The Nine Lives of Christmas

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Two people are about to discover that when it comes to finding love, sometimes Christmas magic isn’t enough…sometimes it takes a pesky orange cat named Ambrose.

When a guy is in trouble, he starts making deals with his Creator…and Ambrose the cat is no exception. In danger of losing his ninth and final life, Ambrose makes a desperate plea to the universe.  He’ll do anything—anything!—if he can just survive and enjoy a nice long, final life. His prayer is answered ...

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Overview

Two people are about to discover that when it comes to finding love, sometimes Christmas magic isn’t enough…sometimes it takes a pesky orange cat named Ambrose.

When a guy is in trouble, he starts making deals with his Creator…and Ambrose the cat is no exception. In danger of losing his ninth and final life, Ambrose makes a desperate plea to the universe.  He’ll do anything—anything!—if he can just survive and enjoy a nice long, final life. His prayer is answered when a stranger comes along and saves him—and now it looks like he has to hold up his end of the bargain.

The stranger turns out to be a firefighter named Zach, who’s in need of some serious romantic help. If Ambrose can just bring Zach together with Merilee, the nice lady who works at Pet Palace, it’s bound to earn him a healthy ninth life.  Unfortunately for Ambrose, his mission is a lot harder than he ever thought.  Merriliee is way too shy to make the first move on a ladies man like Zach, and Zach thinks he’s all wrong for a nice girl like Merrilee.  Now it’s going to take all of Ambrose’s feline wiles—and maybe even a good old fashioned Christmas miracle—to make them both realize that what they’re looking for is right in front of their eyes.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Roberts, renowned for her stocking-stuffer tales (The Snow Globe), doesn’t disappoint with this charming story of Ambrose, a matchmaking cat. After firefighter Zach Stone saves Ambrose from a vicious dog, the cat tries to repay him by moving (uninvited) into his house and fixing his lonely bachelor life. While Zach is buying cat food, he meets Merilee White, a winsome pet store clerk with a fondness for stray cats and big strong men who take them in. Her competition is Zach’s no-strings-attached lover, Blair, a haughty cat-hater who insists Zach evict the cat before Christmas. Roberts manages to make this one-dimensional story pop with witty characterizations, slapstick mishaps, and plenty of holiday cheer. (Nov.)
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"...witty characterizations, slapstick mishaps, and plenty of holiday cheer."

Publishers Weekly

 

"...the perfect gift for the cat lover in your life."

—Five Alarm Book Reviews

 

"If you love Christmas, cats and happy endings, Sheila Roberts’ The Nine Lives of Christmas is the ticket to great holiday reading pleasure!"

—Literarily Speaking

Library Journal
Another warm holiday yarn from the author of The Snow Globe. Ambrose the cat tries to nudge his new owner, firefighter Zach, away from his allergy-feigning girlfriend and into the waiting arms of pet lover Merilee. Short and sweet.
Kirkus Reviews
A cat that's used up eight of his nine lives makes a deal to preserve his last one in this light romance from the author of The Snow Globe (2010, etc.). Ambrose is up a tree, but that's no surprise because there's a snarling dog below him. Having run through eight previous lives, none of which ended well, he strikes a desperate cosmic bargain to preserve his last one by promising to make a difference in someone's life. At the very moment the orange tabby is about to become toast, a kind stranger shows up, chases away the dog and saves him. Understanding that he has to deliver on his promise, Ambrose follows him home and ingratiates himself into the man's life. The kind stranger turns out to be a firefighter named Zach who is convinced he doesn't need another relationship. Zach has been hurt in the past, both by his mother's abrupt abandonment when he was a child and by an old flame. Although a confirmed bachelor, Zach, a firefighter, has a girlfriend: the beautiful, brittle, self-absorbed Blair, a spoiled rich girl who both hates Ambrose and wants Zach's attention all to herself. It's Christmas and Zach dreads the whole fa-la-la-la-la thing, but he can't turn the cat out into the cold, so he hits Pet Palace for cat supplies and meets Merilee. Merilee is naturally beautiful, but sadly out-of-sync with make-up, clothes and modern female predation methods. She also knows all about cats. Following the cute meet, Ambrose plots ways to make Christmas and the infant romance between the two turn happy in this connect-the-dots story that leaves no romantic cliché unturned. More of a novella than a novel, Roberts' book is a breezy read aimed at the Yuletide market, but it's so slight in both plot and length that many readers may feel cheated. The author also has a distracting predilection for dotting each page with multiple parenthetical phrases. While it may kill an afternoon, readers shouldn't hope for anything more than a predictable plot, loads of pop-culture references and a small, albeit pleasant break from the demands of everyday life.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780594488644
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 10/25/2011
  • Pages: 224
  • Product dimensions: 5.00 (w) x 7.20 (h) x 1.00 (d)

