Forever Christmas

Forever Christmas

by Robert Tate Miller

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ISBN-13: 9781401690649
Publisher: Nelson, Thomas, Inc.
Publication date: 10/14/2014
Sold by: HarperCollins Publishing
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 192
Sales rank: 268,802
File size: 2 MB

About the Author

Robert Tate Miller began his writing career with homespun essays of small town life that were published by Reader's Digest, The Christian Science Monitor, and the Chicken Soup for the Soul book series. He moved to Los Angeles in the late 1980s and wrote successful family-oriented telefilms for NBC, ABC Family, and the Hallmark Channel. Robert lives in Northridge, CA, with his wife Gina and stepdaughter Chloe June. Facebook: RobertTateMiller Twitter @Robtatemiller

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Forever Christmas

By Robert Tate Miller

Thomas Nelson

Copyright © 2014 Robert Tate Miller
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4016-9064-9


Andrew was late again. As Beth meandered through rows of pine trees at Ray's Christmas Tree Lot, she resisted the urge to call her consistently late husband. What good would it do? He'd just apologize as usual, pluck an excuse from the catalog of excuses he kept tucked away in his coat pocket. "Pick out a tree," he'd say. "And I'm sure I'll love it."

Beth sighed, glanced at the time on her iPhone. Two minutes later than the last time she checked.

Ray, the lot owner, tugged at the collar of his plaid shirt as he approached. "So what'll it be, miss?"

"I'll take that one," Beth said. She pointed to a scraggly, glorified twig that looked a bit like Charlie Brown's pathetic tree in A Charlie Brown Christmas.

"Really?" Ray stared at her. "He's a scrawny little orphan." Apparently he'd forgotten all the lessons he learned in Salesmanship 101.

"I like underdogs," Beth said. "How much?"

Ray scratched his chin. "Let's see, for a nice lady like you, I can let him go for thirty-five."

"Twenty-five," Beth countered. "And you throw in a stand."

Ray pondered her offer for a beat, then caved. "Deal."

* * *

Beth was covered in pine needles by the time she dragged the little tree three blocks from the tree lot at 86th and Park to the Carnegie Hill apartment she shared with her husband. She'd managed to lose a branch or two along the way and wondered if this miserable little pine wouldn't be better off left at the curb for the trash collector.

She paused on the sidewalk and looked up at her apartment window. Dark. Well, at least Andrew hadn't come home and forgotten about her. She rested the tree by the entry door and checked her phone in case she'd missed a text. Nothing.

"Beth, there you are!"

Beth turned to see her husband, Andrew, jogging across the street, his leather carrying case slung over his shoulder, Bluetooth welded to his head.

"There you are!" Beth made no attempt to disguise her annoyance. Andrew held up his index finger, his signal for "I'm on the phone." Beth folded her arms and glared at him as he finished up a business call.

"Al, just call Kimberly, and she'll make the travel arrangements. Okay, gotta run." Andrew clicked off his phone. "Alistair Whitman," he said. He planted a hurried kiss on Beth's cheek. But if he thought dropping the name of his most famous literary client would get him out of his wife's doghouse, he had another thing coming.

"Andrew, where were you? I waited at the tree lot for almost an hour."

"Honey, I'm so sorry. The end of the year is crunch time for a literary agent. All my deals are closing. I'm swamped."

"How much effort does it take to send a simple text?" Beth said.

"Beth, I know. I have no excuse." Andrew appraised the tree. "Wow. That's our tree?"

Beth glared at him. "Don't you dare, Andrew Farmer. You forfeited the right to be critical."

Andrew smiled and picked up the tree. "I know the perfect spot for it." Beth opened the apartment building entry door, and Andrew plunged through, cracking a branch on the way in.

"Andrew! Careful! Don't hurt him."

"Oh, so it's a him, eh?" Andrew tried to tease Beth into a better mood as he fought his way up the narrow stairwell. "I thought trees were supposed to be female."

"You didn't think any such thing."

Andrew was halfway up the stairwell when Lulu, the yippy beast in 4B, bolted from the landing down the steps and through his legs, nearly toppling him over the railing.

Andrew called out as he regained his balance. "Beth! That little mutt Whatshisname's out again!"

"It's Lulu," Beth said. She scooped the little dog up in her arms. "She's not a mutt. She's a West Highland terrier. And it's Whats her name."

An old lady's voice hollered down from the second level, "Luluuuu!"

"I've got her, Mrs. Applebee," Beth called back. She pointed her finger at the dog. "You've got to stop sneaking out like that."

