Blog Tour + Excerpt: The Christmas Wishing Tree (Eternity Springs: Book 15) by Emily March

The Christmas Wishing Tree (Eternity Springs, #15)

4 Stars

Publisher: St. Martin’s Press, St. Martin’s Paperbacks

Date of publication: September 25th, 2018

Genre: Romance

Series: Eternity Springs

A Callahan Carol—Book 0.5

Angel’s Rest—Book 1

Hummingbird Lake—Book 2

Heartache Falls—Book 3

Mistletoe Mine—Book 3.5

Lover’s Leap—Book 4

Nightingale Way—Book 5

Reflection Point—Book 6

Miracle Road—Book 7

Dreamweaver Trail—Book 8

Teardrop Lane—Book 9

Heartsong Cottage—Book 10

Reunion Pass—Book 11

Christmas in Eternity Springs—Book 12

A Stardance Summer—Book 13

The First Kiss of Spring—Book 14 (review here)

The Christmas Wishing Tree—Book 15

Where you can find The Christmas Wishing Tree: Amazon | Barnes and Noble

Goodreads synopsis:

Sometimes life’s most magical journeys bring you back to where it all began…From USA Today bestselling author Emily March comes The Christmas Wishing Tree, an enchanting account of the magic and miracle of Christmas.

A man who loves adventure and the open sea, Devin Murphy returns for a short Christmas trip to his small hometown of Eternity Springs. Immersed in the joy and magic of the holiday season all around him, he doesn’t hesitate to play along when a young boy phones Santa to ask for a very special wish. Devin never guesses that a wrong number has the potential to make everything in his life so right.

Jenna Stockton adopted Reilly when he needed a mother and she intends to keep him safe. A small town across the country called Eternity Springs seems like a good place to hide from their past without any complications –until sexy Santa himself discovers her secrets. When Devin proposes a daring plan to face down the danger together and defeat it once and for all, she is tempted. Maybe Devin really is capable of making wishes come true? Perhaps in a Christmas wish they’ll both find the miracle they’ve been looking for all along…

A delightful Christmas novel in the New York Times bestselling Eternity Springs series.


An Eternity Springs Novel
Eternity Springs (Volume 6)
Emily March
St. Martin’s Paperbacks
Chapter One

Christmas carols played softly in the background. The scent of spiced cider perfumed the air. Shoppers
munched happily on gingerbread cookies and perused the bookshelves for that perfect gift.
Dr. Jenna Stockton imagined ripping the halo off the angel’s head and choking her with it. Instead, she
reached deep within herself for patience and managed to find a smile for the costumed character
behind the bookstore counter. “If I could speak with your manager, please?”
“She’s awfully busy.”
Jenna thought of the ridiculous length of her own to-do list as she fought to keep her smile from turning
into a sneer. “Yes, well, it’s that time of year, isn’t it? Your manager?”
The little angel gave a haughty sniff, and then said, “If you’ll step out of line, please?”
Without missing a beat, the angel turned a bright smile toward the woman waiting behind Jenna.
“I’m so sorry for this unfortunate delay, ma’am. I’ll be as quick as I possibly can.”
Jenna didn’t snarl like a rabid dog. She didn’t. She smiled at the woman behind her in line. Sweetly.
Without canines.
The woman and the four people behind her each gave Jenna an annoyed glower. She gave them all a
smile too, then reached for the nearest book, which she pretended to read until the clerk returned,
accompanied by a fiftysomething woman dressed like an elf. The angel gestured toward Jenna and said,
“This is the one, Ms. Thomas.”
The elf spoke in a harried tone. “May I help you?”
“I hope so.” Especially considering that I went out of my way to support a local business rather than
ordering online. Jenna set down the paperback. “I placed a special order two weeks ago and someone
from this store called me last week to tell me it was in. However, your … angel … can’t find it in your
computer system, so she insists I’m mistaken.”
“Do you have your receipt?”
“Not with me, no.”