Meet the Author

Sheila Roberts

Sheila Roberts is the author of On Strike for Christmas, Small Change, The Snow Globe, Bikini Season, and other bestselling books. Before settling into her writing life, Roberts did lots of other things, including owning a singing telegram company and playing in a band. Now, when she’s not speaking to women’s groups or at conferences, she can be found writing about the things near and dear to women’s hearts: family, friends, and chocolate. She lives on a lake in Washington.

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When a guy is in trouble he starts making deals with his Creator, and Ambrose was dealing like crazy. Vicious teeth snapped at him, and his whole life (actually, all nine of them) flashed before his eyes. If this dog got him it was all over.

Becoming dog food looked like a distinct possibility, as the tree Ambrose had chosen was small and the particular branch he was perched on was a flimsy twig barely capable of holding a kitten, let alone a mature cat. And the big, black beast below seemed to have springs on his paws.

I’ll do anything, Ambrose yowled. Anything! Please, let me live a little longer.

This was life number nine. He knew he wouldn’t get any more but he’d settle for a longer one in which he could finish his days in comfort. Under the circumstances, it would be a miracle if he survived to see that happen. But he’d seen people stringing up colored lights on their houses just the other day, which meant Christmas season was about to begin, and wasn’t Christmas supposed to be the season of miracles? Not that Christmas had ever been good to Ambrose. That was when he usually managed to meet his end.

So he wasn’t surprised at what was happening to him now. That didn’t mean he had to like it, though. What a horrible way to go! Pulled from a tree and brutally murdered by a bloodthirsty mongrel. All these houses and there was not a single human around to help him on this cold, gray morning. No surprise, really. Humans bought houses and then rarely stayed in them … until they got old, and by then, like Ambrose, their days were numbered.

Below him the dog showed his fangs again and growled. Needing a miracle here. Soon!

Not that he deserved one. He thought of little Robbie, who he’d scratched many a time in his seventh life, and poor Snoopy the beagle, who he had tortured in his eighth life. He shouldn’t have made the dog’s life so miserable but he’d been getting bitter by then. How he had enjoyed driving old Snoopy crazy by jumping on him and riding him around the house with his claws dug into the dog’s back. Hee-hee. That had been …

Bad, very bad. He would never do anything like that again.

Why oh why hadn’t he picked a tall, sturdy tree to climb instead of this immature maple? What had he been thinking? The answer to that was easy enough. He’d been thinking, Run!

It started to rain—fat, freezing pellets that dug under his fur, and an angry winter wind pushed the tree, making its branches sway. Noooo. Ambrose dug his claws deeper into the bark. I’ll be a good cat and earn my keep here on Earth. Just send me some help and I’ll prove it.

Now the dog was up on his hind legs, pushing against the tree and reaching for Ambrose like he was some kind of doggy chew toy. Determined not to go down without a fight, Ambrose hissed at him and took a swipe with claws unsheathed. That only made the beast more berserk.

Where was a dogcatcher when you needed one? Help! Is anybody listening?

