Once Upon a December by Amy E. Reichert -a Review

Once Upon a December by Amy E. Reichert -a Review

 

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With a name like Astra Noel Snow, holiday spirit isn’t just a seasonal specialty–it’s a way of life. But after a stinging divorce, Astra’s yearly trip to the Milwaukee Christmas market takes on a whole new meaning. She’s ready to eat, drink, and be merry, especially with the handsome stranger who saves the best kringle for her at his family bakery.

For Jack Clausen, the Julemarked with its snowy lights and charming shops stays the same, while the world outside the joyful street changes, magically leaping from one December to the next every four weeks. He’s never minded living this charmed existence until Astra shows him the life he’s been missing outside of the festive red brick alley.

After a swoon-worthy series of dates, some Yuletide magic, and the unexpected glow of new love, Astra and Jack must decide whether this relationship can weather all seasons, or if what they’re feeling is as ephemeral as marshmallows in a mug of hot cocoa

 

 

Review:

Once Upon a December by Amy E. Reichert is a Christmas themed standalone romance.  Astra Noel Snow, our heroine, attends with her close friends the annual Milwaukee Christmas market.  Astrid is coming off a divorce, with her ex constantly bothering her, especially since they share their dog, Bernie.   She is happy to spend time with her friends, enjoying her freedom, as they are drinking, eating, shopping and being merry.

Jack Clausen, is part of Julemarked, with its charming shops and lights, including his wonderful bakery. What is Julemarked?  It is a small Christmas town, that magically leaps from one December to the next every four weeks.  This time Julemarked is in Milwaukee, and Jack meets this beautiful girl who gets his attention, as she and her friends stop in the bakery to buy his family made kringle. On Christmas day, Julemarked will magically move to the next destination, and no one even remembers it.  Each year that passes, at Christmas time, Jack sees the girl of his dreams, and she doesn’t remember him.  After of few years, he finally asks her name, and ends up going with her and her friends to have fun at the bars.  Astra and Jack become attracted to each other, but when she goes to meet him for a New Year’s Eve date, he never showed up; and when Christmas came again in Julemarked, Astrid did not remember him.

Finally, after a number of years, Astra begins to remember Jack, and soon they begin to fall in love, with Jack convincing Astra to join Julemarked, which will allow them to be together, enjoy life and even live longer; not to mention Astra’s dog Bernie will go with them. Just when Astra decides she wants to be with Jack, a tragedy happens in the last minute, forcing Astra to be there for her friends. Will Astra ever see Jack again?

I loved the addition of Astra’s wonderful friends, who were always there for each other.  They were also there each Christmas holiday to visit Julemarked. I adored Bernie, the dog that Astra shared with her ex (he was a jerk), and loved how they girls all helped Astra get Bernie back totally. It was also fun to watch when Jack would go out with Astra and her friends to discover the outside world.

Once Upon a December was a magical, inspirational, heartwarming, lighthearted wonderful Christmas romance; filled with holiday spirit.  All the characters in this story were great.  Once Upon a December was so very well written by Amy E. Reichert.

Reviewed by Barb

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The Kindred Spirits Supper Club by Amy E. Reichert – Review, Excerpt & Giveaway

 

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Jobless and forced home to Wisconsin, journalist Sabrina Monroe can tolerate reunions with frenemies and kisses from old boyfriends, but not the literal ghosts that greet her in this heartwarming tale of the power of love and connection from acclaimed author Amy E. Reichert.

For Sabrina Monroe, moving back home to the Wisconsin Dells–the self-described Waterpark Capital of the World–means returning to the Monroe family curse: the women in her family can see spirits who come to them for help with unfinished business. But Sabrina’s always redirected the needy spirits to her mom, who’s much better suited for the job. The one exception has always been Molly, a bubbly rom-com loving ghost, who stuck by Sabrina’s side all through her lonely childhood.

Her personal life starts looking up when Ray, the new local restaurateur, invites Sabrina to his supper club, where he flirts with her over his famous Brandy Old-Fashioneds. He’s charming and handsome, but Sabrina tells herself she doesn’t have time for romance–she needs to focus on finding a job. Except the longer she’s in the Dells, the harder it is to resist her feelings for Ray. Who can turn down a cute guy with a fondness for rescue dogs and an obsession with perfecting his fried cheese curds recipe?

When the Dells starts to feel like home for the first time and with Ray in her corner, Sabrina begins to realize that she can make a difference and help others wherever she is.

Review:

The Kindred Spirits Supper Club by Amy E. Reichert is a wonderful standalone novel. Sabrina Monroe, our heroine, has returned home to Wisconsin Dells, after losing her journalist job.  Sabrina left home years before, as she could not handle the family curse, as well as the nasty mean girls who teased her as a psycho. The Monroe women have a curse, being able to see ghosts, those with unfinished business, with Sabrina having escaped when she left town.  Now back home in Wisconsin Dells, she sees the ghosts again.

Sabrina has always had anxiety attacks, but manages to leaves the spirits to her mom, but suddenly they begin to appear to her too.  Of course, the one ghost who has been with the family for years, is the delightful fun loving, Molly, who Sabrina has always loved since childhood. Sabrina gets a job to help save money, which she needs to eventually return to Washington again, but her boss is the evil Erika, one of the mean girls, who always brought her down.

Sabrina meets charming and hunky, Ray Jasper, who has started taking over the family-owned supper club, and he finds himself very attracted to her, though she has no interest in getting involved in any relationship.  Soon Ray manages to convince Sabrina to help him prepare for the annual gala, and offers to pay her top dollar, which she decides to accept.  Sabrina slowly begins to enjoy Ray’s company, especially when he starts defending her from Erika and her boyfriend’s constant rude comments.

