to get any in her eyes.

She groaned, deep in her throat, a sound that sent more blood rushing southward, a sound he'd only heard when she was in his arms, sweaty, sated and limp with pleasure.

He stroked her hair, lifting it and continuing to pour, getting every bit saturated.

Then he squirted a handful of shampoo and began massaging it into her head. He'd never done this before and water splashed onto the table.

A bit of foam dripped onto her throat, then slid slowly toward the neckline of her tank top. She lifted her hand and caught it, without looking. The sight of her fingers, caressing her skin, so close to those rosy nipples...


The towel beneath her neck slipped, allowing the sharp edge of the tub to bite into her skin.

"Damn, sorry, baby," he said. He tried to tug it up but his soapy hands slipped. He bumped the tub with his elbow and suds splashed onto the table.

Way harder than he expected. In every way.

Suddenly he was aware of Mel, giggling. She put her hand to her mouth, trying to hide it, to let him carry on.

Then she grasped the back of her head and sat up, dragging the towel with it, laughing freely.

He felt like an idiot. Washing a woman's hair was supposed to be a sensual thing, not a comedy show.

She leaned forward, laughing with her whole body now, and he felt the humor tickle him, too.

"That," she said, between gasps, "was the single best shampoo... I've ever had."

"Liar," he said. But her joy unlocked something inside him and before he knew it, the two of them were bracing themselves against each other, bent over at the waist, howling, while water dripped onto the floor and Mel's still-soapy hair sagged onto her shoulders.

"We're going to have to heat more water," said Mel, when she got her voice back. "I need a rinse."

Her face was flushed and her now mostly-transparent tank top had slipped off one shoulder. Dark hair, red lips, those pink nipples. She looked like a strawberry sundae, with chocolate drizzle and whipped cream on top and yeah, he wanted to eat her up.

"There's enough hot water," he said, taking her hand, "to do this properly."

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