In this humorous and heartwarming romance, sparks fly between a woman who can't wait to leave a wintry New England island, and a widower who would do anything to stay.   Travel magazine writer Celeste Bell is in a terrible mood. Not only was her flight to the Caribbean diverted to a Massachusetts island, now it looks like she'll have to spend Christmas there. Single and still mourning the loss of her mother a year earlier, Celeste is desperate to avoid any emotional entanglements and all holiday festivities. She just doesn't feel like celebrating.   But that's exactly what community center director Nathan White and his young daughter Abigail want to do. Nathan is entirely focused on making sure that his daughter has a happy Christmas, especially with the knowledge that if he can't raise money for the community center soon, it will close and they'll have to leave the island. When he meets Celeste, Nathan begins to feel a connection and wonders if he's brave enough to risk his heart once more. Thawing their frozen hearts, and saving the community center will require a Christmas miracle. But tis' the season... “Celebration at Christmas Cove is a beautiful story of finding community, home, and love just where you didn't expect it. I fell in love with Nathan, Celeste, the charming secondary characters, and Christmas Cove itself. Carrie Jansen writes funny, heartwarming stories that make me feel like I'm coming home.” —Lee Tobin McClain, New York Times bestselling author of Home to the Harbor “A charming romance filled with humor and warmth, and a veritable Christmas stocking full of delightful characters with whom you'll want to spend the holidays.”—Sheila Roberts, USA Today bestselling author of Sunset on Moonlight Beach “Charming and delightful! Carrie Jansen pens a holiday romance that brings all the sentiment of the season to life in Celebration at Christmas Cove . This book made me long for a small town Christmas on a snow covered island in New England. A perfect holiday read!”--Jenn McKinlay, New York Times bestselling author of Wait For It Carrie Jansen earned an MFA in creative writing and published many poems and short stories before becoming a novelist. An avid bodyboarder and beach walker, she spends as much of the year as she can on Cape Cod, where she draws inspiration for her contemporary romances. She also writes Amish romance novels under her pseudonym, Carrie Lighte. Chapter 1   Monday-December 19   "You're bumping me?" As a writer for an elite travel magazine, Celeste Bell had flown around the world over the course of the past seven years and she'd never been bumped from a flight. She knew it was bound to happen sooner or later; she just didn't want it happening now.   "We paged you three times, but since you weren't at the gate for initial boarding, we assigned the seat to another passenger," the agent explained.   Celeste wasn't at the gate because she'd had to bring her luggage to the ticket counter after changing out of the ugly sweater she'd worn to her office holiday party earlier that day. This season, she'd been avoiding Christmas festivities like the flu, but since participation was mandatory, she reluctantly donned the most hideous apparel she could find: a fluffy white sweater with a cartoonish fir tree emblazoned across the front. The tree was crowned with a blinking LED-powered star, and a dozen miniature, multicolored sleigh bells were strung from its boughs with silver tinsel. The sweater bore an uncanny resemblance to a yuletide craft Celeste had made in first grade from a paper plate, cotton balls, glitter and various geometric shapes cut from red, green and yellow felt. Oh, the things she did for the sake of her career.   "I get it. Symbolism," Brad, the college intern, remarked. Holding a plastic cup of eggnog in one hand and a chocolate mint brownie in the other, he gestured toward her midsection with his chin. "You chose that sweater because your last name's Bell, right?"   The bells were actually Celeste's least favorite part of the sweater, which was saying a lot. Whenever she walked from her cubicle to her boss's office or to the break room and back again, their jingling made her feel like a Clydesdale-it didn't help that she'd gathered her long, thick blond hair into a high ponytail-and drew increasingly annoyed looks from her coworkers over the course of the day.   She intended to switch wardrobes before a colleague drove her to Logan International Airport, but at the last minute, the magazine's editor in chief, Philip Carrington, tasked Celeste with proofreading Brad's post about the Boston Harbor Holiday Cruise. And by proofreading Philip meant rewriting. Brad's draft was so poorly structured, it took Celeste half an hour to reword it, and by that time her coworker was threatening to leave without her.   When she arrived at the airport, Celeste wheeled her luggage into the restroom so she could change. She removed her heavy winter coat, scarf