NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • Available in one volume for the first time, Christmas Masquerade and The Gift of Christmas, two of Debbie Macomber’s classic holiday novels about finding love and faith and rediscovering oneself Christmas Masquerade: After Jo Marie first meets Andrew, her dream man, in the romantic crush of a Mardi Gras parade, she cannot stop thinking about him. But when their paths cross again later that year over the holidays, she’s devastated to discover that Andrew is actually engaged to be married. Jo soon notices, however, that the relationship between Andrew and his fiancée may not be what it seems. In the whirl of Christmas parties and festivities, the spark from Andrew and Jo’s first meeting remains, and though Jo holds back in fear of falling in love with a taken man, it seems his situation is more complicated than what meets the eye.  The Gift of Christmas: Cooper Masters gave Ashley Robbins the gift of her education when he lent her money for school years ago. Now, Ashley has graduated, affirmed her faith, and launched her career. She is able to pay Cooper back the money for her education and has achieved all of her goals—except for one: confessing her love for Cooper. Faith intertwines with love in this Christmas novel as Ashley works to achieve her final goal of winning Cooper’s heart. Debbie Macomber is a leading voice in women’s fiction. Fifteen of her novels have reached #1 on the New York Times bestseller lists, and six of her beloved Christmas novels have been hit movies on the Hallmark Channel, in addition to the original series Debbie Macomber’s Cedar Cove, based on Macomber’s Cedar Cove books. There are more than 200 million copies of her books in print worldwide. One “You’ve got that look in your eye again,” pixie-­faced Kelly Beaumont complained. “I swear every time you pick me up at the hospital something strange comes over you.” Jo Marie forced a smile, but her soft mouth trembled with the effort. “You’re imagining things.” Kelly’s narrowed look denied that, but she said nothing. If Jo Marie had felt like being honest, she would have recognized the truth of what her friend was saying. Every visit to the hospital produced a deluge of memories. In the months that had passed, she was certain that the meeting with the dream man had blossomed and grown out of proportion in her memory. Every word, every action had been relived a thousand times until her mind had memorized the smallest detail, down to the musky, spicy scent of him. Jo Marie had never told anyone about that night of the Mardi Gras. A couple of times she’d wanted to confide in Kelly, but the words wouldn’t come. Late in the evenings after she’d prepared for bed, it was the dream man’s face that drifted into her consciousness as she fell asleep. Jo Marie couldn’t understand why this man who had invaded her life so briefly would have such an overwhelming effect. And yet those few minutes had lingered all these months. Maybe in every woman’s life there was a man who was meant to fulfill her dreams. And, in that brief five-­minute interlude during Mardi Gras, Jo Marie had found hers. “. . . Thanksgiving’s tomorrow and Christmas is just around the corner.” Kelly interrupted Jo Marie’s thoughts. The blaring horn of an irritated motorist caused them both to grimace. Whenever possible, they preferred taking the bus, but both wanted an early start on the holiday weekend. “Where has the year gone?” Jo Marie commented absently. She was paying close attention to the heavy traffic as she merged with the late evening flow that led Interstate 10 through the downtown district. The freeway would deliver them to the two-­bedroom apartment they shared. “I saw Mark today,” Kelly said casually. Something about the way Kelly spoke caused Jo Marie to turn her head. “Oh.” It wasn’t unnatural that her brother, a resident doctor at Tulane, would run into Kelly. After all, they both worked in the same hospital. “Did World War Three break out?” Jo Marie had never known any two people who could find more things to argue about. After three years, she’d given up trying to figure out why Mark and Kelly couldn’t get along. Saying that they rubbed each other the wrong way seemed too trite an explanation. Antagonistic behavior wasn’t characteristic of either of them. Kelly was a dedicated nurse and Mark a struggling resident doctor. But when the two were together, the lightning arced between them like a turbulent electrical storm. At one time Jo Marie had thought Kelly and Mark might be interested in each other. But after months of constant bickering she was forced to believe that the only thing between them was her overactive imagination. “What did Mark have to say?” Pointedly, Kelly turned her head away and stared out the window. “Oh, the usual.” The low, forced cheerfulness in her roommate’s voice didn’t fool Jo Marie. Where Kelly was concerned, Mark was merciless. He didn’t mean to be cruel or insulting,