“Well, if you’ll come back—”
“I don’t have time to come back. I ordered the books for an event that begins”—Jenna checked her
watch—“in forty-five minutes. I’d like you to check your stock room. My name is Jenna Stockton.”
“Ms. Stockton, I can’t—”
“I ordered thirty copies of New Adventures in the Christmas Angel Waiting Room.”
“Oh.” The manager pursed her lips. “Oh. I recall that order.”
Then the manager winced. Uh-oh. Maybe not so good. Jenna drew a deep, calming breath, then asked,
“If you will get it for me, please?”
“Oh dear.”
Jenna closed her eyes.
“I’m afraid we had some internal miscommunication. We sold out of our stock of that particular title and
an employee, unfortunately, failed to notice the hold notice on your order. She put them on the shelf.”
“How many are left?”
“It’s a popular title,” the manager hedged.
Jenna leaned forward. “The books are for pediatric cancer patients at Children’s Hospital. The Christmas
party is at four o’clock.”
“Oh dear,” the manager repeated. “Four o’clock you say?”
Jenna nodded curtly.
“I’ll call our distributor. If you can stop back by—”
“You’ll need to deliver them directly to the hospital. To the attention of Dr. Jenna Stockton.” She
removed a card from her purse and handed it to the manager. “Here’s the address. Take them to the
information desk in the lobby. I’ll tell the volunteers working there to expect them.”
“But we don’t have a delivery—”
Jenna folded her arms and gave the manager her best take-no-prisoners look.
“I’ll do my best to have them there by four, Dr. Stockton. I apologize for the inconvenience. Now, is
there anything else I can help you with? I saw you looking at the new Liza Holcomb thriller.” She picked
up the book and handed it to Jenna. “It’s a fabulous book. Scariest stalker story I’ve read in years.”
Jenna quickly returned the book to the display table. A stalker story? That was all she needed. “No,
thank you. All I need today is what I ordered. Thank you for the help. You have my phone number. I trust
if there is any further problem, you will give me an immediate call?”
“Yes. Of course.”

“Perfect. Merry Christmas, Ms. Thomas.”
“Merry Christmas to you too, Dr. Stockton.” The manager gave her a bright smile that didn’t quite hide
the worry in her eyes.
Jenna headed for the door, glancing over her shoulder before pushing it open. The elf was on the phone,
the angel had been replaced at the register by a reindeer, and Frosty the Snowman was on hands and
knees beside the urn of mulled cider wiping up a spill. She sighed. Angels with attitude aside, she liked
this little store. She really hoped they didn’t let her and the children down.
Outside, the jangle from the Salvation Army bell-ringer mingled with the shrieks and laughter of children
embroiled in a snowball fight in the park across the street. Jenna tugged leather gloves from her coat
pocket and pulled them on as she walked to the street corner and waited for the light to change. Her
gaze drifted back to the snowball warriors. It did her heart good to see healthy, happy children playing,
especially after a morning like this one.
When the walk signal flashed on, she crossed the street and cut through the park headed for her car,
which she’d left in a lot a block away. Her thoughts returned to her to-do list. She could save a few
minutes if she bought cookies at the grocery store instead of making the extra stop at the bakery before
picking up Reilly from daycare. But she’d promised Reilly a gingerbread man from—
Something cold and wet stung her cheek. What in the world? Reflexively, Jenna lifted her hand to her
face and the remnants of … a snowball. She’d been hit with a snowball. Had the battlefield moved
without her noticing and she’d been struck by an errant shot? Or had the attack been deliberate? If that
was the case, one of these heathens was about to get a piece of her mind.
But when she turned to identify the culprit seconds after the snowball landed, her gaze skidded over a
group of youngsters to an adult standing nearby. The pockets of a black wool coat concealed the man’s
hands. A black knit cap pulled low on his brow and the matching scarf looped around his face shielded
everything but his eyes.
Eyes that watched her.
A shiver of fear skidded down Jenna’s spine. She whirled around and picked up her pace. By the time she
reached her car, she was all but running. She thumbed the key fob and unlocked the door as she
approached, then locked it again the moment she was inside. She sat behind the steering wheel
breathing hard, her heart pounding. Her gaze locked on the path through the park.
Nobody had followed her. Chased her. She’d let her imagination run wild.
“You didn’t imagine the face full of snow,” she muttered.
She should call the cops. File a report.
Sure. Be one of “those people.” Tie up a law enforcement officer’s time over a child’s prank. Because
surely, that’s all it had been. One of those kids probably threw the snowball, and the guy dressed in
black probably saw it as it flew by. He’d watched her to see if she’d pitch a fit about it.

