Review of In Mistletoe, Tour, and Giveaway!



In Mistletoe by Tammy L. Bailey

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

Publication Date: December 2, 2016


Always the one to take care of her mother and sister, Danielle, Grace goes to Mistletoe, Washington to find Danielle, who has run away just weeks before her wedding. There she requests the help of Ayden, a former Army officer and ladies man. In exchange for helping Grace to find Danielle, he asks that Grace pretend to be his girlfriend so that his matchmaking sister, Maggie, who has plastered flyers all over town trying to set him up for the Christmas Eve Eve dance, will stop nagging him.

I had a hard time getting into In Mistletoe. Initially I found the character of Grace to be a doormouse, which seemed to contradict the fact that she took care of her mother and sister. In some of the first scenes she also came across as a bit of a ditz. However, the more I read, the more I liked.

The romance between Grace and Ayden is slow to take hold. He’s used to women being attracted to him and falling in love with him. Grace is attracted to him, but she refuses to be just another number. However, neither can stop the smoldering attraction they have for each other, which is one of the huge draws of In Mistletoe.

Both Ayden and Grace have a lot of baggage: Ayden because he’s shut himself off emotionally and Grace because she undervalues herself. Together they manage to start removing the baggage and open up to each other.

I found this to be the perfect little Christmas romance with all of the ingredients of Christmas music, getting the tree, decorations, mistletoe and sweet, sweet romance. The characters who make up Mistletoe, Washington also bring the story very much to life.

Let me not forget to mention that Danielle’s disappearance also adds a touch of mystery—where was she and what was she doing?

In Mistletoe is a charming take on Christmas romance with a little something for everyone.

I received an ARC in exchange for an honest review.

rating: butterflybutterflybutterflybutterflyladybug (4 butterflies and a ladybug out of 5 butterflies)


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Author Info

tammy_baileyTammy L. Bailey grew up in historical Appomattox, Virginia and moved to Ohio the day after she graduated high school. A third generation veteran, she joined the Army National Guard in 1988, served five years in the active duty Army, and retired as a Master Sergeant from the Ohio Air National Guard in 2011. She is a wife and a mother of two boys. She is a huge Jane Austen fan and loves watching Jane Austen movie adaptations.

When she’s not writing contemporary or historical romance, she enjoys Star Wars movie night with her 10-year-old son and going to drumming practice with her 13-year-old son. Fall is her favorite season, the B-17 is her favorite plane, and Hawkeye is her favorite Avenger.

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“Do you like rum cake?” he asked to keep himself from having to reevaluate all the reasons again. He admitted Wilhelmina Hawthorne’s dessert was more alcohol than flour, but anything to keep Grace from leaving him to go check her text messages in case the damn wish somehow made it through…not that he believed in the folklore in the first place.

“Sure, but I’m not very good with liquor.” She tucked a piece of dark hair behind her ear.

He chuckled, imagining her getting wild and disrobing on top of his antique coffee table.

“So, what happens with you and alcohol?”

She smiled. “I don’t take off my clothes, if that what you’re asking.”


She laughed but lifted a dainty finger as if to give him a warning. “I fall asleep, so I can have some cake, but keep in mind there’s a very good chance my face will fall flat into the plate after my third bite.”

“I’ll take that chance.”

“It’s your call.” She shrugged. He left her to retrieve Wilhelmina’s prized rum cake, deciding to bring the entire Bundt-shaped dessert with two forks resting on each side. When he entered the room, he found Grace sitting in quiet contemplation, her attention focused on the dormant redbrick fireplace. Since he’d installed the gas furnace several years before, he’d not had any desire to light the fireplace up again, even when his dates hinted several times of how romantic it would be to cuddle before a crackling fire.

“Are you cold?” he asked.

She peered up, startled. “No, I’m fine.” She tried to stifle a shiver, and he sat the plate down and ambled away to retrieve some logs from his deck. Despite not using the fireplace, he understood the importance of keeping it ready for emergencies. It took several minutes, but he managed to build a popping fire, the sweet aroma of sizzling sap filling the space with a comforting fragrance. She moved to sit beside him, bringing the blanket his mother made with her.

“This feels wonderful.” Grace closed her eyes and let the flickering light kiss her cheeks.

“Yes.” He sat captivated by her entranced features, realizing how he’d reminisced about kissing her, every glorious inch of her. “Are you ready for some football…and cake?” He projected his voice above the tone of his own thoughts. Her lids flew open, and he wondered where she’d been these last few moments, and with whom. The thought unsettled him.

“Are you ready to carry me up a flight of stairs?”

He cocked his head and narrowed his eyes. “Only if you’re fully naked.”

“How did I know you were going to say that?” She sighed and maneuvered around so the cake sat between them on the short coffee table. As he flipped the game on and muted the volume, she lifted a small bite to her lips when he reached out to stop her.

She gave him a quizzical look. “What’s the matter?”

“How about we make this interesting?”

She drew back, and he knew she didn’t trust his motives. “How…interesting?”

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