FYI, a person who needs help make pleas, not make demands.Ĥ. When Jack stumbled onto Bea's doorstep, he was a bleeding stranger who demanded like it was his own home. Bea wanted to go back to her old self before marrying her husband but how can she move on and find love again when she never left the estate for 2 years since her husband's death? It's not as if a man will come falling down from heaven.ģ. Alas, I should had followed my gut feeling and closed it.ġ. After reading 2 chapters, I felt like not continuing it, however, pursued it for it was only a short read. Most of the time they were super mega idiotic. There were too many things in this story that annoyed me and gave me a headache.

Perhaps it was free when I downloaded it.

I wonder why this e-book was in my library. Jack Emerson, he immediately starts to shake up our young closed-off widow’s ordered existence.Īfter reading no less than 5 works written by JE, I should have learned my lesson and followed my instincts not to read this novella. Memories of their life together, so perfect and blissful, until one snowy night when everything was torn asunder. Arguably it has sent her a little insane as she now doesn’t leave the house, closes all the curtains for the whole winter period and just generally appears to have stopped living.Īfter his abrupt passing she clung to her grief as one might a child, using it to anchor herself to the memories of a man she would never see again. Bea or Lady Beatric Tumbley at the start of the book is still clearly grief-stricken over the unexpected death of her husband Jeffrey. It was a light, easy, quick read that I finished within a day. Anyway enough with my insanity and on with the actual review for The Christmas Widow by Jillian Eaton. I could dance around the house and pretend I was a princess from the olden days. It is so pretty that I don’t even care that I have absolutely no where to wear it. She loves horses, coffee, getting email from readers, ducks, and staying up late finishing a good book.I want that dress.

When she isn't writing, Jillian is doing her best to keep up with her 5-year-old and two-year-old twins - all boys. Jillian Eaton grew up in Maine and now resides in Pennsylvania.