Mrs. Applebee stepped out of her apartment and smiled when she saw Beth cradling her Lulu. "Oh, thank you, Beth. What would I do without you?" Beth lifted the squirming dog into the woman's arms. "Would you like to come in for some hot cocoa and Christmas cookies?" Mrs. Applebee said.

"I'd love to, Mrs. A, but Andrew and I are just about to trim our tree." Mrs. Applebee considered Andrew as if noticing him—and the tree—for the first time.

"Oh, your husband's home. Miracles never cease. Well, some other time then. Bye now, and merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas," Beth said. Mrs. Applebee shot Andrew a disapproving look and vanished inside her apartment.

"That woman hates me," Andrew said.

"She thinks you don't deserve me," Beth said. "She might be right."

* * *

Andrew positioned the little tree in the corner by the window. "At least he doesn't take up much space."

Beth looked over and smiled. "A little more centered, please."

Andrew shifted the tree six inches to the left. "There. Perfect," Beth said. "How does grilled cheese and tomato soup sound?"

"Fine," Andrew said.

"You know, it's supposed to snow Christmas Eve," Beth said. "I'd love a white Christmas."

"Yeah," Andrew said.

"I have a wonderful idea!" Beth said. "After we decorate the tree, let's light a fire and watch the movie."

"What movie?" Andrew said. He plucked a pine needle from his neck.

"Well, White Christmas, of course." Beth sang a few bars of one of the songs from the musical:

If you're worried and you can't sleep,
Just count your blessings instead of sheep,
And you'll fall asleep
Counting your blessings.

Her voice was sweet and perfectly pitched, and Andrew couldn't help but smile. He always loved to hear Beth sing. Then a guilty knot tightened in his gut. She wasn't going to like what he was about to say.

"You know, that sounds great," Andrew said. "But you think we could take a rain check? Or rather a snow check. Huh? See what I did with the whole snow theme?" Andrew chuckled at his lame attempt at humor. Beth wasn't smiling. "You're right. Not funny," he said.

"What is it, Andrew? Another business dinner? Because I thought we were going to spend Christmas together."

"Beth, we are. It's not Christmas ... yet. It's December 22. We have three more days until Christmas."

Beth glared at him and then gave him her back. Andrew knew this wasn't a good sign. Anger was bad, the cold shoulder far worse.

He stopped messing with the tree and walked over to the kitchen counter where she was dumping soup into a pan. Might as well just throw all the cards on the table.

"I have to go to Chicago for a couple days," he said. "But don't worry, I'll be back in plenty of time for Christmas."

Beth paused for a moment to let the news sink in. She then resumed stirring the soup and refused to meet his eye.

"When?" she said.

Andrew knew that disappointed voice all too well.



Half an hour later, Andrew stood on the sidewalk next to an idling yellow cab. As the driver hurled his roller bag into the trunk, Andrew looked up at his apartment window. He could see Beth by the tree, tossing on strands of popcorn. "Look at me," he whispered.

He was sure she felt his eyes on her, but she wouldn't turn his way.

"Bud, if you got a six-thirty flight, we'd better hustle," the driver said. Andrew took one last look at Beth and climbed into the backseat of the cab.

* * *

When Andrew arrived at first-class seat 3B on his flight to Chicago, he found a twentysomething beauty occupying 3A. She flashed him a sexy smile as he stashed his carry-on bag in the overhead compartment. It was bad enough leaving his wife on Christmas weekend, but if Beth knew his assistant, Kimberly, was along on this junket, he'd have hell to pay.

When Andrew hired Columbia graduate Kimberly Garner the previous summer, he had no idea it would spell trouble for his marriage. He was impressed with Kimberly from the moment he met her. She was sharp, funny, and ambitious, and he sensed she would soon be moving up the agency ladder. However, when he introduced her to Beth at a company party, he picked up an immediate friction between them. Kimberly poured on the charm in an attempt to win over her boss's spouse, but Beth was reserved, not her usual friendly self.

"She's very pretty," Beth said on the cab ride home that night. "And she has an eye for you." Andrew laughed, told her she was wrong, that Kimberly looked on him as a mentor. But Beth wasn't convinced. From then on, if she had to speak to Kimberly on the phone, Beth was short and to the point. When Kimberly's name came up, she would noticeably tense up.

"Beth, I have lots of assistants. Kimberly's one of many. And she has a boyfriend."

In reality, Kimberly had broken off with the guy she'd been dating a few weeks after coming to work for Andrew's agency. A fact he neglected to mention.

