She\'s meant to be catching flights, not catching feelings...
But once a year, for the last ten years, Molly has spent seven hours and fifteen minutes sitting next to Andrew on the last flight before Christmas from Chicago to Dublin, drinking.
Nothing romantic has ever happened between them: they\'re friends and that\'s all.
Molly and Andrew are just trying to get home to Ireland for the holidays, when a freak snowstorm grounds their flight.
I fell in love with Molly and Andrew as they She\'s meant to be catching flights, not catching feelings...
It\'s a feel good Holiday rom com that hits all the right spots...
PERFECTION! Goodreads reviewer ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ SO MUCH FUN.
I ABSOLUTELY FELL IN LOVE...
Sizzling...
And awwwwwww!!! Their chemistry!...
I had to stop myself from devouring this story much faster! I wanted to enjoy every moment of Molly and Andrew\'s journey...
I looooooved this so much!...
Readers are head over heels for Holiday Romance: OH MY GOODNESS!...
Perfect for fans of Sophie Kinsella, Mhairi McFarlane, and Christina Lauren.
A totally gorgeous and escapist friends-to-lovers festive romance with a swoon-worthy hero.
What she doesn\'t know is that, as the snow falls over the city and over the heads of two friends who are sure they\'re not meant to be together, the universe might just have a plan of its own...
And-as long as the highly-specific combination of taxis, planes, boats, and trains all run on time-it can\'t possibly go wrong.
But Molly always has a plan.
The clock is ticking.
And in time for his mam\'s famous Christmas dinner.
She vows to get him home.
The irrational thing.
So, instead of doing the sane thing and just celebrating the holidays together in America, she does the stupid thing.
Molly isn\'t that bothered by Christmas, but-in yet another way they\'re total opposites-Andrew is a full-on fanatic for the festive season and she knows how much getting back to Ireland means to him.
In spite of all the ways the two friends are different, it\'s the Holiday tradition neither of them has ever wanted to give up.
But once a year, for the last ten years, Molly has spent seven hours and fifteen minutes sitting next to Andrew on the last flight before Christmas from Chicago to Dublin, drinking terrible airplane wine and catching up on each other\'s lives.
Nothing romantic has ever happened between them: they\'re friends and that\'s all.
Molly and Andrew are just trying to get home to Ireland for the holidays, when a freak snowstorm grounds their flight.
She\'s meant to be catching flights, not catching feelings..
