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    Kentucky Christmas
    Kentucky Christmas
    Kentucky Christmas
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    Kentucky Christmas

    By Sarah Title

    3.5/5

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    A sweet and sexy holiday romance in the Southern Comfort series—set in Hollow Bend, Kentucky, where love (and laughter) are just around the corner.

    When Andrew Bateman rolls into town in the midst of a snowstorm, his first thought is that the place is hardly big enough for a dog crate, let alone the vet practice he’s looking for. Next thing he knows, his life is flashing in front of him—a depressingly short flash—as he skids right into the side of the local bar. 

    Things start looking up when the vision he wakes to is not the Angel of Death, but a doctor. Well, actually a vet. Make that a vet tech, wearing red mittens. Who invites him home, where every inch is covered in holiday sparkles, cookies to be decorated, and an odd assortment of stray dogs, cats and puppies . . .

    There’s nothing merrier than a white Christmas in Kentucky!
     
    Praise for Sarah Title’s Southern Comfort Romance series

    “Wild, witty, and wonderful.”—Jo Goodman, New York Times bestselling author
     
    “Quite a sexy book.”—USAToday.com
     
    “A really cute and fun story . . . It’s sexy and made me laugh!”—Smexy Books

    “A fast-paced read that provided just as many smiles from the humor as it did sizzles from the romance.”—The Book Diva’s Reads
    LanguageEnglish
    PublishereOriginals
    Release dateDec 1, 2013
    ISBN9781601831163
    Kentucky Christmas
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    Sarah Title

    Sarah Title has worked as a barista, a secretary, a furniture painter, and once managed a team of giant walking beans. She currently leads a much more normal life as a librarian in West Virginia. She is the author of the novels Kentucky Home and Two Family Home. She comments irregularly and insightfully on her blog, Title, Author (www.sarahtitle.com).

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      Kentucky Christmas by Sarah Title is a great pick if you are looking for a quick holiday read. I read it in a little over an hour or so, and it was one of those sweet, uncomplicated kind of books that I just love reading during this time of the year.The book begins with Andrew Bateman accepting a job from his cousin as a veterinary supply salesman after he gets laid off from his real job as IT support for a law firm. He is not a very good salesman and is wanting to get through this last stop in a small town in Kentucky so he can head back North for home. Andrew gets lost while looking for a place to spend the night, and ends up sliding on the snow and crashing his car into the side of the local bar in Hollow Bend. He opens his eyes to find a woman with red mittens assisting him out of the car. The woman is Billie Morgan, a veterinary tech who is also the daughter of the vet that Andrew is supposed to be selling some new equipment to. After an overnight stay at the local hospital, the garage gives Andrew a car and he heads out to the vet's house while waiting for his car to be repaired. Having no place to stay, Billie offers to let him stay with her and her dad, and while he is there he not only fixes her computer, but also repairs the machine that he is supposed to be replacing with the equipment from his cousin's company. Of course there is a romantic attraction, as there always is in these types of books, and Andrew may just find love in the last place he would have expected.As I mentioned, this is a very short story. I would have loved to read more. I have always enjoyed these silly, sappy holiday romances and this is yet another that I will add to my collection. It was a fun little read, and I absolutely adored this sweet story.I received this ebook through NetGalley in exchange for my honest review.

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    Chapter 1

    Andrew Bateman hated snow.

    He was batting a thousand on this trip, really. He hated snow, he hated driving, and he hated selling people stuff they probably didn’t need. He especially hated sales. But if his cousin hadn’t given him this job, he’d be living with his mother. Once a man passes thirty, he doesn’t like the idea of moving back in with his mother.

    That was another thing he hated. Being thirty-one. Thirty was not so bad. Thirty-one seemed like: no turning back now, buddy. And what was he doing with his life? He was Midwest Regional Sales Rep for Bateman Veterinary Supply, and kind of sucking at that. He’d made about three sales in Indiana. Now he was just hoping for the next appointment to go well so he could go back to his dinky apartment above his cousin’s garage and watch everyone sing Christmas songs and drink eggnog and get fat.

