Christmas. Books.

My husband made the most incredible find at the used-book rack in the giftshop at his work. I mean THE MOST INCREDIBLE.

The Sheik and the Christmas Bride


Now, my husband didn’t know this when he bought it, but I have been on Book Depository looking for Christmas Sheikh romances, because to me that sounded like a thing that should exist. I mean, the local grocery stores have broken out in tangerines (from Tangiers) and dates and figs, and when I was a child I associated Arabian Nights with Christmas for some reason (it seemed to be one of those books you got given illustrated versions of at Christmas).

So…sheikh Christmas romances. That should be a thing, right?

It is, but barely. Searching permutations of sheikh/sheik and Christmas brought up one result (the one my husband just bought me, because he is a genius and also knows me way too well). Sheikh/sheik plus “desert” gave me four. and

Why isn’t this more of a thing? I mean, I understand *real* sheikhs don’t have anything to do with Christmas, but romanceland-sheikhs seem barely to have heard of Islam, let alone practice it. (Although THAT is also on my romance-novel wish list, if anyone’s listening.)

In non-desert-related Christmas-romance-novel news, I have gone overboard a little.

It’s a thing I do.

Also I finally found time yesterday to wrap the books for the Advent calender of books. Ours aren’t as fancy as the ones on Pinterest, but we really loved doing it last year, so I thing it’s officially a tradition for us now.