The First Noelle


Noelle Joy stopped celebrating Christmas ten years ago, when Trevor Holden skipped out on their long-planned Christmas Eve wedding. He destroyed her trust in men, crushed her belief in God, and left her cynical about love. Gone is the bright, cheery spirit of the girl she thinks of now as...


Noelle Joy stopped celebrating Christmas ten years ago, when Trevor Holden skipped out on their long-planned Christmas Eve wedding. He destroyed her trust in men, crushed her belief in God, and left her cynical about love. Gone is the bright, cheery spirit of the girl she thinks of now as “the first Noelle.” Stronger and savvier, the new Noelle would never be found waiting at the altar for a groom who didn’t show.

When a famous-but-mysterious architect commissions her to decorate his mansion for a holiday event, Noelle finally returns to her hometown. Even as she finds an unexpected peace in facing ghosts from the past, her fiercely private client disturbs her. Michael Holliday is kind and considerate, but far too handsome…and hauntingly familiar.

Holliday didn’t choose Noelle to make his home a Christmas wonderland by accident. She’s the only one who can do the job he has in mind—and once she’s in his mansion, he never wants to let her go. But he’s hiding a secret that could destroy any chance of a relationship with the beautiful decorator.

A false persona. A shattering secret. Can love break down these insurmountable walls?



Hope Springs—5 miles

Noelle Joy struggled for breath that seemed inadequate. She gripped the wheel with white-knuckled fingers as her vehicle sped relentlessly toward the small, California mountain town that had been her home until a decade ago.

What are you thinking? Why would you ever return to the place where you suffered the worst indignity of your life? Even as the desperate questions spun through her mind on an out-of-control turntable, she launched into long-rehearsed relaxation techniques. One…two… three… Breathe in. Four…five…six… Breathe out. Breathe. Just. Breathe.

By the time the weathered “Welcome to Hope Springs” sign came into view, her emotions were well in hand. She was here to do a job—one that would look good in her bank account and on her résumé. And—since she insisted on honesty at all times, especially with herself—she had to admit the person at the other end of the contract added a certain appeal to this gig.

Noelle had dutifully researched the man after he’d contacted her, but there’d been no real need. Michael Holliday was becoming a household name. The talented architect had burst onto the scene seemingly out of nowhere and had won award after award in the years since his first design created an uproar in the industry. He somehow managed to steer clear of the ever-reaching tentacles of the press, but that phantom-like ability to avoid the spotlight only whetted the media’s collective appetite.

Holliday also drew notice by often, and generously, sharing the rewards of his labor. Charity organizations, large and small, benefitted from his wealth. Individuals and families in dire need had been blessed by generous checks delivered to their doors—all signed by Michael Holliday, all accompanied by simple notes that included well wishes, promised prayers, and requests to keep his donation downwind of the press. But happy, relieved people rarely kept that kind of blessing under wraps.

Aware of, but not able to track down the source of the mysterious gifts, the media had dubbed Holliday the Phantom Philanthropist.

Not a single photojournalist had ever captured a clear shot of the man. A few unrecognizable photos found their way into various publications, but none provided any real idea of his appearance. News articles offered only guesses as to where he lived, using vague terms such as, “Most likely somewhere in Northern California.”

Along with a stringent confidentiality agreement, Noelle had signed a contract that offered an incredible amount of money to create a decorating miracle in Holliday’s home. Having scribbled her moniker on “the dotted line,” she became one of the few people who possessed a physical address for Michael Holliday, Phantom Philanthropist and Architect Extraordinaire.

He did indeed live in Northern California—somewhere near Hope Springs, where Noelle had enjoyed a happy childhood, lived out teen years filled with love and romance…and suffered the most painful and degrading rejection any woman could endure. A good portion of the total population had witnessed her public rebuff—a bride in a church bedecked with Christmas finery, awaiting a groom who never showed.

She groaned as she pulled into her parents’ driveway for the first time in a decade. As much as she loved Mom and Dad, the prodigal’s return promised to be anything but joyful.

Reviews (3)

by Delia Latham

Reviewed by Deborah Stone for Reader's Favorite As with all of Delia Latham's novels, you will be entertained, touched, and never disappointed with The First Noelle. The well developed and multi-faceted characters come alive and the story draws you into its emotional, sometimes playful, compelling situations. Delia Latham is a gifted storyteller with descriptive writing that allows you to both see and feel her characters and what is happening to them and around them. First Noelle is a tender story that could easily become a Christmas classic. This is Christian romance at its very best. First Noelle: A Second-Chance Christmas Romance (Christmas Holiday Extravaganza) would make a great holiday movie. My one complaint about Delia Latham's books is that they are tremendously difficult to put down. I am a fan!

by LoRee Peery

I loved the small-town description of Hope Springs that read so familiar to me. I pictured it easily. I guessed Michael’s identity right away and anticipated the thawing of Noelle’s heart. I’m never disappointed in a Delia Latham story.

by PBG M.

Delia wrote a truly suspenseful, captivating story with a twist. Noelle, for ten years has been an cold, hard woman after being left without a groom on her wedding day. No one knows what happened to her groom, Trevor, he just disappeared. She went on to become a well respected and sought after interior designer In San Francisco. Michael Holliday is a well known reclusive architect who to resides close to her home town, a place she’s avoided for a decade, and has requested Noelle for a job. It’s an opportunity she can’t pass up to flesh out her resume. In His Grip, Laura - PBG Booklover