Christmas at the Chalet is a delicious love story about a bridal designer showing her new collection in the Alps during the magical week of Christmas where hijinx of the heart ensue.
It's the day after Christmas, and Felicity Grant is at a gorgeous ski chalet in St. Moritz for the biggest fashion show of her career. Felicity is a rising star on the bridal design scene, and this is her best collection yet. But when her boyfriend gives her a spa day instead of a diamond ring for Christmas, she has to face the possibility that she may never walk down the aisle in one of her own stunning designs.
And then there's Nell, the top model headlining Felicity's show. Nell is planning her dream wedding to her wonderful fiancé with one catch: her divorced parents can't stand each other and threaten to no-show if the other is there.
Add to that Felicity's race against the clock to create a special gown for a prestigious bridal salon, and what both girls need is a Christmas miracle. What better place to find one than in the Swiss Alps with its dark forests and sparkling vistas?
But for Felicity it's hard to recognize a miracle even when it's right in front of her, and for Nell one miracle might not be enough to fix the past. Can dreams really come true or is that the stuff of Swiss fairytales?
Anita Hughes's Christmas at the Chalet is full of romance, gorgeous gowns, and the stunning scenery of the Swiss Alps. It's about love and forgiveness, and creating one's own miracles during the most festive time of year.
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About the Author
ANITA HUGHES is also the author of Monarch Beach, Market Street, Lake Como, French Coast, Rome in Love, Island in the Sea, Santorini Sunsets, Christmas in Paris, White Sand, Blue Sea, and Emerald Coast. She attended UC Berkeley's Masters in Creative Writing Program, and lives in Dana Point, California, where she is at work on her next novel.
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Seven Days Before the Fashion Show 5:00 p.m.
Felicity stood on the elegant terrace of Badrutt's Palace Hotel and thought St. Moritz really was the perfect location for the debut of her winter collection. The snow-covered mountain at sunset was pink and ivory, like the inside of an oyster shell. If she peered over the ledge she could see the village with its quaint chalets, as well as the frozen lake, rimmed with fir trees and filled with ice-skaters wearing bright parkas and fur hats.
When Raj first suggested holding the fashion show for Felicity Grant Bridal in St. Moritz during the week between Christmas and New Year's, Felicity had been hesitant. It seemed like a logistical nightmare to transport the dresses from New York to Switzerland. And how would they keep an eye on half a dozen models in one of the most hedonistic capitals in the world?
But Raj always thought bigger than she did, and that's one of the reasons they were successful.
"We'll book a whole row on the plane for the dresses," he said one evening as they sat in the bridal atelier on Madison Avenue in New York.
"What about the cream tulle?" Felicity asked worriedly. "If anyone so much as breathes on it, it wrinkles. And think about the models. I'm afraid of being responsible for them in a foreign country. I know they have contracts, but what if one of them falls in love and runs off with an Austrian ski instructor and we never hear from her again?"
"I'll personally hold the tulle on the plane," Raj suggested. "And we'll insist that the girls be responsible for each other. All the cosmopolitan set who frequent Paris and London will be there. At night there will be sleigh rides, and during the day everyone will attend the snow polo matches. They'll practically be forced to watch the show if we use the famous catwalk at Badrutt's Palace Hotel as a runway."
Raj was right, and Felicity had given in. This was her eighth collection, and she needed a bigger stage than the usual shows in New York, held in downtown lofts littered with fake snow. The same tired press, squeezing in a viewing between Elie Saab's event in her private atelier and the new designers who were always popping up with outrageous designs: rhinestone-studded pantsuits for the bride, or leopard-skin bridesmaids' dresses.
Felicity wished she were relaxing in the Palace's lobby, with its massive stone fireplace and picture windows overlooking the ski runs. Instead she was shivering on the hotel terrace and waiting for Katie, the model, to arrive.
The sneak-peek photo shoot was scheduled to begin in thirty minutes, and the model was missing. If Katie didn't appear soon, the pink-edged snow would be replaced by pitch darkness, and the wedding blogs and online fashion magazines would go with their backup fluff pieces and probably wouldn't cover the collection at all.
