As we're told in the synopsis, Thanks to a transatlantic house swap, California girl Ashley Turner is finally going to fulfill her lifelong dream of a proper English Christmas. Her holiday plans did not include a sexy stranger climbing into her borrowed bed in the middle of the night. But in the light of day, Ashley can't help but wonder if Santa has delivered early...
Game designer Oliver Stansfeld can't wait to leave dreary London—and all its difficult holiday memories—for sunny San Diego. But a freak ice storm and a grounded plane have forced him back to his already-occupied flat. To make up for the mix-up, the least he can do is show his pretty houseguest where to get the perfect Christmas tree before he leaves.
Seeing Christmastime London through Ashley’s American eyes was the perfect way to enter into this sweet, clever, poignant “cabin” romance. And who doesn’t like snowy cabin romances where nature provides a reason for two people to meet and fall in love?
The story opens with Oliver’s Christmas tragedy of sorts: Airport’s closed. All flights canceled. All day. Three days before Christmas and one of the world’s busiest airports was closed due to a cold snap they’d been unprepared for. Didn’t that just say it all? If America was the land of optimism, Britain was the home of everything going tits-up. Oliver is a realist about the situation whereas Ashley’s head is filled with Love Actually and A Christmas Carol. Even Oliver’s vocabulary delights her, Ashley knew she should protest, tell him not to start a fight on her behalf, but oh my God a hot British guy was calling someone a wanker.
Oliver and Ashley both have pasts that make Christmas a troubling time for them—Oliver’s sister and flat mate died last Christmas. His sister lived with him because of circumstances that haunt him still. Ashley and her mother endured years of poverty with Christmases that were rich in love and symbolism, exemplified by the yearly ornament Ashley’s mother made for her. Ashley too is alone now.
Ashley takes a serious tumble on the ice and Oliver feels totally responsible, It was all he could say. For the second time in his life, a young woman lay broken in front of him, the victim of his stupid decisions. While Ashley and Oliver sit around, slowly getting to know each other, more memories start to emerge. Christmas had always been very important to Oliver’s sister—one of the reasons he wanted to escape to sunny spicy San Diego. Ashley picks up on this, Yesterday she’d caught glimpses of a man preoccupied by something, a man who seemed to be struggling with sadness.
Their interchanges about food and expectations are delightful, …his head snapped forward again, and the sparkle returned to his eyes. “I’ve got it. Brick Lane. Indian curry? He tells Ashley to forget fish and chips or Yorkshire puds or anything else you might’ve heard about. Chicken tikka masala is our national dish.
Lest you worry that Kat Latham’s novella is all gloom and memories of doom, it isn’t. Oliver is the perfect host, opening his heart and city to the lonely young American, telling her it’s because you shine with happiness, angel. He dangles the traditional treat of a panto before her and she asks um, is that a word I should know? Oliver is shocked to his core. Laying it all on the line, he says, That’s it. I’m taking your Dickens away and showing you modern London later. Prepare yourself for…
This seems like a good time to leave Ollie and Ashley. Ashley has come to London armed with Charles Dickens, candy-cane underwear (the gift of her stateside roomies) and a desire to suck the marrow out of every moment of this trip. Oliver, understanding Ashley’s all-American wish to have a man beside her who puts some effort in the wooing and the mood of burgeoning love, goes all-in on love and finds the courage, with a few twists and turns, to face his future. I enjoyed this tasty and occasionally tart Christmas punch—a lovely holiday treat.