She slipped her key into the ignition, started the car, and did her best to dismiss the incident. Forty
minutes later—after stops at the dry cleaners, grocery, bakery, and party store—she made it back to the
office in time for her one-thirty appointment with five minutes to spare. If she’d checked her rearview
mirror more often than usual and paid close attention to those around her as she completed her
errands, well, she was simply being responsible.
Whenever she had a few free minutes during the rest of the afternoon, her thoughts drifted back to the
troubling events of recent months. The harassment had begun in October, although for the first few
weeks, she hadn’t recognized the threat. Everyone got hang-up calls. She explained away the texts as
wrong numbers. But once online orders she hadn’t placed began showing up on her doorstep, she
realized she had a problem.
She’d thought she’d been a victim of identity theft. She’d spent an entire weekend canceling cards and
changing accounts. Then last week when a particularly difficult case kept her at the hospital until early
morning hours, she came out to the physician’s section of the parking garage and found the air had been
released from each of her tires.
Random vandalism, the police said. Teenage pranks. Jenna wasn’t so certain, but she didn’t know who
would be doing this to her or why.
As she exited Exam Room 4, her receptionist met her with the news that her three o’clock was a no-
show, which meant she was done for the day. Jenna tucked away her dark worries and turned her
thoughts to the light and bright. Now she’d have time to pick up Reilly from school rather than have his
after-school caregiver drop him off at the hospital.
Luck was with her for a change because a parking place became available just as she pulled up. As she
got out of her car, a bell rang, and the door to the kindergarten classroom opened. Reilly was the third
youngster out.
“Mom!” exclaimed her six-year-old son. “You’re here! It’s time for the Christmas party, isn’t it? Is it time
for the party? Is Santa going to be there? I have my list already.”
“Hello, little man. Yes, it’s time for the Christmas party and yes, Santa has promised to make an
“I’m so excited!”
“Me too, Reilly. Me too.”
She’d been trying to make the Santa visit happen for two weeks now. Because kids grew up so fast these
days, she knew that this might be the last year that Reilly believed in Santa Claus. Jenna had wanted to
make it a special event for them both.
For the initial effort, she had planned an all-day Saturday holiday adventure beginning with breakfast at
a pancake house, followed by shopping for gifts for Reilly’s friends, then a matinée performance
of Rudolph at the children’s theater, and culminating with a visit to Santa’s Wonderland and a
conversation with the big man himself. They’d had a great time eating and shopping and watching the
play, but as they left the theater, her pager had gone off. She’d tried again the following Saturday with a

different itinerary, but with similar Santa results. She and Reilly both were counting on “The third time is
the charm” axiom working today.
Arriving at the hospital, she took advantage of valet parking due to the amount of party supplies she had
to tote inside. She loaded up a collapsible wheeled cart with gifts and decorations and bakery boxes,
then Reilly helped her tug it inside, where she approached the information desk with trepidation. “I’m
Dr. Stockton. Do I have a package waiting, I hope?”
“Books,” the volunteer said. “Yes, they’re here.”
She reached beneath the counter then pulled out a box. Jenna spied twice as many gift-wrapped items
as she’d expected. The folded note taped to the front of the box read, “Your complete order is enclosed.
In addition, please accept these thirty copies of the first book in the Christmas Angel Waiting Room series
as a gift to the children from the staff here at Hawthorne Books.”
“Well, isn’t that nice?” Jenna murmured.
“Isn’t what nice, Mom?”
“The Christmas spirit.”
He nodded in all seriousness. “I love the Christmas spirit. I wish it could last all year long.”
“You and me both, little man. You and me both.”
The Christmas party that followed was a bittersweet success. Local and a few national celebrities
showed up to shower attention and gifts and good cheer on the patients of Children’s Hospital and their
families. It was always nice to see the smiles, but invariably, tears were shed too. The what-ifs and if-
onlys were unavoidable. Hospital events always caused Jenna to hug Reilly a little tighter and spend a
little more time on her nightly prayers.
The books Jenna gifted were well received by parents and patients alike. Reilly finally had his visit with
Santa and Jenna shed a tear or two of her own while she snapped photos of the moment with her
In the car ride on their way home, Reilly bubbled about the party—the food, the games, the gifts. “There
were a lot of dads there,” he observed. “Did you see, Mom? There were a whole bunch of dads.”
“Yes.” Then, in an effort to alter the direction of the conversation, she said, “I was surprised to see how
many football players attended. How many autographs did you get?”
“I don’t know,” Reilly answered with a shrug before proving that he was not to be distracted. “I thought
Dr. David would be there. Why didn’t Dr. David come?”
Oh, Reilly. Dr. David Henderson was Reilly’s pediatrician, a widowed father whom she’d dated briefly last
summer. “I told you he moved back to Minnesota to be closer to Bella and Jessie’s grandparents. Dr.
Larimer is your new doctor.”
Reilly gave a long sigh. “I pretended I forgot. I thought he would make a really good daddy for us, Mom.”

