Anian Meyor writes warm, clean romance about small places and the people who keep them going.
She came to writing the long way round: through years of reading, of getting to know the genre she loves, and of never quite getting over what a good story leaves behind. For as long as she can remember she has kept a notebook of lines borrowed from other writers, the ones she couldn’t bear to lose. That habit found its way into her first novel, where a grandmother’s notebook of eight-syllable verses holds a whole family together.
Her first two novels take place at Christmas for a simple reason: it is the time of year that moves her most, the one she loves to spend with her family. The next ones will travel to other seasons, with the same heart: small places, people who show up, and second chances.
Thank you for taking a chance on my books.
Three strangers. One snowy village in Alsace. A Christmas none of them planned.
Holly has spent twenty-two years making her husband’s galas look effortless. Grace has spent sixteen putting her own name last on every list. Genevieve, known to six million followers as Vivi, only wants a place where nobody takes her picture. Somehow all three end up volunteering for a first-ever Christmas campaign in Sternheim, a wine village in the French Alsace.
One wobbly table. Twenty-four days to Christmas. No plans whatsoever to fall in love.
For three winters, Roger Hale has sat at the same table at The Lantern, the one that wobbles, and complained about the pie every single time. Iris Hayes, who owns the place, always has a comeback. Neither of them calls this anything. Then December arrives.
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