'Tis the Season. Robyn Carr

      

      Together for the first time in one volume, two classic holiday stories—plus a bonus novella!—from #1 New York Times bestselling author Robyn Carr

      ’Tis the season for family, friendship and the thrill of a holiday romance…

      Under the Christmas Tree

      With snow falling over the redwood forests, secluded Virgin River is the ideal place to spend the holidays. Each year, the close-knit community gathers in the town square to decorate and light a massive tree. Carols are sung, hot chocolate is shared—and a surprise left under the Christmas tree is about to bring two special people together!

      Midnight Confessions

      Holiday kisses don’t end with Christmas—there’s still the New Year’s Eve party at Jack’s Bar to attend. Locals and newcomers alike find themselves eager for that special countdown…and that midnight kiss.

      So join us in Virgin River this year, where Robyn Carr’s trademark humor, warmth and sincerity will have you celebrating the festive season in your favorite mountain town.

Praise for #1 New York Times and #1 USA TODAY bestselling author

       ROBYN CARR

      “As usual, Carr delves into the lives of others in town, laying the groundwork for future books.

      This cozy read satisfies.”

      —Publishers Weekly on The Chance

      “Carr focuses her superior storytelling on one couple for a can’t-put-down read.”

      —RT Book Reviews on The Chance

      “A touch of danger and suspense make the latest in Carr’s Thunder Point series a powerful read.”

      —RT Book Reviews on The Hero

      “With her trademark mixture of humor, realistic conflict, and razor-sharp insights, Carr brings Thunder Point to vivid life.”

      —Library Journal on The Newcomer

      “No one can do small-town life like Carr.”

      —RT Book Reviews on The Wanderer

      “Carr has hit her stride with this captivating series.”

      —Library Journal on the Virgin River series

      #1 New York Times Bestselling Author

      ’Tis the Season

      Under the Christmas Tree

      Midnight Confessions

      Backward Glance

      Robyn Carr

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      CONTENTS

       Cover

       Back Cover Text

Praise

       Title Page

Under the Christmas Tree

One

Two

Three

       Four

       Five

       Six

       Midnight Confessions

       One

       Two

       Three

       Four

       Five

       Six

       Seven

       Backward Glance

       One

       Two

       Three

       Four

       Five

       Six

       Seven

       Eight

       Nine

       Endpage

       Copyright

Under the Christmas Tree

      Robyn Carr

One

      During the Christmas holidays a side trip through Virgin River was a must; the town had recently begun erecting a thirty-foot tree in the center of town, decorated in red, white, blue and gold and topped with a great big powerful star. It dominated the little town, and people came from miles around to see it. The patriotic theme of the decorations set it apart from all other trees. Local bar owner Jack Sheridan joked that he expected to see the three wise men any minute, that star was so bright.

      Annie McKenzie didn’t pass through Virgin River very often. It was out of her way when driving from Fortuna, where she lived, to her parents’ farm near Alder Point. It was a cute little town and she liked it there, especially the bar and grill owned by Jack Sheridan. People there met you once, maybe twice, and from that point on, treated you like an old friend.

      She was on her way to her folks’ place when, at the last moment, she decided to detour through Virgin River. Since it was the week after Thanksgiving, she hoped they’d started on the tree. It was a calm and sunny Monday afternoon and very cold, but her heart warmed when she pulled into town and saw that the tree was up and decorated. Jack was up on an A-frame ladder straightening out some trimmings, and standing at the foot of the ladder, looking up, was Christopher, the six-year-old son of Jack’s cook, Preacher.

      Annie got out of her truck and walked over. “Hey, Jack,” she yelled up. “Looking good!”

      “Annie! Haven’t seen you in a while. How are your folks?”

      “They’re great. And your family?”

      “Good.” He looked around. “Uh-oh. David?” he called. Then he looked at Christopher as he climbed down the ladder. “Chris, you were going to help keep an eye on him. Where did he go? David?” he called again.

      Then Chris called, “David! David!”

      They both walked around the tree, checked the bar porch and the backyard, calling his name. Annie stood there, not sure whether to help or just stay out of their way, when the lowest boughs of the great