The Christmas Escape
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Praise for the novels of Sarah Morgan
“The ultimate road-trippin’ beach read and just what we all need after the long lockdown.”
—Booklist, starred review, on The Summer Seekers
“Warm, funny and often insightful, The Summer Seekers is a satisfying dose of escapism with plenty of heart.”
—Shelf Awareness on The Summer Seekers
“Morgan expertly avoids cliché and easy fixes, resulting in a deeply believable portrait of a family relearning how to love each other. Readers will be delighted.”
—Publishers Weekly, starred review, on One More for Christmas
“Sarah Morgan’s writing always hits me right in the feels.”
—Harlequin Junkie on Family for Beginners
“Morgan’s gently humorous aesthetic will leave readers feeling optimistic and satisfied.”
—Publishers Weekly on A Wedding in December
“Packed full of love, loss, heartbreak, and hope, this may just be Morgan’s best book yet.”
—Booklist on One Summer in Paris
“The perfect gift for readers who relish heartwarming tales of sisters and love.”
—Booklist on The Christmas Sisters
“Her lovingly created characters come to life, the dialog rings true, and readers will fly through the pages and then wish for more.”
—Library Journal, starred review, on How to Keep a Secret
Sarah Morgan
The Christmas Escape
To Dawn, with much love.
Sarah Morgan is a USA TODAY and Sunday Times bestselling author of contemporary romance and women’s fiction. She has sold more than eighteen million copies of her books and her trademark humor and warmth have gained her fans across the globe. Sarah lives with her family near London, England, where the rain frequently keeps her trapped in her office. Visit her at www.sarahmorgan.com.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
Excerpt from Beach House Summer by Sarah Morgan
1
Robyn
She hadn’t dared hope that this might happen.
Someone less cynical might have thought of it as a Christmas miracle, but Robyn no longer believed in miracles. She was terrified, but layered under the terror was a seam of something else. Hope. The kaleidoscope of emotions inside her matched the swirl and shimmer of color in the sky. Here in Swedish Lapland, north of the Arctic Circle, the unpolluted skies and clear winter nights made for frequent sightings of the northern lights.
She heard the door open behind her, heard the soft crunch of footsteps on deep snow and then felt Erik’s arms slide around her.
“Come inside. It’s cold.”
“One more minute. I need to think...” She’d always done her best thinking here, in this wild land where nature dominated, where a human felt insignificant beneath the expanse of pink-tinted sky. Everything she’d ever done that was foolish, selfish, risky or embarrassing shrank in importance because this place didn’t care.