    He looked quickly at his Smartphone. No reception. Dammit. His cousin had warned him about two things: one, that in Kentucky horse country, veterinary supplies were big money, and if they wanted to break into the market, they’d have to start small; and two, don’t get lost on any dirt roads. It was late, and he was beginning to feel lost as soon as he pulled off the Interstate. He thought he would just be able to find a place to stay, then call on . . . whoever it was early in the morning, then start the long drive back.

    But when he pulled off the interstate, there were no hotels. No restaurants, not even street lights. He was beginning to think his cousin was playing one of his practical jokes, the kind that made Ed laugh and made Andrew end up with his pants around his ankles or stone-drunk in a biker bar. Kentucky wasn’t even in the Midwest. He tapped his GPS, and it sputtered a direction at him. It had only worked sporadically since he’d crossed the border. Maybe he was imagining that. Southern Indiana was pretty hilly; surely he’d had reception problems there, too. All he knew was that the satellite wouldn’t pick up the signal unless he tapped it. He was used to electronic equipment behaving when he asked it to, but he was having no luck now. He would have just turned it off and followed signs to—what was the town called?—Hollow Bend, said the nice lady on the GPS, but there were no signs. Only darkness, and hills, and snow.

    Billie Monroe loved snow.

    She loved that feeling of putting on her snow boots and zipping her coat up to her chin and seeing her breath as she walked everywhere because it was too dangerous to drive. Besides, it hardly ever snowed in Hollow Bend, at least not enough to stick, and never this early in the winter. She was going to enjoy it.

    She tried her best to skip as she approached the entrance to the Cold Spot, Hollow Bend’s answer to a hipster hangout. Of course, there were no hipsters in Hollow Bend, so the Cold Spot adjusted accordingly. Everyone was happier with a honky-tonk anyway.

    Her best friend, Katie Carson, was standing outside, shivering without her coat and talking to Trevor Blank, who was smoking a cigarette. And shivering. Billie rolled her eyes. These two were doing their dance again. She had gone out with Trevor once or twice—every girl in town had—but found him a little . . . dumb. That’s not very nice, she thought. But man, it was true. All those beautiful farm muscles and she still couldn’t. It was hard to get too excited over a guy who thought Shakespeare was a fancy mixed drink.

    Billie called out and Katie nodded in greeting, keeping her hands under her arms. But her face lit up in a big smile.

    Nice hat, Monroe, she said.

    You don’t like it? Billie said, fingering the red pom-pom bouncing on her head. You’re just jealous because Miss Libby made a hat for me and not for you.

    Oh, she made me a hat, said Katie, smiling. I just conveniently lost it in the woods. In eighth grade.

    I like it, offered Trevor with a shrug. So cute, thought Billie. So cute and so, so dumb.

    Thank you, Trevor.

    He smiled at her. Not happening, thought Billie. You better stake your claim on Katie while Chase isn’t around.

    Where’s my brother? Katie asked, stomping from one foot to the other. I thought you said he was coming.

    Ugh, he’s staying home, said Billie. Today is the two-month anniversary of his coming back to work with my dad, she told Trevor, but he said we celebrated enough on the one-month anniversary.

    And he wanted to get home to his pregnant wife?

    He told you? Billie asked. Mal had been really sick shortly after she and Keith got back from their honeymoon, but she was still walking around with moony eyes. Keith was much worse, twice as moony as Mal, and every time she passed him, he would put his hands over her belly. For a man who barely spoke, Keith Carson was terrible at keeping secrets.

    No. We all figured it out when they came over for dinner last week. He wouldn’t let Mal lift anything, and the green bean casserole made her throw up. Miss Libby hasn’t stopped crying since.

    Yeah, when he came into the office last week, Keith couldn’t stop smiling, even when he had to pull half a dish towel and a wristwatch out of the Coopers’ dachshund.

    Well, I guess we’re drinking alone, said Katie, opening the door.

    I’ll keep you ladies company, said Trevor, following her inside.

    Billie shook her head. She should be annoyed that her impromptu celebration was turning into another third-wheel night, but she couldn’t muster it up. She’d been a good girl

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