Even though he went out of his way to diminish Kimberly's role in his work life, she remained a touchy subject. And the truth was, Beth's suspicions were warranted. It quickly became obvious that Andrew's beautiful protégé had designs on him. He'd be a fool not to notice the way Kimberly looked at him, how she playfully fine-tuned his hair or adjusted his tie when he was about to head into a meeting. Her flirtations stroked his male ego, but in order to assuage his guilt, Andrew convinced himself it was nothing more than a harmless office crush.

Still, he sensed the day of reckoning was coming, and sooner rather than later. How would he react, he wondered, if Kimberly decided to act on her infatuation?

And that was all the more reason to keep Kimberly's presence on the Chicago trip on the down low. What your wife doesn't know can't get you into trouble.

"Hey, handsome," Kimberly said. "Thought you were going to miss the flight." She took a sip of her cocktail and let her glossed lips linger on the rim of the glass.

Andrew closed the overhead compartment and slipped into the seat beside her. "Almost did. Midtown Tunnel's a parking lot."

Kimberly had already ordered him a Scotch on the rocks and was reading the galley of the novel belonging to the young Chicago writer they were hoping to sign. She thumbed through the pages of the manuscript.

"A bit derivative," she said.

"We're agents," Andrew said. "Our job isn't to smell it but sell it."

"First we have to sign her," Kimberly said.

"It's in the bag," Andrew said. "That's why I make the big bucks."

* * *

Back at the apartment, Beth kept occupied with cookie baking, gift wrapping, and last-minute Christmas card writing. She promised herself she'd keep her cool. But when she burned a batch of snowman sugar cookies, she angrily dumped the tray in the garbage can and dropped the pan in the sink with a loud clang.

Why would Andrew leave her like this at the start of the holiday weekend? She felt like calling him and telling him off once and for all.

What had happened to him? To them?

Her eyes drifted to an old, familiar snapshot photo stuck by a fruit-shaped magnet to the refrigerator door. Andrew and Beth posing with Andrew's mother, Emma, at Christmastime, when they were in their early teens. Emma had her arms around them, and though she was smiling, there was sorrow in her eyes.

* * *

Growing up together in tiny River Falls, Pennsylvania, Andy Farmer and Beth McCarthy were practically inseparable. They met on a sweltering summer day in a lukewarm kiddie pool in Beth's backyard. Andy was four, Beth three. He was a sweet, sensitive little boy who seemed grown up beyond his years. He wore little sweater vests and bow ties and looked like a miniature Alex P. Keaton. Andy was polite to a fault. It was always "yes, sir" or "yes, ma'am." Adults adored him.

When she reflected back on those early days, Beth could see that young Andrew was forced to be the man around the house long before he was ready. His salesman father, Henry, was on the road most of the time, and the rare times he was home, he preferred to lounge in his easy chair and "catch up on his TV."

Beth could almost hear the ominous words: "Son, I need to speak with you about something."

Andrew had told her every detail about that moment, details that were burned into his memory. Twelve-year-old Andy was sitting at the little oak desk in his room finishing up his math homework when his mother came in to break the news. It was the third of October, and a cool autumn breeze blew through his open window. As the years went by, Andrew would think back to that moment and marvel at how many minute details he could remember. He could even remember how many times his neighbor's dog barked: six.

"It's about your father," Emma Farmer said.

"What about Dad?" His heart was beating fast. He knew this wasn't going to be good. "Is he okay?"

"He's left us," Emma said. "He's found someone else. Another woman."

That someone else turned out to be a young waitress he'd met on one of his sales trips. Not long after the conversation in Andrew's room, Emma slipped into a deep depression. And try as young Andy might to cheer her up, she never came out of it.

Two years after her husband left her for good, Emma Farmer fell ill one afternoon and died three days later. Andrew was holding one of his mom's hands when she passed; Beth was holding the other.

Andrew didn't even bother to try to contact his dad to give him the news of his wife's passing. He waited until after his mother's funeral and then sent Henry a terse note: Mom's dead. Just thought you should know. From that day forward, Andrew wanted nothing more to do with his father.

In the weeks following his mother's death, Andrew tried his best to push Beth away, but she refused to let him. Late one night, in a fit of rage, he called and told her he wanted to meet her by the bandstand in Town Square. Even though it was well past her curfew, Beth could tell her friend was deeply troubled, so she slipped past her sleeping parents and headed for the rendezvous.