Out of nowhere, appearing as suddenly as the rain had come, Ambrose saw a man wearing what humans called jogging clothes. He ran up to the dog and yelled, “Go on, get out of here.”

Between the man’s aggressive clap and that big, canine-like growl of his, he not only scared away the dog, he almost gave Ambrose a heart attack.

The beast loped off down the street and the man said, “Okay, guy, looks like you’re safe.”

Safe, the best word in the world. Ambrose peered down at his rescuer. The fur on top of the man’s head was what humans called blond—not as handsome as Ambrose’s orange coat, but a shade that humans admired greatly, and his eyes were as blue as a Siamese kitten’s. He was large, which meant he probably had a spacious, comfy lap. The friendly smile he wore showed the man was a kind person. Something about that face looked familiar. Where had he seen this man before?

“You’re on your own now,” he said to Ambrose, who was still clinging to his branch. “I know you can get down anyway. You aren’t going to want to stay out in this weather any longer than me,” he added, and then jogged off down the street.

Ambrose could hardly believe he was safe. Wet, uncomfortable, and hungry, but safe. The freezing rain was letting up now and the angry clouds began to drift away, ashamed of all the misery they’d caused. It was going to be a good day after all. He settled down to give his racing heart a chance to calm.

One last gust of wind wooshed past him with a whisper: Remember what you promised.

Of course Ambrose remembered. And he would be a better cat. When the opportunity presented itself. There was no hurry, really.

He made his way down the tree and was halfway across the lawn when he caught sight of the same dog loitering on the corner. The dog saw him, too.

Yikes! Time to scat. Ambrose darted into the street.

A screech of brakes, a spray of water, and an angry honk of a horn made his lives flash before his eyes once again as Ambrose barely dodged the huge metal monster. Once more the wind whispered. This time it said: Last chance.

Okay, okay, he got it. The time to atone for his wicked past was now. But how, exactly, was he supposed to do that? Where to start, and with whom? The storm had pretty much scrubbed the street of living creatures. Except for the murderous dog and that big man.

Helping the dog with anything was out of the question. That left the man, which made sense. A life for a life.

He set off at a run. His rescuer had a head start but Ambrose had four legs, which evened things considerably. He caught up with the man in time to see him enter a house on a quiet street. It was a large house, much the same as Ambrose’s old home, freshly painted and blue as a robin’s egg, and it had a chimney. That meant a warm fire on a cold day. Not a bad place to land.

It took patient camping under the bushes by the porch but finally Ambrose was rewarded and the door opened to reveal the same man, this time wearing different clothes. He stepped out of the door and Ambrose rushed in. Oh, delicious warmth.

“Whoa,” said the man, “what’s this?”

What? He couldn’t tell? Ambrose refused to dignify such a silly question with a response. Instead he began to prowl the front hall of his new home. Interesting. Wood floors, a stairway on one side, and off to the other an arch opening onto what humans referred to as a living room. The house felt old and it hummed with memories, like the one his last owner, Adelaide, had lived in. That had been such a cozy home. Her horrible offspring hadn’t cared about the memories, though. All they’d cared about was putting the place up for sale.

Put it up for sale, indeed! Just where had they thought Ambrose would live if they sold the house? Of course, he’d soon found out and that was why he’d run away.

“Whoa there, Tom,” said the man, scooping Ambrose off his feet.

Tom? What an insult! Did he look like a common cat? His name had never been Tom. Never! He was Cupcake-Tiger-Morris-Muffin-Macavity-Blackie-Toby-Claus-Ambrose—Ambrose, of course, being his latest moniker.

“This isn’t a hotel for cats,” the man informed Ambrose as he opened the door. He stepped back outside and shut the door behind him, then plopped Ambrose on the porch. Back out in the cold. Of all the nerve!

Ambrose watched, tail twitching as the man strode down his front walk, got in a shiny, black car, and drove away. If this inhospitable human is the key to keeping my ninth life I am in the doghouse.

