Three Christmases by Kat Bastion & Stone Bastion
Series: No Weddings #4
Source: Review by Request
ARC Provided by the Authors
My Rating: 4.5 of 5 Stars
As the holiday season approaches in this fourth book in the No Weddings Series, Cade Michaelson strives to be better at balancing work and love, and Hannah Martin’s growing ability to trust is put to the test.
Lust and friendship brought us together, but with the increasing demands of my two businesses, Hannah’s thriving bakery, and our successful event-planning company, stability becomes my focus.
Then a once-in-a-lifetime career opportunity takes me to the West Coast, and everything goes into a tailspin.
Laughter, love, and excitement fill our lives, but Cade refuses to settle into the wonderful bliss we’ve found—he wants spectacular fireworks and an unshakable foundation. Driven like no one I’ve ever met, Cade insists a dream job across the country will be better for our future together, but I worry about whether we can survive the present apart.
When intimate time diminishes…and lives get more hectic…
Will a little bit of faith be all that it takes? Or will the sacrifice to get there be too great?
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A perfectly satisfying ending to a lovely romantic series!
I’d had a problem balancing my life before. But things were different now.
Hannah came first. And she supported me. She’d encouraged me to chase my dream.
But sometimes, dreams became nightmares.
The end to any series is a bittersweet thing… As readers, we crave happily ever afters for characters we’ve come to know and love, but it’s not always easy to let them go afterward.
I’m pleased to say I was quite satisfied Cade & Hannah’s Grand Finale!
This book had all the emotion, romance, laughter, and steam which I’ve come to expect from this series and it certainly went out with a bang!
Cade and Hannah met at a New Years Eve party – the one that inspired the creation of their party planning business, Invitation Only – They went from friendship to non-dating to love over the course of a year, and now New Years Eve comes back around again…
Invitation Only has Holiday parties scheduled at a dizzying rate, so we’re back to figuring out how to balance business with pleasure. With a few enormous new obstacles thrown in…
…I’d been a player who’d had girls’ numbers on a sticky note list, a damaged man who’d buried himself into business and accomplishment just to be able to wake up each morning. This New Year’s approached and I’d become a changed man, all because of one Ice Queen baker who’d melted my heart.
Cade will go down as one of my favorite Romance MCs – he is so open and honest. He’s genuine, believable, and he loves Hannah with his whole heart.
Cade spent the previous book desperately trying to find a balance between his skyrocketing professional life and his personal time with the woman he loves. He finally adjusted his priorities and put Hannah first, but a surprise career offer threatens to unravel everything.
“Why is it every time you and I finally get our footing, some ghost from the past creeps out of the woodwork and haunts us?”
Hannah had finally reached a comfortable place in her life – she and Cade have a thriving relationship, her business is absolutely booming, she’s more open socially, making and maintaining friendships, and the Michaelson Clan has welcomed her into their family with open arms.
She was at the top of the world when an email arrived from her estranged father (whom she has never met) – the email left her shaken, but it’s Cade’s career decisions which threaten to crumble her…
Other important changes happened with this book…
“…Running a worldwide corporation has never been on my radar.”
“For the right price, any course can be altered.”
It was a risk to shift into a split POV for the final book in the No Weddings series, but it was absolutely worth it. I don’t think the story would have held as much weight if the reader didn’t have both POVs to carry us through.
As I said earlier, Three Christmases upheld the tradition of laughter and love from the previous books, and you’ll be pleased to know that the sexytimes were superb…
For a series which had zero intercourse in its first book, The No Weddings Series really packed a punch in the bedroom…
and back yard…
and dressing room…
Not sorry in the least for my exemplary dressing-room conduct. I gave them a wide grin. “What’s up girls?”
Kendall rolled her eyes. “Two women gossiped about how some woman got the ride of her life in the dressing room.
Kiki smirked. “Took half a second to realize Hannah had been intercepted.”
Feeling smug, I glanced at Hannah whose olive skin had a beautiful pink blush. “She was intercepted spectacularly.”
Shaking her head, Kristen turned, muttering under her breath, “Heathen.”
I’ll never look at a dressing room the same way again…
Or cake frosting for that matter!
Note to self: Get into a naked frosting fight with a baker immediately.