When Beth approached the bandstand, she saw Andrew pacing like a caged cat. "Andy, what is it? What's wrong?"

Andrew wheeled on her, and she could see the pain and rage in his eyes.

"I hate him, Beth. You hear me? I HATE him!" he said. "And I need you to hate him too."

"Andrew ...?"

"Say it! Say that you hate him as much as I do. If you're really my friend, say it." Beth watched as hot tears rolled down Andrew's face. His voice lowered and he struggled to choke back his sobs. "I need to know. Say you hate him, or we're done."

Beth slowly shook her head. "I'm sorry, Andy. I don't. I can't. And if having to hate your dad is a condition of our friendship, then I'm sorry. I guess we can't be friends anymore."

Andrew stared at her as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"I wish you the best, Andy," Beth said. "I really do. And I'll miss you."

Beth walked away quickly to hide her tears. She wanted to look back at him, to tell him that she loved him, but she knew that would be the wrong thing to do. She knew how much he was hurting, and she knew that she couldn't help him until he was ready to help himself.

They didn't speak for two months. Then one rainy school morning Andrew was waiting for Beth when she came out of her house. He held an umbrella for her on the five-block walk to River Falls High while he let himself get soaked to the bone. That was Andrew's way of saying he was sorry. He never mentioned their quarrel.

Beth was happy to have her friend back, but she worried about her Andy, about the rage and grief he kept bottled up inside. He hated Henry Farmer for his betrayal, for not being there, and there was no talking him out of it.

And she knew that someday the emotional bill would come due.


Beth could still hear her mother's voice: "Beth, if you know what's good for you, you'll marry that boy. He's a keeper." Beth was only six when her mom began the campaign, but she took it to heart anyway. It just made sense. Andy Farmer was a nice boy, he was her best friend, and he was pretty darn cute to boot.

By the time the childhood sweethearts reached their senior year at River Falls High, Andy and Beth had become best friends, confidants, and soul mates. On graduation night, just after the stroke of midnight, Andrew got down on one knee in the center of Town Square and took Beth's hand.


