I really wish Julie Brannagh’s Holding Holly had been a full length novel instead of a novella. This story had so much potential that wasn’t fulfilled.
Don’t get me wrong. I loved the characters. The hero is a gentle giant of a football player with old-fashioned manners ingrained by his Southern mama and grandma. The heroine is a hard-working nursing student who also happens to have a cute grandma.
The plot is G-rated, but that’s not a drawback as far as I’m concerned. This is set at Christmas, so the sweetness is appropriate.
But I do question how an interracial romance seems to raise no conflict whatsoever. I know we have come a long way in America, but I also know prejudice still exists on both sides of the color line. The only real conflict here is over revealing a secret concerning who is answering letters to Santa.
I’ve enjoyed Brannagh’s previous books. I wish she’d added more meat to the bones of this one.