And the dress! She stroked the crepe fabric and fell in love with it all over again. It had come to her as her best ideas always did, at completely inopportune times: when she and her boyfriend Adam were going to dinner with one of his important clients, or in the middle of a heated game of Scrabble, or even in the delicious afterglow of making love.
That was the wonderful thing about Adam. He didn't mind meeting the client for cocktails by himself, or setting the board game aside, or letting her peel herself away from his embrace and slip out of bed. How many nights had she sat at the oversized desk in Adam's bedroom, wrapped in his robe and sketching on her notepad? She mused at how lucky she was that he took her career as seriously as she did.
The crepe sheath wasn't the most elaborate wedding dress in the show. That was an organza gown with diamond buttons shaped like snowflakes, which no one had seen except Raj and herself. That gown was safely locked in the hotel's storeroom, and Nell, the show's most famous model, would wear it for the show's grand finale. Felicity could see it so clearly, it gave her goose bumps: Nell with her huge emerald eyes striding down the runway, while the orchestra played and fireworks exploded above the mountain.
This dress was simple and fluid, like a waterfall that had frozen midflight. She had specifically chosen Katie to wear it, because Katie's natural beauty wouldn't overpower the sweetheart neckline and illusion sleeves. But Katie had disappeared when all the other models went to watch the luge races, and no one had seen her since.
Felicity spotted Raj striding toward her and gulped. He was alone, his shoulders hunched the way they were whenever he had to deliver bad news: a bolt of fabric had been ruined in a warehouse flood, etc.
"You promised you wouldn't come back until you found Katie," Felicity said. "St. Moritz is a small village, and it's five o'clock in the evening. It's much too early to go dancing, and anyway, she must be exhausted. We only arrived this morning; I can barely keep my eyes open from jet lag."
"I did find her." Raj joined Felicity on the terrace. "She's buried in an eiderdown comforter with a hot compress on her forehead. Apparently Katie suffers from altitude sickness, and every time she stands up she passes out."
"You specifically requested models who were used to high altitudes." Felicity frowned. "It was one of the prerequisites of the job."
"Katie's from Kentucky. The highest thing she's ever climbed is the ladder in her parents' barn." Raj sighed. "She sent the money she made this fall to her mother to buy Christmas presents for her younger siblings, and she's going to be late on her January rent." Raj paused. "She lied to the agency."
"Oh, dear," Felicity commented. That was one of the pitfalls of working with highfashion models. They seemed impossibly sophisticated, with their long eyelashes and wide red mouths, but many of them had arrived in Manhattan with nothing but overdue credit cards and a suitcase. They supported boyfriends or families back home, and spent the rest of their money on trendy restaurants and apartments in doorman buildings.
"We'll have to send her home and ask the agency to provide a replacement," Raj suggested.
"How could she! Everyone knows how important this show is," Felicity said angrily. But then she thought of the pictures Katie had shown her of her twelve-year-old twin siblings. They both had big brown eyes and freckles on their noses. "It would be awful to send her home. It's Christmas; what if her mother has to take back the presents? Perhaps we should give her another chance."
"Katie is scheduled to wear three dresses in the show. The A-line with the matching ermine cape, the hand-embroidered tulle, and that spectacular Grecian column with the twelve-foot silk train."
"Katie would look lovely in the Grecian gown," Felicity said longingly. "I sewed two dozen amethysts into the train to make her eyes look like tide pools. Why don't we give her one day to stay in bed? If she's still not better, we can get someone else to model the dresses." She surveyed the terrace, packed with men and women sipping après-ski cocktails. "A pretty Swiss girl who's a waitress or works in a boutique."
"Modern Bride and all the important magazines will be there." Raj shook his head. "We can't parade around some girl who's used to folding sweaters or carrying trays of peach Marnier."
Felicity thought how lucky she was to have Raj as her business partner. If it weren't for him, Felicity Grant Bridal would still be a collection of doodles that covered every surface of the apartment they'd shared seven years ago during college.
Raj's parents had sent him to America from India to attend NYU and study computer science. He'd lasted three semesters before he realized he wasn't cut out to sit in front of a screen all day and decipher code. Raj was a people person; everyone loved his good looks and warm smile.