Well folks, there you have it. The No Weddings series was just fabulous. I loved every moment of it, and I hope you’ll pick up the series and enjoy it as much as I did!
Cade intercepts Hannah while she’s shopping in THREE CHRISTMASES…
On the way up, Louis Armstrong’s “Cool Yule” played. I began to see racks of clothing beyond the white flocked Christmas trees that flanked the escalator. By the time the metal steps rotated up onto the second floor, I spotted her: dark brown hair, black jacket, a huge smile on her face.
Weaving my way through racks designed to clothesline unsuspecting shoppers, I walked over to her. Several items hung over her forearm, hangers dangling. Entirely too much material. Naked would be better.
“Nice burlap. They got bags with less fabric, more skin?”
A sales lady walked by, glaring at me.
“Lingerie,” I corrected, bowing my head in respect to her store. “I meant nice lingerie.”
The woman’s narrowing eyes made me think she didn’t appreciate my brand of humor.
Hannah burst out laughing.
“What are you doing here, anyway?” Pulling a see-through number off the rack, she flipped it over. Its lacy back plunged low and had a tiny pink bow at the bottom.
I imagined the pink bow hanging above her bottom and took a deep breath. “Thought I’d swing by, see how you were doing.”
She glanced over her shoulder, regarding me for a moment before a gentle smile curved her lips. “Good, I kinda missed you.”
Then she turned fully around. “Here, hold these.” She shifted her load into my arms, and I fumbled with a mass of silk that had no substance. I finally clamped a tight fist around the damned mess to keep from dropping them.
Without looking up from the rack as she slid hangers from right to left with rhythmic clicks, she gave a large yawn. “Your sisters will be up here in a few.”
She continued to scan the clothes, as if I hadn’t just shown up to save her from her shopping catatonicness. In no mood for a nap for either of us, I scanned the area for busybody customers and glaring sales ladies. Satisfied everyone in the vicinity was either preoccupied, or heading in the opposite direction, I bent down, brushing my lips against her ear.
“How about we go try these burlap bags on?”
She turned toward me, arching her brows. “We?”
“We. I’m your dressing-room assistant.”
Instead of debating, she scoped out the surrounding area like an illicit undercover champ. Damn, I loved how she switched from an innocent shopper to a lewd partner in crime in half a heartbeat.
Eyes scanning all around, she grabbed my hand and yanked me toward the dressing rooms. “We have about ten minutes.”
“I’ll have you biting a scream into my shoulder in five.”
With a stern look, she held a finger up to her lips—code for shut the fuck up or you won’t get any. As we entered the seemingly abandoned women’s dressing-room area, a row of closed doors stretched out on either side. Hannah led me toward the right, to a propped-open door in the middle. When the door clicked shut, I tossed the lingerie I’d been carrying onto the leather cube in the corner.
We wasted no time. Hannah ripped her jacket off. Grabbing the hem of her shirt, I yanked it over her head while she fumbled with my belt buckle. I left her bra on and went for her jeans.
When I struggled with her button, I growled. “Here. We have nine minutes.” I pulled her hands from my fly and put them on hers. If I wanted to bring her to orgasm, we needed to get a move on.
I ripped my fly open and sprang free while she shimmied out of her jeans. And for a few brief seconds, I could only stare in awe-filled wonder. Black lace bra, black thong, and Hannah’s endless curves. These are a few of my favorite things.
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About the Authors:
Award-winning and bestselling romance author Kat Bastion has teamed up with her husband Stone Bastion to create the new contemporary romance series No Weddings.
A few factoids about the writing team…
Kat enjoys her chocolate rich and dark, her music edgy and soul-filling, and her vacations exotic with toes dug into the sand. And she’s wildly, madly, deeply in love with Stone.
Stone likes pounding the trails on a mountain bike, vibrating the sound system with rock music, and down time spent on a stand up paddleboard. And he loves Kat wildly, madly, deeply…and then some.
Together, they’re having a blast bringing fun-filled romantic stories to life and hope you’ll join them in the exciting adventure.
Kat’s first published work, Utterly Loved, was a twentieth anniversary gift of love poems to Stone that they decided to share with the world to benefit charity. Net proceeds from Utterly Loved, and a portion of net proceeds from all their books, go toward charities involved in the fight against human trafficking.
Kat and Stone live amid the beautiful Sonoran Desert of Arizona.