Chanelle Nash, $2.99, ISBN 978-1370354962
Contemporary Romance, 2017
Chanelle Nash’s A Magical Christmas Night is a take on the Cinderella fairytale, and it’s… well, let me give the synopsis first.
It’s Sarah Green’s first day at work and she is invited to the Christmas masquerade party thrown by the boss Darius Salisbury.
Apparently, he has never seen a hot woman in a rainbow dress before, because he’s soon raging and rearing to have a go, I mean dance with her.
Meanwhile, she probably has never seen a hot man before, maybe being born an adult on the first page itself, so she immediately puts out to the boss. She hasn’t even worked a week with him, and now she’s working it under him!
Now, now, don’t you people call her an opportunist ho or anything like that. She’s not that smart.
What she does is to flee, and of course, she gets knocked up. Of course.
She will raise the kid on her own, naturally, despite having no concrete means of making enough for the two of them, because she’s a selfless, noble heroine who is definitely not a ho, and she will not burden the billionaire with something as immoral as child support.
Fortunately, he finds her a few months into her pregnancy, and he wants to marry her.
Because Sarah is such a noble heroine who is not a ho, definitely not, she is reluctant to be his wife because she doesn’t want him to think of her as a gold digger. I wish I am kidding.
Anyway. Anyway.
The weekend is around the corner, and my new motto in life is to have minimal negative feelings clouding up my inner Zen, so I’ll just keep things simple in my concluding sentence for this review.
Dumbest story ever.