Felicity used to laugh at how girls would stop by the flat with a warm paper bag and tall-sized cups from Starbucks. Raj had somehow gotten into a conversation with a girl standing in line, and they'd both agreed the pumpkin muffins were the best they'd ever tasted. They exchanged contacts, and he might have mentioned he could only afford Starbucks once a week, but he hadn't expected her to show up with a whole bag of muffins and two cinnamon lattes with extra foam.
The wonderful thing about Raj was that he never hurt anyone's feelings. If he had to break up with a girl, he sent her flowers and said she was beautiful but he wasn't ready for anything serious. His work was his passion, and he didn't want to shortchange her.
And Raj charmed everyone in business. Every editor and online blogger fell in love with his easygoing nature and enthusiasm. If Raj predicted that Felicity's newest line was going to rival anything by Monique Lhuillier or Reem Acra, they happily agreed. And when he'd promised one mother of the bride (referred to him by Manhattan's most exclusive planner) that Felicity would design a tiered lace gown with a headdress that would make her daughter resemble Grace Kelly, the woman couldn't hand him a deposit fast enough.
Few people besides Felicity knew that underneath Raj's casual image — the dark hair that was always in need of a cut, the loafers that had seen too many years of wear — he had the sharp focus of an attack dog. Felicity Grant Bridal had grown from a sewing machine wedged into the hall closet to showrooms on Madison Avenue and in the Hamptons.
"You don't want to only be known in Manhattan and Sag Harbor forever." Raj rubbed his leather gloves. "We want Felicity Grant to be the name on everyone's lips in Hong Kong and Milan and Dubai."
Felicity pictured the dresses draped over every surface in her hotel suite and sighed. She had been working on this collection for so long; she couldn't let anything spoil it now.
"Call the agency and ask them to put a model on the next plane," Felicity said, relenting. "We'll loan Katie the money out of petty cash until her next assignment."
"You do know that Felicity Grant isn't a charity or a bank, right?" Raj grunted. "But it is Christmas, and Katie does have the loveliest smile. I guess this time I can make an exception."
"We'll have to cancel today's photo shoot," Felicity said, remembering. "The photographer will be furious. He was already grumbling about missing happy hour at the Dracula Club. All the celebrities hang out there, and a quick photo of some actor drinking schnapps and yodeling can earn him a fortune."
"We can't cancel," Raj protested. "I told Style Me Pretty and Martha Stewart Weddings that they had the exclusive first look at your collection."
"You promised both of them an exclusive?" Felicity laughed.
"I can't help it if someone leaks a photo and it ends up on more than one site. We have to do the photo shoot." He shrugged.
"I don't see how," Felicity said. The sun was setting, and suddenly she was cold. She was wearing almost every warm item she owned — cashmere slacks and a turtleneck under a wool coat — but they were no match for the Alps. Now she understood why so many of the women she saw had swathed themselves in mink and fox. She'd never kill an animal, but it really was the only effective way to stay warm.
Raj was looking at her the way he examined yards of brocade from a new supplier for blemishes. "You'll have to wear it."
"Me!" Felicity choked out. "Katie is almost six feet tall; the dress would be much too long. And I don't have a big enough bust. I'd look like a pipe cleaner."
"You don't have to walk down a runway. These are mood shots. Lean against the balcony and gaze at the snow-capped mountains. Hold a champagne flute and wink enticingly at the camera," Raj said, waving his hands. "And you're the designer; you know how to make small-breasted women look like Sports Illustrated covers."
"I'd never encourage a bride to wear a dress that isn't a natural fit for her figure," Felicity replied.
"You did when she waved a big check and insisted on wearing a mermaid-style gown, even though it made her look like a baby hippo."
"That was only once," Felicity said, feeling slightly guilty. Felicity had tried to convince the bride that a classic ball gown would show off her small waist and slender calves, but she had her heart set on the form-fitting dress she'd seen in a magazine. It was just after they had moved into the showroom, and Raj was worried about making rent, so Felicity had swallowed her suggestions and designed a dress that could barely contain the bride's curves.
"I suppose I could pin the hem and stuff some tissues into the bodice," Felicity said uncertainly. "But what about my hair and makeup? And I'm wearing boots. If I go all the way back to my room to get a pair of shoes, we'll lose the light."