He could almost hear Adelaide saying, “Be patient, Ambrose dear.” (Something she always told him when he was half starving and rubbing against her legs while she poked around opening his cat food can.) Good advice now, though. He could be patient.

The man would be back. Humans went away to work, whatever that was, but they eventually returned, and when this one did he and Ambrose would settle this misunderstanding. Ambrose crawled back under the bushes and settled in to wait.

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Zachary Stone returned home from working his forty-eight-hour shift with his eyes feeling gritty and his head muzzy. People thought firefighters just sat around and watched TV or slept when they weren’t putting out fires or helping with medical emergencies, but they were always busy at the station. This shift had proved to be no exception. On Wednesday, Zach, Ray, and Julio had spent the day cleaning equipment and swapping out batteries on two-way radios and heart monitors. They’d gone out on two emergency calls during the wee hours of the night and then Zach had to be bright eyed and bushy tailed for a school visit the next morning. When he’d returned to the station he’d had to clean the kitchen. The oven was a disaster thanks to Stevens, who couldn’t cook anything without making a mess and who never seemed to be on the schedule when kitchen day rolled around.

But Zach had preferred stove patrol to the 911 call that involved an old lady who had managed to fall out of her recliner. He frowned at the memory of his new nickname: Little Old Lady Killer. It would be a couple of weeks before he didn’t have to endure a million jabs from the paramedics about how the old woman had kept patting his arm and offering to make him cookies after he’d gotten her back into her chair (no small feat since the “little” old lady had weighed almost as much as Zach). On top of those adventures he had done his mandatory daily workouts, three home safety visits, and the crew had been called out to help with a bad accident on the highway at one A.M. That one had almost been enough to make him question why he did what he did for a living.

The answer was simple, really. He liked helping people. Doing what he did gave him a feeling of purpose. He also appreciated having so much time off during the rest of the week. It allowed him to work on big projects like flipping this old Victorian.

“Oh, you should keep it,” his mother had said when she and his stepsisters stopped by uninvited to check it out shortly after he bought it. (Yet another attempt to insert herself into his life.) “I can already see it with a Christmas tree in the bay window.”

And a wife and kids running around. She hadn’t said that, but Zach knew she’d thought it. “It’s not me,” he’d said.

“It could be,” she’d said right back.

That was when he’d looked at his watch and announced, “I’d better get going. I’ve got an appointment to look at flooring.”

Mom had eyed him suspiciously. “Since when do you need an appointment to look at flooring?”

“Special order,” he’d improvised, and escaped to the safety of the hardware store.

Mom wanted grandkids, who knew why. Maybe she thought she could do better as a grandmother. Whatever. It didn’t look like his younger brother David was going to give her any—he was too busy taking pictures for National Geographic and surfing in Australia—but it was useless to pin her hopes on Zach. He wasn’t signing up for eHarmony anytime soon. Or going on The Bachelor.

His stepsister Natalie had nominated him for the show and someone had actually contacted him. He’d thought the guys at the station were playing a joke on him and had managed to get in some pretty insulting cracks before he realized the call was for real. Then he’d gone from amused to pissed.

Both Natalie and Kendra (whom he referred to collectively as the Steps) had been indignant that he’d passed up the opportunity to let the whole world watch while a bunch of ring-hungry chicks closed in on him. Yeah, there was a lost opportunity all right. You’d think a college freshman and a high school sophomore would have more to do than butt into their stepbrother’s love life. You’d also think all three women would have figured out by now that he wasn’t a get-serious kind of guy.

At least not anymore. Zach was done being a masochist.

Anyway, marriage was for … who was it for? His friends were all either single or divorced. Mom hadn’t exactly been a shining example of wedded bliss, either, at least not with Dad. She’d stuck it out the second time around but Dad was still a mess.

No, Zach liked his life as a single dude just fine. No worries, no stress, just good times.