What follows is a slow burn romance between Sabrina and Ray, with both falling for each other, but issues stand in the way.  Sabrina sees ghosts, and occasionally she will accidently answer their call for help, another reason as a child that Erika and her friends called her a psycho. Ray begins to hear some of her sudden comments, which Sabrina fears will push him away from her.  Will she tell Ray the truth, or leave Wisconsin Dells. 

I really enjoy this lighthearted fun story, and love both Sabrina and Ray together, loved their comradery, as well as the delicious recipes he made for her to try. The wonderful family secondary characters were also great, such as the fantastic Molly.  Most of all I did love Sabrina and how in time she was able to control her anxiety, continue to be caring to help the ghosts, and learn to deal with the insults from her enemies.  Ray was also great, as he did everything to build up his business, and his love for Sabrina was instrumental in helping her move forward.

The Kindred Spirits Supper Club was a fun, heartwarming romance, wonderful family and great characters, lots of enjoyment of good food, with a dash of paranormal (ghosts).  Amy E. Reichert did a wonderful job writing this fun story, and I suggest you read this book. 

Reviewed by Barb

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Two days, twenty-¬three hours, and thirty-¬two minutes. Almost three full days since Sabrina Monroe had last spoken to someone who wasn’t a relative. Her record was seven days, four hours, and fifty-¬five minutes, but still, almost three days was impressive. In her ideal world, she could continue the trend indefinitely, a sweet happily ever after of telecommuting and food delivery.

She sat in the center of a large indoor waterpark, the WWW (Wild World of Waterparks)—¬or Three Dub, as people had started calling it—¬the latest addition to the Waterpark Capital of the World. The fake boulders hadn’t yet acquired the usual dust and stuck gum, the colors still popped on the water slides, and the painted murals were not yet dimmed by years of exposure to eye-¬burning levels of chlorine. With her feet propped on a white plastic chair, identical to the one she sat in, Sabrina stopped scrolling through the news app on her phone when a stack of towels toppled off a neighboring table into a puddle. She scooped them up, draping the wet towels over chairbacks and setting the still-¬dry towels at the center of the table, then returned to her lounging position before anyone noticed. Her nieces and nephew, Arabella, Lilly, and Oscar, frolicked in the kiddie area, a three-¬tiered structure of rope bridges, water cannons, and small slides for the little ones not quite ready to brave the twisty four-¬story flumes. An enormous bucket dropped one thousand gallons of water every fifteen minutes with a clang, a roar, and a rush of wind that blew over a lazy river circling the entire room, where tubes bobbed like Froot Loops and tweens raced around floating adults, who scowled at their rambunctiousness.

It should have been difficult to take her nieces and nephew to a waterpark without speaking to other people, but she had bought the tickets online, then took refuge among the crowded tables while the kids played. Being alone was always easiest in a crowded, noisy location, and no room was louder or more crowded than an indoor water¬park on a rainy holiday weekend.

Within the confines of this humid, echoing warehouse, Sabrina avoided interacting with people by scrolling through the news on her phone. She didn’t notice the people who stood up with meerkat attentiveness. She didn’t notice the people swiping chairs from other tables. She didn’t notice a nearby angry, tattooed chair-¬swiping victim returning from the snack bar with a giant fully loaded margarita.

Dumb luck had her looking up from her phone at exactly the wrong moment.

She watched as the Refill-¬A-¬Rita catapulted out of the tattooed man’s hand, centrifugal force and a red plastic lid keeping most of the fire-¬engine-¬red contents inside until they collided with the bridge of her nose. Tequila-¬laden pseudo-¬strawberry slush exploded onto her hair down to her flip-¬flopped feet, staining her yellow swimsuit a sunset orange and obscuring her vision with kaleidoscoping stars from the surprising pain. Bent over in agony, Sabrina avoided the unexpectedly aerodynamic white plastic chair that followed the margarita as it arced over her head toward the chair swipers.

A man wearing colorful swim trunks emblazoned with red crustaceans fought back a smile as his eyes inspected the substance dripping from her head, confirming Sabrina’s ridiculous appearance. What right did he have to judge her? He had crabs on his pants. As he took a breath to speak, Sabrina broke her no-¬talking streak.

“Duck,” she said, pointing to his white plastic table as a cup of soda soared over them. Caught in food-¬fight cross fire, the man crouched under it and out of the fray. Now she could do the same.

Sabrina dropped to the ground and scooted to safety, wiping the worst of the overly sweet slop off her face, the alcohol and red dye stinging her eyes. The warring people around her shouted, more food and plastic water bottles skittered across the wet concrete, and soon tables stuttered as bodies shoved against them. The man huddled under his table an aisle over from her. Around them, the babble of water rushing, children screaming, and parents yelling echoed off the walls and windows, amplifying the noise.

From her location under the table, she could spot her charges scampering in the spraying water, oblivious to the commotion at the nearby tables.

Two beefy men shoved at each other like Greco-¬Roman wrestlers, hairy bellies bumping against each other. Feet stumbled past her table, knocking her phone into a waiting puddle. She snatched it out of the water as her heart raced. Not her phone. She didn’t have the money to replace it. She dried it off the best she could on a small, still-¬clean section of her swimsuit.

A pair of delicate feet stopped beside her table, followed by a cheerful face framed by chin–length bouncing blond curls. The woman’s edges blurred into a soft glow as if she stood in front of a lamp. With Ghost Molly, it was barely noticeable. More recently deceased spirits had a blur that made it obvious they were new to the afterlife, helping Sabrina and her mom recognize them.

“Whatcha doing, honey?”


 

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