"Your hair looks fine — just add a little blush and lipstick and you'll be gorgeous. Leave the shoes to me." He propelled her toward the glass doors. "Take the dress into the nearest bathroom and I'll meet you here in ten minutes. And practice that pouty look you get when you're angry at me for not letting you tip the pizza guy ten dollars."
* * *
Felicity gazed into the full-length mirror in the powder room and sighed. It really was the most beautiful dress. The side panels were white satin, and the sweeping train was barely longer than the gown and made a rustling sound when the bride moved. Felicity believed the bride should be the center of attention, and everyone needed to know when she walked by.
If she and Adam got married, she wanted a gown just like it: perhaps accompanied by a bouquet of purple peonies for a summer wedding in the Hamptons, or red and white roses if they held a winter ceremony at his parents' club in Manhattan. But they had gotten into a silly fight the day she left, and now a wedding seemed as far off as the white-sand beaches of Tahiti.
She reapplied her lipstick and reminded herself she didn't have time to think about Adam. If she didn't hurry, Raj would come looking for her and make a scene in the powder room of Badrutt's Palace Hotel.
The lace train trailed behind her and she walked quickly through the Grand Hall. It was known as the meeting place of St. Moritz, and all around her people were embracing each other and kissing each other on the cheek. The parquet floor was covered with rich oriental rugs, the oversized armchairs were littered with velvet cushions, and lining the walls were marble columns and huge urns of flowers. It looked so inviting; she longed to sit by the fire and order an amaretto and cream and a crepe with powdered sugar.
The terrace was crowded with après-skiers, and Felicity was worried she wouldn't find Raj and the photographer.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" she said when she spotted Raj standing in the corner. "Putting on a wedding dress takes time. There are buttons and hooks, and you have to get the hem to sit just right."
"I was thinking how stunning you look," Raj said, and whistled. "If you and Adam weren't the best couple I know, and if I couldn't personally attest to the fact that he's a great guy, I would be jealous."
"It's only a dress. Adam and I aren't getting married any time soon." Felicity flushed. "Besides, there's no room in your brain for jealousy. It's too full of flight attendants' phone numbers."
"I never date flight attendants; they treat your apartment like their own storage space." Raj handed her a pair of heels. "Here, put these on."
"Where did you get them?" Felicity admired the pink satin toes and kitten heels.
"Let's just say there's a brunette at the bar wearing an evening gown and no shoes." Raj grinned. "We better hurry. I promised I'd return them before she finishes her Moscow Mule."
The photographer pointed his camera at Felicity and she suddenly froze. She never modeled her own designs. She was always the one standing backstage, praying that a dress made of the sheerest tulle wouldn't be see-through under the lights, or that no one would step on a princess-style gown embroidered with freshwater pearls.
At first all she could think about was the icy cold air on her neck. But then the touch of the fabric against her skin was intoxicating, and the click of the camera's flash was a warm flame. She leaned against the snow-covered railing. The diamond earrings that Raj had hastily clipped in her ears were glittering like fireflies, and her train was the most glorious puddle of silk.
"That was perfect," Raj said when the photographer had gotten his shots. "I'd stay and have a drink, but I just got a text from one of the models. Apparently Crystal is upset that the Cresta Run is only open to men. She's threatening to post her disappointment on Instagram."
"Why shouldn't Crystal do the Cresta Run if she's brave enough?" Felicity removed the earrings from her ears.(Continues…)
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Felicity Grant is a bridal designer who wishes her boyfriend Adam Burton would give her an engagement ring for Christmas. Instead, he gave her a certificate for a day of pampering at the Elizabeth Arden Salon. He is trying to develop his business and does not pay attention to her. He does when blogs start reporting on Felicity and an unidentified man. Adam flies to Switzerland but things have changed between them and Felicity realizes they do not want the same things and maybe it would be best if they broke up. She wants to find a man to marry who will look at her the way grooms look at their brides. Maybe there will be a future with Dr. Gabriel Innes, the mystery man found by the paparazzi.
