I got engaged on Christmas Eve.
My husband and I had plenty of opportunities to meet prior to actually meeting. Both my husband and I had come home from the same college and transferred to the same school closer to our parent’s homes. Our classes had been next door to each other. Still, we’d never met, despite having some of the same friends and living within fairly close proximity to each other. I’m sure we had to have seen each other at a party, or at a game, or simply walking down the street, but I can’t remember ever actually seeing him before. Despite all these opportunities, it took the internet to finally bring us together. I met him online amongst the millions of other people out there in the world. Not on Match.com or anything like that, just a fluke meeting in a chat room discussing our school. What are the odds?
We were good friends first. We did finally meet in person – it was impossible not to after we learned just who the other person was. Our classes were right there next to each other and we knew many of the same people. Months later, we finally made it official and became a couple.
Later that year, we moved into a small house in a working class neighborhood. We were poor college students with minimum wage paying jobs, but somehow we made it work. We didn’t know what we didn’t have – we were happy just being together. I saved what little money I could to buy him a couple Christmas presents. He loved Fannie Mae fudge, so I bought a pound of it.
That Christmas Eve he proposed. He wrote me a letter, got down on one knee, and presented a beautiful, modest, diamond ring. While he was proposing, our fairly large rescue dog had gotten into the fudge. We managed to get it out of the dog’s mouth, but it was beyond saving. At the time, I was devastated. He’d gotten me a ring, and I’d given him uneatable fudge. But he didn’t care – he was happy just going out and looking at Christmas lights with me.
That is one of my favorite Christmas memories. It was before we cared about things like fancy cars or vacations. We didn’t have that much, but it didn’t matter. It was really one of those Lifetime movie of Christmases, where all that matters is being in love and spending time with your friends and family.
I love a good romance, and author Meggan Connors knows how to write good romances. This is one of my favorite books…
When Kenneth Mackay, long-banished rogue and thief, returns to the Mackay holding at the request of his brother, he has no idea what he might find. He certainly doesn’t expect to be confronted with his twin’s imminent death, or with the plan his brother has concocted. Ten years before, Malcolm made a tragic mistake, and, to preserve the family name—and his own skin—he allowed Kenneth to take the fall. Now that he is dying without an heir, Malcolm plans to atone for his mistake: by giving Kenneth his life back. All Kenneth has to do is assume his brother’s identity. But complicating matters is the unexpected return of Lady Isobel Mackay, the daughter of an English marquess and the wife Malcolm didn’t want.
Isobel barely knows the husband who abandoned her even before their marriage, and she’d long since given up on having a real marriage with him. Yet when she returns to the Mackay holding far earlier than expected, she finds her husband a changed man. Despite the hurt between them, Isobel’s heart responds to this man who cares for his entire clan as if they were family. Who, for the first time, cares for her as if she is, too.
Falling in love with her husband had never been part of Isobel’s plan. But when their future is suddenly in peril, Isobel must find a way to save him—from himself and from the deception threatening to tear them apart.
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