“Oh, Reilly.”
“We really do need a daddy.”
“Reilly,” Jenna said, warning in her tone. “Please. It’s been a long day. Let’s not get started on that
subject again.”
“But, Mommy…”
She silenced him with a stern glance. Her son could be a terrier when he got an idea in his head, and
lately, every time she turned around, he’d been yipping and yapping about needing a daddy.
How about I just order one online? Everything else was showing up at the house. She’d certainly have
more use for a daddy for Reilly than a yodeling pickle electronic noisemaker.
She switched on the radio, which was tuned to the Christmas music station. Listening to Alvin and the
Chipmunks hope that Christmas wouldn’t be late wasn’t much better than the yodeling pickle. However,
the music did manage to distract Reilly, who sang along the rest of the way home, so she wasn’t about
to complain.
Her son helped her unload the car, and then he dashed about the house turning on the lights of all of
their Christmas decorations while Jenna sorted through the mail. One envelope, in particular, caught her
notice. Whitewater Adventure Rafting on the Snake River? Her stomach took a sick little flip.
Dread filled her as she stared down at the envelope addressed to JENNA M. STOCKTON, MD.
This was coincidence, surely. Just bad timing of an advertisement that probably went to everyone in her
zip code.
She slid the letter opener blade beneath the envelope flap and removed the folded paper.
A reservation for one. Paid in full. January 23rd at 10:00 a.m.
She dropped the paper as if it were on fire. Her hands trembled. Her heart pounded.
Her always-adventuring parents had drowned in a whitewater rafting accident seven years earlier … on
January 23.
“Mom, can we read a story?”
Jenna saw her son standing in the doorway with his stuffed Rudolph beneath his arm. His request was a
life-preserver tossed to a drowning person. “Absolutely. I have a new book for us.”
Because she wasn’t on call tonight and she had no patients she suspected of being in imminent need of
her services, she poured herself a glass of wine, traded her shoes for slippers, and settled into the
overstuffed easy chair in the family room with the copy of The New Adventures in the Christmas Angel
Waiting Room that she’d reserved for her own family. “In my lap, little man.”
He bounded over to her, his face alight with joy.

Storytime was special for them both. She’d finished the first book and allowed herself to be talked into
reading a second and a third. They were negotiating a fourth when she answered the doorbell to a pizza
delivery she had not ordered.
By nine thirty, her doorbell had chimed eleven more times with deliveries of eleven more cheese and
mushroom pizzas. Jenna was allergic to mushrooms.
At nine forty-five she called the police.

Copyright © 2018 by Emily March in The Christmas Wishing Tree and reprinted with permission from St.
Martin’s Paperbacks.

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Sometimes life’s most magical journeys bring you back to where it all began…From USA Today bestselling author Emily March comes The Christmas Wishing Tree, an enchanting account of the magic and miracle of Christmas.

A man who loves adventure and the open sea, Devin Murphy returns for a short Christmas trip to his small hometown of Eternity Springs. Immersed in the joy and magic of the holiday season all around him, he doesn’t hesitate to play along when a young boy phones Santa to ask for a very special wish. Devin never guesses that a wrong number has the potential to make everything in his life so right.

Jenna Stockton adopted Reilly when he needed a mother and she intends to keep him safe. A small town across the country called Eternity Springs seems like a good place to hide from their past without any complications —until sexy Santa himself discovers her secrets. When Devin proposes a daring plan to face down the danger together and defeat it once and for all, she is tempted. Maybe Devin really is capable of making wishes come true? Perhaps in a Christmas wish they’ll both find the miracle they’ve been looking for all along…

A delightful Christmas novel in the New York Times bestselling Eternity Springs series.

Author Bio:

Emily March is the New York Times, Publishers Weekly, and USA Today bestselling author of over thirty novels, including the critically acclaimed Eternity Springs series. Publishers Weekly calls March a “master of delightful banter,” and her heartwarming, emotionally charged stories have been named to Best of the Year lists by Publishers Weekly, Library Journal, and Romance Writers of America. A graduate of Texas A&M University, Emily is an avid fan of Aggie sports and her recipe for jalapeño relish has made her a tailgating legend.

My review:

When I first saw The Christmas Wishing Tree, I thought it was going to be one of those feel-good books. One of those books where the male and female main characters knew from day 1 that they were meant for each other. Where Instalove rules and a relationship of 3 days is enough to know that he/she is the one. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy reading those types of books. I also enjoy reviewing them. But, I have become bored with Instalove romances. I was happy when I started reading The Christmas Wishing Tree.

