"Touching story of love and miracles." - Bestselling Author Chantel Rhondeau
Juliette Martin does not ever want to celebrate Christmas again, not when it means reliving the last one after her six-year-old son, Jeremiah, passed away on Christmas Eve.
She and husband, Gabe, find themselves snowed in at a mountain cabin with a pair of strays. Juliette desperately needs a miracle to save her marriage and restore her faith in God. Can a stray dog and an orphan boy help her believe in the magic of Christmas and the power of love?
Christmas Stray is a 2016 Readers' Favorite Gold Award Winner
Genre: FICTION / Romance / GeneralThis story is well-reviewed and has been selling steadily, ranking in the top 50 in its category in Canada and top 300 in the US. It's a heartwarming and short (20000) word story that also sells well in paperback form. It deals with a couple's grief after losing their young son to leukemia and finding miracles again, which makes it a wonderful gift book.
The little cabin was almost perfect. Remote, tucked beneath fir and pine trees, rustic, and private. Snowdrifts were piled on each side of the plowed driveway, and the snow-covered tin roof was sloped at a steep angle just like in the Alps.
As soon as her husband, Gabe, shut off the ignition, Juliette Martin pounced out the door of their Mercedes Benz. She hadn’t spoken to him the last two hours of the drive, not since he mentioned the Christmas tree.
Sure enough, there was a tree twinkling with lights in the window of the cabin. Juliette pulled out her cell phone to call the management company.
“Ah, it looks quite lovely, don’t you think?” Her husband massaged her shoulders.
“Lovely or not, I specified no Christmas decorations. They need to remove the tree.”
She spoke to the management company while Gabe retrieved the key from the lockbox.
“Let’s go in and warm up,” he said. “I still don’t see why you don’t want the tree. It’s not as if it has any of our own ornaments on it.”
A pang of grief caught in her throat. Gabe really didn’t understand. Either that, or he was tired of her being an emotional wreck. This getaway was supposed to revive their marriage. From the looks of it, it was more like the last gasp of a beached whale.
“I don’t want a tree. No decorations. Nothing.” She followed Gabe into the cabin. “I thought you told them.”
Which was why she was so angry with him. He’d meant for them to have a tree. He knew about it when he mentioned it two hours back, and darn it all, he knew exactly how she felt.
He feathered his fingers down the side of her neck and peered into her eyes. “Hey, I thought it would cheer you up. Us coming here to create new memories.”
Juliette melted, a little. Her husband was a kind man, ...
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Translated by Marie Villeval
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Author review: Very nice working with Marie. Also, had a French reader look at the translation and she said it was really good. Merci! |
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Translated by Irene Aprile
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Author review: Irene is a hard worker and very reliable. I'm so happy she is translating my stories. |
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Portuguese
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Translated by Vera Cristina Neves
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Author review: Worked really fast. Enjoy communicating with her. |
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Spanish
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Translated by Cinta Garcia de la Rosa
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Author review: Another awesome job! I love working with Cinta. Muchas gracias! |
