BLOG TOUR: Second Chances at the Log Fire Cabin by Catherine Ferguson

It’s time to cosy up this winter…

When Roxy proposes to her boyfriend Mac in a moment of madness on live TV, she’s mortified when he rejects her. To escape the embarrassment, she takes a job working as cookery assistant at a Christmas house party at the idyllic Log Fire Cabin. Roxy hopes the new job will take her mind off Mac, because to her eternal annoyance, she hasn’t been able to stop thinking about him…

But when Mac turns up at the cabin in unexpected circumstances, things begin to go awry. Can Roxy heal her own heart this Christmas? Or is someone waiting in the wings to help her…?

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It’s the most perfect Christmas tree I’ve ever seen.

I gaze at it from my perch on the sofa. We went a bit mad with the tinsel and it’s definitely leaning a bit towards the left – but wrapped in my happy festive glow, I swear I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.

The soft glow of the fairy lights blended with the evocative aroma of pine forest is having a thoroughly intoxicating effect on my mood. As is the warmly spiced mulled wine we drank while we decorated the tree.

Jackson surprised me with the mulled wine. When I opened the door, he was standing there, a big smile on his handsome face, holding up one of those special gift packs that include the red wine and the cinnamon sticks and cloves.

‘Ooh, lovely,’ I lied.

‘Only the best for my best girl!’ he said, pushing the gift pack towards me. He cupped my face in his hands and gently kissed me on the tip of my nose – a tender gesture that makes my heart skip a beat every time he does it. Then he led the way into the living room. Glancing in the mirror above the fireplace, he ran a hand over his on-trend haircut with the tapered sides and volume on top, which I always think makes him look like a sexy honey-blond version of Elvis. Jackson is very proud of his hair. (Mine, by comparison, is blonde and fine, and completely resists any attempts I make to tame it.)

Jackson sank onto the sofa, legs splayed out, and ran his eyes over me admiringly. ‘You look gorgeous tonight, Roxy Gallagher.’ There was a sexy gleam in his blue eyes. ‘Come here.’

Heart beating fast, I walked over to him, feeling ridiculously nervous. The house was empty. My flat­mate and best friend, Flo, was out with her fiancé, Fergus. I hoped Jackson didn’t think . . .

But no, I’d had The Conversation with him only the week before.