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Forever Christmas 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 11 reviews.
JCMorrows More than 1 year ago
Funny story: When I read the synopsis for this book, it immediately made me think of a movie I saw years ago. In fact… from the synopsis, the book sounds exactly like the movie – so of course, I was intrigued. I just had to read it! As far as I can tell, Robert Tate Miller is the man who actually wrote the movie script, so I’m guessing he decided he wanted to offer this wonderful story to the reading world as well. It’s more than a little odd… reading a book that came from a movie – very different from reading a book that later becomes a movie. The expectation are very different because you already have a picture in your head of what is happening. So… for anyone who saw the movie who reads the book, they’ll be able to visualize very well while reading. Two somewhat unique observations… 1) From all of the other reviews I read through, it appears that I am the only reviewer who has actually seen the movie. 2) I have to wonder if Robert Tate Miller is no longer interested in writing for Hollywood since his stories are full of miracles and heartwarming Christmas and that seems to be the last thing Hollywood is interested in at the moment… even on his website, it sounds as if Robert is doing everything he can to forget her ever wrote for Hollywood. I received this book free in exchange for an honest review.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Super book
VillaSyl More than 1 year ago
One snowy Christmas Eve, Andrew’s life is tragically turned upside down. Then a heavenly gift provides him the opportunity to make things right. Andrew Farmer is on the fast-track in the literary world. As an up-and-coming agent, he is constantly on the road, wooing prospective clients and making a name for himself. All of his travels leave his wife Beth, his childhood sweetheart, home alone, wondering what has happened to their marriage. Andrew returns from yet another last-minute trip, knowing he needs to make amends to Beth for his departure just days before Christmas, but he doesn’t expect her frosty greeting and the argument that ensues. Would they have spent their last moments together arguing had they known that just before midnight on Christmas Eve, Beth would be hit by an out-of-control taxi that would ultimately take her life? Andrew would like to believe not, but it isn’t until he meets a humble, straight-talking angel in disguise named Lionel, that Andrew receives the opportunity to try again. Lionel grants Andrew the gift of the last three days of Beth’s life to relive, but there’s a hitch: her fate cannot be changed. Only one gift will save her life, and Andrew has a mere seventy-two hours to figure out what that gift is or he’ll lose Beth forever. The cover and the description of the story intrigued me. I received a digital review copy from Thomas Nelson-Fiction via NetGalley in exchange for my honest opinion. Other reviews stated - a magical tale, reminiscent of “It’s a Wonderful Life” and “A Christmas Carol.” I hoped to find a Christmas classic. My expectations were not met. Forever Christmas was not good enough to be compared to “It’s a Wonderful Life” and “A Christmas Carol” the story was likable enough but I don’t see it as becoming a classic. It seemed Andrew and Beth talked to themselves rather than to each other. Other people gave their opinion about the main characters but not why. I found it somewhat lacking. I often enjoy happily-ever-after stories but Forever Christmas failed to capture my attention. Andrew and Beth didn’t seem real enough. The story never really impressed and possibly too short to develop the characters fully enough to care about what happens to them. This story did not have real conflict and tension only perceived issues. Again it was told to the reader what happened not letting the reader see it unfold. The other reviews of this story stating that it was like other stories tells me it was not too original and was too predictable. I was disappointed in this Christmas novella, the description basically told it all. The characters are not developed enough to care enough about them and the concept of redemption and restoration did not fully come through. I received a digital copy of book from Thomas Nelson Fiction via Net Galley for my review.
GHott More than 1 year ago
Andrew Farmer has been living his life with one thing in mind – prosperity. He seems to have forgotten, however, the woman he’s promised to cherish all of the days of his life, Beth. Andrew and Beth have been together since they were children. They always shared their dreams and talked about their future. But mere months after the wedding Andrew changes things up. He doesn’t realize that following this new path he’s found means trampling on Beth’s dreams, especially since he doesn’t even ask. He doesn’t realize what he’s done until it’s too late and he’s begging for a second chance… Hott Review: What I liked: Oh, WOW. “Forever Christmas” is like an amazing mash-up between It’s a Wonderful Life and Scrooge. (It’s the best I could do – I’m not a movie watcher!) It’s so sad. So heart-wrenching. So real. What I didn’t like: This was a very emotional book, which I don’t love, but it was worth every moment! More… Author: Robert Tate Miller Source: Netgalley Grade: A Ages: 16+ Steam: None Setting: New York, New York
bouncyberthaCR More than 1 year ago
3.5 - Along came a snowstorm... and a Christmas that changed everything. Stars. What a heartwarming, heart breaking, and heart rebuilding book. Forever Christmas isn’t a new story, but it is the kind of story I want to be reading around this time of the year. Robert and Beth Farmers marriage is going through a little bit of a rough patch, Beth is your typical hometown girl, family and togetherness is what is important to her. Robert used to have the same wants and beliefs, but since their move to the bright lights of New York from River Falls, what was important has taken a backseat to his aspirations of being bigger and better in his work, the square footage of his home, and the balance of his bank account. "I used to believe in true love and forever and all that stuff, but now I'm not so sure." One night, one mistake, one reckless act and everything in Robert’s life changes, this story is about the three days he is given back to make things right, and ensure the Beth gets the perfect gift, the perfect Christmas, the perfect goodbye. ”The angels are waiting for you…” Well written, beautifully developed, and definitely worth a few hours of your time of this Christmas period. ARC generously provided via Netgalley, in exchange for the above honest review.
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Blooming-with-Books More than 1 year ago