He had reached his front porch when the orange tomcat that had followed him home emerged from the bushes. The animal joined him at the front door and wound around Zach’s legs meowing, playing the cat sympathy card.

“Hey, Tom, what the heck are you still doing hanging around? Go home, bud,” said Zach.

The cat repeated his meow and rubbed Zach’s leg.

Zach wasn’t really into cats. He was more of a dog man. At least he had been back in high school, but when Dexter died Zach swore off dogs.

Just as well. Pets required care, and with his job Zach couldn’t give an animal the kind of attention it needed. Still, he felt kind of sorry for this mangy, orange tomcat. The poor guy looked pretty skinny. Judging from his chewed-off ear he’d taken a few knocks.

But he had a flea collar and a tag. He obviously belonged to somebody. “So, are you lost, dude, is that it?”

Well, it was December—peace on earth, goodwill toward men. And cats. It wouldn’t hurt to bring this one in and hang on to him until his owner could come pick him up. Zach could do that much.

He picked the little guy up and brought him inside. Then he checked the tag on the cat’s collar. “Ambrose, huh? Kind of a wussy name, isn’t it?”

The cat yowled at him.

“I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t want to be called Ambrose, either. Well, don’t worry. I’ll get you back where you belong.”

But when he called the number on the cat’s tag, the woman on the other end of the line wasn’t thrilled to hear from him. “He was my mother’s cat. We were getting ready to take him to the animal shelter when he ran away.”

“The animal shelter, huh?” Zach looked over at the cat only to see him dash under the leather couch.

“I just lost my mother and we’re a little stressed over here,” the woman added brusquely. “I only have a few days left to take care of things before I fly back to Florida and I don’t have time to worry about that stupid cat. He’s on his own.”

Whoa, somebody was going to get the Good Samaritan seal of approval, but it wasn’t this woman.

“Thanks for calling,” she added before hanging up.

Zach stared at his cell phone in disbelief. “Geez, lady.” How could somebody be so callous about an animal?

The cat came back out and started rubbing against Zach’s legs. Zach picked him up and tried to explain to the little guy that this wouldn’t be much of a home for him. “I know you got a tough break, guy, and I’d like to help you out, but I’m a firefighter. I’m gone at the station a lot and there’s no woman here to look after you.” At least there never was on a permanent basis.

Now the cat was purring. Aw, Geez.

Cats pretty much took care of themselves, right? At least that was what Zach had always heard. Still, he had his hands full remodeling this place. The last thing he needed was an animal.

“Okay, tell you what. I’ll give you something to eat and then you’re on your own.”

He put the cat down and went to the fridge. It trotted after him.

The animal shelter found homes for animals. He should take the cat there right now and be done with it. Except this little dude was no cute kitten. Who would want him? He’d end up in the kitty gas chamber for sure.

Zach looked down at him and frowned. “Why did you have to show up on my doorstep?”

The animal meowed and snaked around his legs.

With a long-suffering sigh, Zach opened the refrigerator and pulled out a carton of milk. “Tell you what. You can stay until we find a real home for you. How’s that?” He poured milk into an empty sour cream container and then set it on the floor. “Drink up, dude.”

The animal sniffed at it, then turned and walked away.

“What?” Zach called after him. “You’re a cat. You’re supposed to like milk.”

Old Tom kept walking.

“Oh, yeah,” Zach called after him. “Way to be a good guest.”

This animal was going to be a pain in the butt, he could already tell.

 

From The Nine Lives of Christmas by Sheila Roberts. Copyright © 2011 by the author and reprinted by permission of St. Martin's Press, LLC.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 22, 2014

    cute

    Enjoyed this book.

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  • Posted December 10, 2013

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    This book was so good. I love cats and Ambrose was so cute and s

    This book was so good. I love cats and Ambrose was so cute and smart. Hope everyone reads it. The Snow Globe written by this author was another awesome book by Sheila Roberts.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 11, 2013

    Sunfire

    Purred with delight lets go back to camp.*sunfire*

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  • Posted January 16, 2013

    A cute story that is told in both the cat and human perspective.