The Christmas Wishing Tree is the story of Devin, Jenna, and Reilly. Devin is an Aussie on vacation in Eternity Springs visiting his adoptive parents. Jenna is a busy OBGYN who is stressed out by the Christmas time rush and a stalker. Reilly is Jenna’s 6-year-old adopted son who believes in Santa. Devin and Jenna meet when Reilly somehow gets the phone number of the burner phone that Devin was given. Reilly was told that the phone was a line to Santa. Devin and Jenna finally talk and they both agree to let Devin keep up the charade. Things change when Jenna’s stalker becomes dangerous. Desperate to provide a safe and stable environment for her son, Jenna goes off the grid and ends up in Eternity Springs. There she meets Devin. It is there where she has a stand down with her stalker. It is there where she realizes that Devin is more than Santa to her. After being on the run and afraid, can she trust enough to put down roots? Will, she let Devin and the people of Eternity Springs help her? Can she get Reilly the help he needs? More importantly, can she love?

For being the 15th (yes 15th!!!) book in the series, The Christmas Wishing Tree can be read as a stand-alone. I have some very strong feelings about picking up a book mid-series. The short version, it annoys me. I hate reading a book, having past books come up and having no idea what is going on. So yes, I was happy with this book. I was able to get into Devin and Jenna’s story without having to worry about the past books being a major issue.

I liked how true to life the author made Jenna’s stalker storyline. Unfortunately, in real life, most stalking cases are not addressed by the police because of the reasons stated in the book. Most stalking victims (male and female) have had to take drastic measures like Jenna took to escape their stalkers. While Jenna’s case did get resolved (because someone took her serious), most don’t. Like I said at the beginning of the paragraph, I enjoyed it. As for Jenna’s stalker, I thought knew who it was. So when her stalker’s identity was revealed, I was surprised.

I felt awful for Reilly during the book. He endured 2 traumatic experiences that scarred him. I know that Jenna was doing what she thought was right but I didn’t think that traveling the country in an RV, under an assumed name was the right thing for him. That poor boy needed therapy as soon as the second traumatic event happened. Not almost a year later. Not faulting Jenna, because she was in flight or fight mode, but still. I was glad when Jenna relented and got Sinatra for Reilly. I also was glad when she allowed him to go to the ranch, where there were people qualified to help him.

I thought Devin was awesome the entire book. He went along playing Santa when he could have been a Grinch about it. He started the ball rolling when he found out about Jenna’s stalker. He was a devoted brother, uncle, and son. He also had a jealous streak a mile wide. I called when he had a fist fight with Boone. The glares he kept giving him before that cracked me up.

Devin and Jenna’s romance was delicious. It was a slow burn. I loved it. I loved that the chemistry between them built up over time. It wasn’t instantaneous. It was 2 years in the making. What I also liked was that the sex scenes were not explicit. The author put enough in there so you knew what was going on. Loved it!!

The end of The Christmas Wishing Tree was cute. I liked how the author wrapped up the storylines. They were all ended in ways that satisfied me as a reader. I am looking forward to book 16. Hopefully, it will be Boone.

What I liked about The Christmas Wishing Tree:

  1. Loved that it could be read as a stand-alone
  2. Devin and Jenna’s relationship
  3. The storyline

What I disliked about The Christmas Wishing Tree:

  1. Jenna’s stalker
  2. How Reilly was affected by everything that was going on
  3. How Jenna was affected by her stalker

I gave The Christmas Wishing Tree a 4-star rating. This was an enjoyable read. The characters were relatable and the plotline was engaging. My only complaint had no bearing on my rating. That complaint was about the stalking plotline. It made me sad to see how one person could ruin someone’s life.

I will reread The Christmas Wishing Tree. I also would recommend this book to family and friends.

I would like to thank St. Martin’s Press, St. Martin’s Press, and NetGalley for allowing me to read and review The Christmas Wishing Tree

All opinions stated in this review of The Christmas Wishing Tree are mine.

**I chose to leave this review after reading an advance reader copy**

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I love to read. My favorite genres women's fiction, romance (including erotica), psychological thrillers, fantasy, and young adult. I also enjoy steampunk, dystopian, LGBTQIA, and paranormal. I am also a busy mom of 3 kids.

2 thoughts on “Blog Tour + Excerpt: The Christmas Wishing Tree (Eternity Springs: Book 15) by Emily March

  1. Reblogged this on Dog Eared Pages and commented:
    I read this book too. I was however more impressed with it. I had never read any other books in the series so I wouldn’t have been thrown off by repeat characters. It is very well written and the stalker was my least favorite element. Since my usual genre is historical romance this book was a pleasant deviation from the norm for me.

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