Expecting her first child, Sherri Wilder Davison wants nothing more than to spend time with her father over the holidays, but fate has a way of changing her best-laid plans.
Adam Davison is willing to do anything to make his pregnant wife happy. He will face hell to have her home for the holidays.
For Sherri and Adam, the holidays are a time of celebration and love, but this Christmas will be unlike any they have ever faced.
When a horrible blizzard causes an automobile accident that puts the lives of those Sherri loves on the line, can a Christmas miracle save them?
Melissa KeirAuthor Bio
Melissa Keir has always wanted to be an author when she wasn’t hoping for a career as a race car driver. Her love of books was instilled by her mother and grandparents who were avid readers. She’d often sneak books away from them so that she could fantasize about those strong alpha males and plucky heroines. In middle school and high school, Melissa used to write sappy love poems and shared them with her friends and still has those poems today! In college her writing changed to sarcastic musings on life as well as poems with a modern twist on fairy tales and won awards for her writing. You can find many of these musings along with her latest releases on her website and blog.
As a writer, Melissa likes to keep current on topics of interest in the world of writing. She’s a member of the Romance Writers of America and EPIC and other writing organizations. She is always interested in improving her writing through classes and seminars. Melissa doesn’t believe in down time. She’s always keeping busy. Melissa is a wife and mother, an elementary school teacher, a book reviewer, an editor for a publishing company as well as an author. Her home blends two families and is a lot like the Brady Bunch, without Alice- a large grocery bill, tons of dirty dishes and a mound of laundry. She loves to write stories that feature happy endings and is often seen plotting her next story.
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what a beautiful Christmas story about love faith and miracles
totally heart warming.
Date Added: 12/16/2013 by julie dalglish
Such a heartfelt story, reminding us that miracles do happen.
Date Added: 01/03/2013 by Rebecca Muldoon
A Christmas Accident
After learning of her father’s dementia diagnoses, Sherri Wilder Davison wants to spend time with her father during the holidays. Although his wife is in her third trimester of her pregnancy and a blizzard is raging, her husband Adam agrees to take her home for Christmas.
When a car in front of them stops suddenly, Adam tries to break but the roads are too bad and he ends up flipping the car over the guardrail. Now he is a coma, which the doctor believes to be irreversible, but Sherri is hoping that a miracle can save them.
Told from Sherri’s pov, A Christmas Accident is short holiday novella. Although labeled as erotic, I found it to be on the lighter side of the genre.
The premise of the novella was something that could be expected of this type of novella and it was interesting, but it just didn’t click with me. There were no high points or low points of the plot, it kind of fell flat, which was a bit of a disappointment. And the sex-dream scene (the only sex scene in the novella) seemed completely out place.
Overall, while this was an exceedingly quick read, I don’t think that it was for me.
I won this book from the author, Melissa Keir on FaceBook. I’m so glad that I did! This is a short story of love and miracles and Christmas magic.
4 out of 5 stars
Adam and Sherri are a loving couple expecting their first child around Christmas. They are heading to Sherri’s childhood home in the middle of a snow storm when tragedy strikes. Both are injured in a car accident. The faith of Sherri’s dad is unwaivered and he ask’s the priest to pray for Adam, that he recover and be there for Sherri and the baby.
Will a Christmas miracle happen for Adam? Will he wake up to see his child?
Even though this is a short story, the bond between Sherri and Adam is very strong, you can feel that from the beginning and never sours. I really enjoyed this story and the way Melissa Keir weaves her Christmas magic/miracle.
Looking over at Adam, I’m amazed that such a handsome man could love me. Stubble showed on Adam’s rugged face. I liked the way the short growth of beard rubbed on my face when he nibbled on my ears. Adam’s dark brown hair was cut short, emphasizing his deep blue eyes and strong nose. The small dimple on his chin made him seem more approachable and much less serious. His tall stature and muscular body always made me feel precious yet delicate, like a porcelain doll, but Adam never treated me like anything other than a desirable woman.
“How are the roads? Do you think we can stop so I can use the bathroom? Your son is pushing on my bladder.” Wiggling in my seat, I tried to alleviate the uneasy pressure.
Adam looked over at me with a dreamy expression on his face. His gaze settled on my stomach as it undulated. “Sure, I could use some coffee. How are you feeling? Little Pea looks active tonight.”
“I’m okay except for the kicks to the bladder. I swear he’s practicing his temper tantrums so he has them right when he comes out. Oh Ricky, we are in so much trouble,” I replied with a silly high pitched whiney Lucille Ball-type voice, then smiled.
I am thankfully in the third trimester of my pregnancy. I’d passed the dangerous stage where many women miscarry as well as the dreaded morning sickness phase that sucks the very life out of a body. Now I had abundant energy and looked forward to finally getting ready to meet our son. We still had two more months to go but I already felt like a beached whale, not to mention the walking with a waddle. Adam loved talking to my stomach, he’d even been reading storybooks to our peanut each night.
Adam and I had eloped to Hawaii five years ago during our Christmas vacation. We’d kept our wedding private, only us. Today we are closer than most married couples, enjoying the same things, especially our cottage home on the Huron River, old movies, television shows, and snuggling up with a blanket on those cold Michigan nights.
While we both loved our families, neither one of us enjoyed traveling which became the basis for the fight. I’d won the the argument after the announcement of my father’s recent diagnosis. I’d spent hours on the phone with my sister, then on the internet gathering information on Alzheimer's. The dementia had already begun to kick in when Dad accidentally set fire to his home. Luckily, Syndie had already moved in with Dad and got him out of the house in time. My need for family had only become stronger since I’d learned about my pregnancy and the arrival of the first grandson.. I didn’t want my baby to miss out on his remaining grandparent.
Fear about my father never getting to meet or know my little peanut became a constant in my mind. Adam and I had distanced ourselves from our families over the years. We were always so happy spending time with just each other, we’d just never considered what those choices did to others. Having a baby changes things. My sister’s wedding invitation plus my dad’s diagnosis, well, both convinced me that we needed to get back to Ohio. Christmas seemed like a perfect excuse.
After pulling into the gas station, Adam stopped the car next to the pump. I grabbed my purse. “I’m going to use the bathroom, grab your coffee, then get a snack while you fill up. Is there anything else you want?” I walked over to Adam’s door as he let himself out.
Adam bent down to kiss my belly, making my muscles clench. How does such a beefy man do that yet still look so masculine?
“Why don’t you also grab me some pretzels. I don’t know if the coffee will be good on my empty stomach. But with the way the snow has been falling, I want to make sure we can take the turnpike rather than Route 2.”
Route 2 is known as Death’s Highway. The area of Route 2 between Bono and Sandusky claimed dozens of lives due to the large semi-trucks in addition to the awkward two lane road. People couldn’t see what was coming around the next bend so head-on collisions were frequent. The horrible blizzard-like conditions from Lake Erie only made the road more treacherous.
After grabbing the coffee, pretzels and some crackers for myself, then paying for them, I headed back to the car. The snow made the car hard to see from the door of the gas station. Driving in this mess wasn’t a comforting thought.
“Adam, the weather looks really bad. Maybe we should turn on a local radio station to check on the road conditions.”
Making slow progress, we listened to the bleak weather bulletin. Little did we know one single radio announcement would change our lives forever.