    A cute story that is told in both the cat and human perspective. I was a bit disturbed by the attitude towards physical appearance and it's importance by most of the characters.

    The main character does progress from meaningless physical relationships to a recognition of the importance of family and healthy relationships, which redeemed the story for me.

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  • Posted December 25, 2012

    Ambrose, the cat, is on his ninth life, and looking for a new ho

    Ambrose, the cat, is on his ninth life, and looking for a new home after his last mistress has died. He realizes that his cute and cuddly days have passed their 'sell-by date'. But he's sure he can convince one more person of his value.  He sneaks his way into a single fire fighter's house and plans to stay there.  His firefighter has found a sweet girl at the local pet store who seems to be a great 'cat whisper' for settling Ambrose into his life for long enough to find a permanent home for Ambrose.




    Ambrose has no plans of leaving, and is sure everyone will settle in quit wonderfully if he can just get rid of that terrible 'cougar lady' that his firefighter seems to think he enjoys dating.  Through many humorous and worrisome events, love, forgiveness, and 'pet persuasion' Ambrose gets everything perfectly settled.




    This is the very best 'cat /pet' book that I've read in a long time!!  If you love your cat or other pet, this book is definitely for you!!  

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 12, 2012

    Fun and sweet

    Loved this one.

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  • Posted November 18, 2012

    Christmas and Cat Lovers Rejoice! This is the perfect holiday s

    Christmas and Cat Lovers Rejoice!

    This is the perfect holiday story of family, felines and forgiveness. I loved Ambrose the cat, trying to get the humans moving in the right direction to ensure happiness for them and a good ninth life for him.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 2, 2012

    Cody

    Bottle feeds the young ones i guess we have to fibd a new mom for you

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 30, 2012

    Twins room

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  • Posted February 1, 2012

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    A very good book

    I got my Color nook at Christmas and this was such a good book to go along with my Nook . Could not hardly wait to read it . The story just warms your heart . Not a heavy book but good light reading which a Christmas story should be . Nice job

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  • Posted January 22, 2012

    A great book for everyone who loves cats!

    A must read for cat people everywhere. When reading this book I had a good purrfect feeling, with a happy feeling when finished.

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  • Posted January 2, 2012

    a frothy Christmas tale

    The jacket blurb tells the story. Cat lovers may enjoy this book.

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  • Posted December 6, 2011

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    Nine Lives of Christmas

    Cute and different book - makes you happy reading her books! Fast read - highly recommended!

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  • Posted December 2, 2011

    Uplifting Holiday Treat!

    Uplifting Christmas Story-Shelia Roberts captures your attention and keeps it during this cute story that involves the 9th life of a curious and personable cat, Ambrose. I really enjoyed the story-passed the book along to several friends-they loved it, too! Makes you realize what is important at Christmas.

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  • Posted November 19, 2011

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    A great book for curling up with!!!

    Review by Valerie: It¿s getting cooler outside and the holiday spirits are stirring. What better time to sit down and read a book that will get you in the holiday spirit? This one is a winner for cat or pet lovers, especially. The story opens with Ambrose cornered in a tree bargaining for his life ¿ he is on his last one, after all. When the dog is chased away by a nice stranger, Ambrose knows he doesn¿t want to do anything nice for a dog so it must be the fireman he has to help out to fulfill his bargain. Zach notices the cat following him home but it¿s time for a 48 hour shift at the firehouse so he plops him outside and goes to work. When he returns home, guess who¿s still waiting? Zach¿s friends remind him that cats are a ¿chick¿ type of pet, not for a manly man like him.