The author, Anita Hughes, described St. Moritz so beautifully that she makes the reader want to go there on vacation. I actually googled it to see some beautiful pictures! The author is a wonderful writer and I liked the book but didn’t love it. The story with Felicity and Nell was good. There was so much of the story that I thought was very aggravating. We have parents who won’t attend their daughter’s wedding because they are divorced and don’t want to be in the same room with each other. We have Felicity, who is a successful designer in her own right, who has to have a doctor whom she just met, tell her fairytales in order for her to calm down. We have Nell who has to deal with her crazy parents. Bottom line is we are reading about a group of immature adults trying to pull in opposite directions. I give this book 3.5 stars. Thank you to Netgalley and St. Martins Press for an advanced copy in exchange for an honest review.
A light story that anyone who like romance will certainly enjoy. San Moritz is shown in all its loveliness with beautiful and exciting entities; the gorgeous surroundings, the exquisite clothing, the famous restaurants and delicious foods. Anyone who enjoys reading about the life of the rich and famous will devour this love story and all its glamour.
When Felicity doesn't get a ring for Christmas, she goes to Moritz with a new mindset to reevaluate her life. An opportunity to design gowns for a famous store is the chance of a lifetime as she has her own runway show. An unexpected injury brings a doctor into her life, and she sees things differently. Her future has so much possibility if she can get past the broken heart. Nell, a model in the runway show, is engaged to be married. One problem--her divorced parents won't both be at her wedding. As she learns of their past in Moritz and while growing up, truths come to life. Both are in need of holiday miracles. Will everything fall into place for Felicity and Nell before the holidays are over? The glamorous life in Moritz and the twinkling snow has a way of finding hope and love when all is thought lost. **received an ARC from Netgalley**
A delightful exotic Christmas love story with strong, compelling characters that pull readers into their story. The holidays are a time that readers can expect miracles in their romance and this story certainly lives up to that expectation as Felicity Grant and Nell both wish for a Christmas miracle. Felicity is a successful bridal designer who’s beginning to think that she will never where one of her own designs since her longtime boyfriend still hasn’t popped the question and seems to be resisting getting married at all. Nell is one of Felicity’s models and she trying to plan her dream wedding, only problem is her parents refuse to be in the same room as the other. As hijinks ensure in a wonderfully exotic setting, this fast paced plot keeps readers on their toes with lots of intriguing events and emotional turbulence that ensures that readers are rooting for those Christmas miracles for Felicity and Nell. Added suspense comes from Felicity’s career as a prestigious bridal salon is interested in her designs and she meets a Doctor that is a knight in shining armor, at least he is for Felicity. Meanwhile, Nell’s parents have both joined Nell in St. Moritz for the fashion show and Nell has to keep them apart. The story is a delightfully charming read that causes some chuckling and some feel good emotions in readers and the Felicity’s romance is a bit different and doesn’t turn out the way most readers would expect.
Rating: 3.5/5 Gosh what a mix this proved to be! There’s Felicity Grant, a bridal designer who is showing her latest collection in St Moritz but also having her own relationship difficulties after falling out with her boyfriend just before she left for this show. There’s also Nell, who is happily engaged and planning her marriage but having her plans thwarted by her parents who don’t want to breathe the same air as each other - but both are staying in St Moritz to see her not knowing the other is also there. Then there’s a handsome doctor who keeps coming to the rescue for Felicity and she keeps turning to him for relationship advice . . . and photos of the two of them show up with inaccurate captions making her boyfriend jealous. As I said, what a mix! There are some laugh out loud moments in the story and the setting is vividly brought to life in the imagination of the reader. The convoluted escapades, especially of Felicity, had me questioning her moving on so swiftly from her six year long relationship - though it definitely seemed about time she did so! The ending, however, is delightful and brings the whole mix happily to a fun, festive end. I requested and was given a copy of this book, via NetGalley. This is my honest review of the book after choosing to read it.