Sometimes we are given a second chance... Forever Christmas   By Robert Tate Miller    A Story of Hope, Love, and Christmas Miracles    Sometimes we don't fully appreciate what we have until we've lost it and this Christmas Andrew Farmer is about to find this out firsthand. Beth was Andrew's childhood best friend and his sweetheart. They seemingly had the perfect marriage, but somewhere during the years Andrew's focus shifted and his career slowly started pushing Beth out. When Andrew is given a second chance to prove his love to Beth can he accept this gift?  Or will he blow his last chance with Beth? He has mere days to change his life and his focus or he will lose the love of his life. But to change Andrew must deal with the past and the mistakes he's made along the way.  But can a man change his ways overnight?  Or will the pattern of success he set for himself be too strong to resist? Forever Christmas is a story of second chances and true love.  How can one prove one's love for another?  Love is more than words and it is more than gifts.  It is ultimately one's actions.  The statement actions speak louder than words is true both in life and in this book.  How can a marriage that has seemingly lost importance to one or the other of the members be proven otherwise?  This is the task that Andrew has been given and he has 3 days to prove his wife he truly loves her.   How many times do we wish we could go back and do something over again?  We don't get do-overs, but there is no reason we can't change and go forward by putting others first. This is a lovely book that would make a perfect gift for anyone married or not.  We need to see each day spent with a loved one as a gift and one we may never have again.  Make each moment count and see what is truly important. I received a copy of this book through the BookLook blogger program in exchange for my honest review.
Pooke More than 1 year ago
If You Had a Chance To Do It All Again... Beth and Andrew Farmer, childhood sweethearts from a small town, have been married a number of years.  Beth is a golden girl with a big heart, who is beloved by everyone she meets.  Shortly after their marriage, Andrew drags Beth away from her beloved hometown to New York City.  He wanted to pursue his dreams, and has hit it big.  However his achievement has come at the expense of Beth, and much of what she loves, without Andrew even noticing.   Then on Christmas Eve, Andrew is back late from yet another business trip.  Beth has reached the limit from her husband, and in frustration, runs out into the snow and traffic.  Andrew decides to give chase, and is stunned to witness, at 11:58 p.m., a taxi hit Beth--and subsequently, she passes away. A shell-shocked Andrew encounters an angel who offers him the chance to relive the past three days.  There is one catch, at the end of the three days, exactly at 11:58 p.m. on Christmas Eve, Beth will once again be fatally hit by a taxi.  He is told that her fate cannot be changed. The story that follows is one of Andrew's attempt to make the three days perfect for Beth.  All the while, Andrew is heart-broken, knowing what awaits them the last two minutes of Christmas Eve.  Andrew also spends the time pleading with God, and the many angels that cross his path, for more time with Beth--in fact, for her life to be spared. He is told countless times that Beth's future has already been set.  One tiny seed of hope is given to Andrew.  He must give Beth the Christmas gift she really wants, the one she will love, but he has no idea what that is. Andrew sets out on an odyssey that opens his eyes to some shocking surprises, as well as, a journey of self-discovery.  Re-doing the last three days is supposed to be about giving Beth the best days of her life.  While trying to do that, Andrew finds he must face painful emotions he has pushed down since childhood, and the unhappy revelation that he may need to forgive the person who has hurt him the most. This story draws the reader in right away, and the characters are engaging.  It is easy to feel the gamut of emotions on both Beth's and Andrew's part.  Before the tale ends, you will be griping the book with white knuckles wondering if Beth will truly have to meet death late on Christmas Eve.  Or will there be some way to change her destiny?  Will Andrew figure out the "perfect" gift for Beth in three short days?  If he does find it, will it be enough to change history, and save Beth?  This story is really enchanting, and once I started reading it, I did not want to put it down.  I love tales set at Christmas time, and this one does that perfectly.  That is not to say this is just a book to read during the Christmas season.  This story could be read, and enjoyed, during any time of the year.  I highly recommend this 5-star book.  Despite the apparent tragic ending, you will close this volume with a smile.     The publisher has provided me with a complimentary copy of this book through The Thomas Nelson Publishing BookLook Bloggers program for the purpose of review.   I have not been compensated in any other manner.  All opinions expressed are my own, and I was not required, or influenced, to give anything but an honest appraisal.  I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255. 
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Forever Christmas by Robert Tate Miller is a a wonderful book. I couldn't put this book down and read it in a day. Although the book is not very long, my reason for reading it in a day was because it kept my interest and I couldn't stop reading until the end. In Forever Christmas, Andrew Farmer is a successful literary agent who puts his career ahead of his marriage. Although he loves his wife, he doesn't realize just how much until he loses her. He is then divinely given the gift of time, three days, to do things differently but he must also give his wife Beth a very special gift and only has the three days to figure out what that gift should be. This is a very touching story and I admit that it brought tears to my eyes a couple of times. The story will make you think about what your priorities are and to treasure every moment.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I received a copy of FOREVER CHRISTMAS by Robert Tate Miller from BookSneeze. I chose it because, well for one things, Christmas is coming, but I also felt like an uplifting story after a few heavy-hitters I’ve read lately. It also seemed like an escape from the stresses of everyday life. Oh yeah, it is also about a literary agent. I have a literary agent, and it was cool to take a look inside the life of one. FOREVER CHRISTMAS did not fail to meet all of my expectations. Andrew, the main character, is a literary agent. He is stressed and busy, but then a Christmas Eve accident causes him to take a new look on life. Yes, this storyline might sound a bit classic, but Robert Tate Miller writes with freshness. The characters are not only believable, but also emotionally jarring. By the end of the book, I wanted more. Beth especially struck me as being similar to many people I know in real life. I highly recommend this to people seeking an escape from a busy life or anyone who loves Christmas stories. The book is short, at only 183 pages, so it flies by. I’m passing it on to a friend who I know loves Christmastime.