    Ambrose¿s bargain with the creator is going to be much harder to fulfill than he ever realized. Zach has turned away from any and all efforts at matchmaking, even a call from the popular The Bachelor show. When Zach still hasn¿t found a home for the pesky creature who won¿t leave, he decides to dress up as Santa and take a picture to encourage someone to adopt Ambrose but the visit doesn¿t go as planned ¿ there are dogs at the place. Then, Ambrose spots Merilee ¿ those eyes...he recognizes her from another life and the scheming begins.

    Curl up with this book and enjoy a cool night by the fire...it¿ll warm your heart.

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  • Posted October 28, 2011

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    I Also Recommend:

    Start Off the HOLIDAYS Right!!

    This story features Ambrose, the matchmaking cat, who finds himself facing his ninth life, you know the final one. He will do anything - ANYTHING - to be able to live it out happily.

    When it looks like his fate has been sealed by an enormous dog, he pleads for help. His savior arrives in the form of a big, strong, firefighter named Zach. A firefighter who is very surprised that his good deed not only included scaring away the dog but giving Ambrose a new home.

    Ambrose soon sees Zach needs help in the romance department. He also knows it is not going to be an easy endeavor to bring the perfect match together. With a bit of holiday magic he may be able to do it and even find a little feline romance for himself.

    Dollycas's Thoughts
    This is such a cute little story. The perfect pick me up to get your holiday planning and shopping off on the right foot. You may even want to pick up some extra copies to give as gifts.

    A light holiday romance with the predictable happy ending told from the cat's point of view. It makes for a Very Meowy Christmas.




    Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from St. Martin's Press. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. Receiving a complimentary copy in no way reflected my review of this book. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255 : "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising."

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  • Posted October 28, 2011

    A great Christmastime story from Sheila Roberts!

    If you like Christmas, romance, and pets with personality, "The Nine Lives of Christmas" is for you! I've been a fan of Sheila Roberts for a long time and her latest book is another wonderful read. Her latest story involves a firefighter whose heart needs mending, a sweet and relatable heroine, and a matchmaking cat (how awesome is that?), all set against the backdrop of the holidays. I was glued to this book from the very first page, and could hardly put it down! Reading "The Nine Lives of Christmas" is a great way to get into the holiday spirit, and it delivers surprises right up to the end! I highly recommend this book. It's a must-have for your personal library, and it would also make a great Christmas gift for your friends, family and (of course!) the cat lovers in your life!

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  • Posted October 27, 2011

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    A real treat to get you in the holiday mood!

    As a Sheila Roberts fan who has read all of her novels, her newest holiday release does not disappoint. Though I loved last holiday season's release (Snow Globe) this novel was especially a treat for a cat lover who also happens to be married to a firefighter, the occupation of the novel's hero. Not only does Roberts perfectly portray the life of a firefighter, but she manages to pull off Ambrose the cat's point of view making his thoughts believable and funny as well. Merilee is the girl next door you can't help but like with her sweet personality and love for all creatures. When Ambrose finds himself on his ninth life, he begins to plan and scheme on how to get this wounded firefighter and love shy pet store clerk together - as well as get himself another life. The Nine Lives of Christmas is a great read to get you in the mood or a great way to wind down after a day of holiday shopping. In fact, forget the holiday shopping and just order a copy for everyone on your list...cat lovers and book lovers alike!

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  • Posted October 12, 2011

    Live To Read

    This was an incredibly sweet novel that is perfect for Christmas. Ambrose is a cat. He is a cat who needs to earn his ninth life. He sees his chance in Zach, a man in need of help with relationships. Merilee is Ambrose's choice for Zach, the reader will likely approve of this choice as well. The book really takes off from there.


    The reader will be entertained. Ambrose is funny and slightly remniscent of Garfield. Zach is likable and Merilee does seem to be the perfect girl for him. The reader will enjoy watching their relationship grow. The events were fast-paced and always had a sweet tinge to them. The ending was perfect for this novel, wouldn't want a thing changed. This book is recommended for teen/young adult/adult readers.

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    Posted December 14, 2011

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