Review: Cold Feet at Christmas

Cold Feet at Christmas by Debbie Johnson
My rating: 1 of 5 stars

DNF at 75%.

Leah Harvey finds her fiance boffing one of the bridesmaids at their wedding and runs off (in the groom's vintage car) only to find herself stranded in the Scottish countryside. Dressed only in a flimsy silk wedding dress and Jimmy Choo stilettos (does he even do flats?), she starts walking cross-country in the snow towards distant lights. The lights belong to a lonely cottage, rented for the season by Rob(erto) Cavelli, an American billionaire who hates Christmas and likes to spend the season alone, drinking whisky, in a scottish cottage he rents every year. One thing leads to another and Rob and Leah decide to have a no-strings attached holiday fling. But when Christmas is over Rob invites Leah to come to Chicago to start afresh, the deal being that they must go back to being just friends. Of course both Leah and Rob have deep dark secrets that colour their beliefs and behaviours, in Rob's case this makes him a hypocritical, judgemental, neurotic, unhinged, self-obsessed jerk. In Leah's case this makes her a bit of a doormat, although apparently irresistible to the opposite sex.

I was under the mistaken impression that this was a novella, I started reading it months ago, lost interest and picked it up again this week hoping that the Christmas season would make the book more engaging. Sadly it didn't, when Leah and Rob got to Chicago all I wanted to do was wring Rob's neck and give Leah a good shaking. Having read 75% of the novel I couldn't bear to read another page which is a pity because Debbie Johnson is a must-read author for me.

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