Anita Hughes’s Christmas at the Chalet We are off to visit St. Moritz, Switzerland for the winter collection Bridal Show!! This is the where Felicity Grant has planned to introduce the Felicity Grant Bridal winter collection. She is accompanied by her top models and business partner. The show will take place during the week between Christmas and the New Year. Adam, Felicity’s boyfriend did not accompany them to Switzerland. They have been dating for six years but no engagement ring. So does he really want to settle down with her?? Amongst the glamorous gowns, the fabrics, the models, the cuisine, wealth, folklore and glitz of St Moritz, you will find sadness when another Christmas passes without an engagement ring. But this changes when Felicity meets Dr. Gabriel Innes who assists her after an twisted ankle after slipping on ice. Then takes her to dinner, And drama is taking place with one of her models and her estranged parents. The scenery is astoundingly described. You will feel as if you in the Chalet in front of the fireplace. You will see the snow covered village, the trees that twinkle but beware of slippery ice patches. Make sure you are bundled up warm for the cold seeps into the reader. Christmas magic abounds in this well written, double drama, interesting and ritzy romantic story. I volunteered to read Christmas at the Chalet. Thanks to Net Gallery and St Martin’s Press for the opportunity. My opinion is my own.
This book is 2 different stories running together (with a 3rd kinda thrown in there) all in one book. Felecity is a bridal designer who keeps wanting more with her boyfriend while thinking he may not be at the same point she is when she gets a spa day instead of a ring. And then you have Nell who is engaged and wanting the perfect dress for her wedding, along with both of her parents there and not arguing with each other. And they say that if the other parent is there, then they won't come. And with Felecity needing to create a special gown for a salon on a deadline during Christmas, they both need some sort of miracle to pull off what they dream of. The writing in this was good. The way the location is described is great. But I had an extremely hard time getting into this book. I have tried to let it percolate in my head to see if I can pinpoint exactly why I didn't like it but I can't even really pinpoint an exact thing. The characters just didn't resonate with me on a whole. I felt like I was all over the place with it being basically 2 full stories and part of a 3rd one thrown in there. It felt almost too hectic to read, if that makes sense. I just didn't really like it. I'm sure it will probably hit with some people, unfortunately it just wasn't for me. But like I said, the writing itself was good. I just didn't like the book.
Romance, gorgeous gowns, detailed descriptions, a glamorous setting, delicious food,...so much goodness in this novel. A few love stories are woven within. The story takes place during the magical season of Christmas, actually the week between Christmas and New Year’s. I did read this during the summer, but it definitely will put you in the mood for the holiday season. The storytelling alternates between Felicity and Nell’s stories as well as flashbacks of Nell’s parent’s relationship. My first read by Anita Hughes and her descriptive writing blew me away. I felt right there in the ski resort, could picture it perfectly, and I’ve never been to a ski resort before. A lovely romance to escape to.
This is a tough one for me to review. There are many things I loved about it. The writing is wonderfully descriptive and had me dreaming of a winter vacation in the Swiss Alps. The pace of the story is nice and the characters are well developed. The story itself I found predictable and the characters quite annoying. Overall though I enjoyed reading this one. So I would definitely recommend.
Lindas Book Obsession Reviews “Christmas at the Chalet” by Anita Hughes St.Martins, October 16, 2018 Anita Hughes, author of “Christmas at the Chalet” has written an enjoyable, entertaining, heartwarming novel.The Genres for this novel are Fiction, Women’s Fiction and Romance. Anita Hughes vividly describes the food and landscape in St. Moritz. I love the descriptions of the food in St. Moritz, (especially how the chocolate is used in several desserts), and how the snowy mountains, skiing, and small shops are described. The author describes her colorful characters as complex and complicated. Some of the characters have their own problems to work out. Felicity Grant designs bridal gowns, and intricate fashions using unique fabrics and accessories. Felicity and her partner have worked hard to have this fashion show in St. Moritz. Unfortunately, Felicity is very disappointed that her boyfriend didn’t propose and give her an engagement ring. Nell, one of the models is engaged, and is upset that both of her divorced parents won’t attend her wedding together. Unfortunately, Nell finds that both her parents are in St. Moritz, and want to visit. Both parents are unaware that they are both there. It does seem with the excitement and festivities that Felicity is just a little accident prone, and is lucky that a handsome doctor is on the scene to help her. Felicity wonders if there is such a thing as a Christmas miracle? I would recommend this delightful, fun-loving, story to readers that enjoy a story that is heartwarming. I received an ARC from NetGalley for my honest review.
I could almost feel the cool snow and picture the beautiful people and scenery. This book really transported me to another world. I loved the setting of St. Moritz. It’s a place I know I will never get to see in real life. But, after reading this book, I felt like I had just gone there. There are beautiful people, stunning scenery, fantastic sounding food, fun events and beautiful wedding dresses and clothing. Wedding gown designer, Felicity Grant is in St. Moritz for the debut of her winter collection after having a fight with her boyfriend, Adam on Christmas day. She wants to get married and he doesn’t. Since arriving in St. Mortiz, Felicity has been struggling with her emotions and wonders what she should do to get Adam to see things her way. When she takes a fall on the street, a handsome doctor, Gabriel Innes, is there to pick her up and help her. But then a picture of Felicity and Gabriel ends up online claiming they are having an affair. It was strange consequences that Felicity finds herself in other situations where Gabriel is there to help her when she needed it. They end up forming a friendship and Felicity gets relationship advice from Gabriel. But as more pictures turn up online, rumors start to spiral out of control. Was it just coincidence that they always seemed to be in the same place at the same time? But when Adam shows up, Felicity really has a big decision to make. A second story in this book was about one of Felicity’s models, Nell, who is planning her own wedding and wants both of her divorced parents to be there. They both refuse to be in the same place at the same time. Nell goes on a truth finding mission to find out why they really split up. The reason will surprise you. The reason never crossed my mind. All around, I loved everything about this book. And it doesn’t even need to be Christmas time to enjoy it. Thank you to St. Martin’s Press and NetGalley for the ARC to read in return of an honest review.
Badrutt’s Palace Hotel, St. Moritz Felicity Grant of Felicity Grant Bridal, is preparing for her winter collection bridal show. She has chosen the venue of this hotel in St. Moritz and the week between Christmas and New Year’s for her show. Her business partner is Raj and he has encouraged her to do this show in St. Moritz instead of New York. Felicity’s boyfriend is Adam and they have been together for six years. Hoping that he will finally propose, she was very hurt and disappointed when he did not give her a diamond ring for Christmas and he was quite frank about not being ready to get married. They had a fight about it just before she left for St. Moritz. Feeling bad about it, Felicity decides to venture out and buy him a nice gift and overnight it to him. Slipping on the ice, she sprains her ankle. Dr. Gabriel Innes helps her up and insists on buying her dinner while wrapping her ankle in ice to reduce the swelling. They run into one another here and there and enjoy sharing a meal. Unfortunately, Felicity is recognized and pictures of her are posted on Instagram. Adam sees the pictures is gets jealous. Nell is one of the models whose parents are divorced. Nell is planning to get married soon and, of course, wants both of her parents to be at her wedding. But they despise one another and refuse to be in the same room together. They want her to have two weddings allowing each of the parents to attend one. Nell’s mother and father are both in St. Moritz to see the bridal show. Now, Nell has to find time to see both of them without the other one knowing. The days count down to the show and everyone has their own problems to deal with. Will the show go off well with no set-backs? Oh dear. The story is a good one, but Nell’s whining mother is a royal pain. Both parents needed to grow up. Felicity is a wimp when it comes to Adam. She should have kicked him to the curb years ago. I like Gabriel and the clever fairy tales he told Felicity. The saving grace for this book are the descriptions of the scenery, the dresses, and the food. I have read a number of this author’s books and enjoyed some very much. She tends to write in the style of Danielle Steel which isn’t bad, but it just some good editing. Copy provided by NetGalley in exchange for a fair and honest review.
Christmas at the Chalet: A Novel (Kindle) Anita Hughes This book has two love stories Felicity the Bridal designer and her top Model Nell. Felicity wants to get engaged to her longtime boyfriend and Nell want her divorced parents to get along long enough to both be at her wedding. Thanks to the publisher and #NetGalley for allowing me to preview this book. Add in a fashion show in St. Moritz a handsome local Doctor named Gabriel and lots of great scenery, good food, some laughs and love and you get your surprising HEA.
I loved the descriptions of St Moritz and the bridal gowns but I didn’t love the story. What with photo shoots and preparing for a fashion show; Felicity, Eliot and Gabriel; Nell and her estranged parents Patty and Todd; plus to a lesser extent, Raj and model Katie; there was too much going on. As a Christmas story for me it fell flat, as I wanted a fairytale HEA, which only happened for one of the protagonists. I voluntarily read and reviewed an advanced copy of this book from NetGalley. All thoughts and opinions are my own.