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Sherlock Herms Master Detective – Conclusion
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Sherlock Herms Master Detective Part 9
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Sherlock Herms Flash Back to Heaven Can Wait Part 3
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Have a Wonderpurr Thanksgiving
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Sherlock Herms Purranormal Mysteries
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Kringle Chapter 10 Part 4
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Kringle Chapter 10 Part 3
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Kringle Chapter 10 Part 2
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Kringle Chapter 10 Part 1
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Donate Your Change to Save A Life

Sherlock Herms Master Detective – Conclusion

Previously on Sherlock Herms: The Making of a Master Detective-Part 9

“What’s the Chewy.com box for?” I asked Dori.

“Wemember when I asked if yoo knew where babies come from? Yoo said storks. But I knew better. Yes, storks are involved, but they deliver babies that come from Chewy.com.”

“But what does a Chewy box have to do with getting me home?”

Dori assembled the cardboard into it’s box shape. “Simple, Hwermie. Yoo get into the box, and I bwing yoo home.”

“But Mosey moves away when I approach him.”

Dori gestured to the box. “Get in.”

I tried to hop inside, but the damp, soggy English weather had seeped into my old bones and I struggled. Finally Dori tipped the box on its side, I walked in, and she flipped the lid closed. I heard her ask Mrs. Gray for help. I felt the box leave the floor, but then I was jiggled around as Mrs. Gray chased after Mosey.

She finally placed the box on the floor and I rolled out. “It’s not going to work, Dori.”

Instead of tears I saw determination on my little sisfur’s pretty face. “It’s going to work, Hwermie. I’m gonna get yoo home. Or I’m staying here with yoo. Yoor my brofur and bestest furend. I’m never gonna leave yoo.”

And now…

The Conclusion.

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Sherlock Herms Master Detective Part 9

Hi pals! I’m back from Thanksgiving hiatus. I hope everyone in Ameowica had a delicious Turkey Nom Day. To bring you up to date on my current adventure, I took Mosey back in time to meet my hero, Sherlock Holmes in order to get him to teach me how to be a master detective like he is. At first I couldn’t find 221B Baker Street. But then I got directions to where some guy named Doyle lived who knew Holmes. Turns out my hero isn’t flesh and blood. Rather he’s a fictional character in a mystery series written by Arthur Conan Doyle who killed him off right before I arrived in 1894. I know, I’m as shocked as you are.

I then met the real brains behind Sherlock Holmes: Doyle’s muse Fergus, a Bedlington Whippet cross who agreed to teach me how to solve mysteries like Holmes did. Unfortunately, Mosey and Fergus got into a fight and Mosey fled, not only the house, but the century, leaving me stuck in 1894. I wasn’t too worried at first, figuring he’d come back for me, but then my mom came to me while I was sleeping and told me Opie and Jack were having a hard time reconnecting me to Mosey. It looked pretty bad for me. I could be stuck in 1894 forever!

I’d made a very bad mistake. I should have never taken Mosey back to find my hero alone, without Dori. I told Fergus about my last case, called Welcome Home.  How my family blamed me for Patty Kiss setting our home on fire.  I didn’t want to be a purranormal detective anymore. I wanted to go home. I wanted my old life back. And I told Fergus about how that actually happened. I woke up back in my office in our old home, and thought everything I’d been through had been a dream. I also told him that I was suspicious of Dori and the others trying to make it seem like I was back to where I’d been before my first case, waiting for the phone to ring. Like I’d dreamed everything.

Fergus said, “You got what you wished for. You were returned to your old life, before you received your first purranormal case. So why did you time travel here? Especially if you wanted your old life back?”

I opened my mouth to reply, but then had to think about it. “I… I guess I got caught up in the idea of having a second chance to be successful. I didn’t like that I’d failed. Was a failure as a detective. I wanted to find Sherlock Holmes and have him teach me his secrets so I could start over and this time be a success.”

“Do you have any opinions on how you were able to have your old life back?”

“I’m thinking Charley, my Guardian Angel, had something to do with it. He always wanted me to be a success. But he also knew I was struggling. Maybe he got purrrmission to send me back to the beginning. Before I started to fail.”

“It would require a lot of energy to send—not only you, but your entire family back to the beginning.”

“Energy?”

“Emotion.”

“Oh, there was a lot of emotion going on that last night. Seeing your home on fire, and fearing for someone to die will do that to you.” Read More

Sherlock Herms Flash Back to Heaven Can Wait Part 3

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Previously on Heaven Can Wait-Part 2

“I want YOU,” Demon Loud Lady shrieked. “I’m here for YOU so Charley will come to your rescue, and then I will GET Charley!”

This was the a-ha! moment I’d been looking for. “Vivian, you need to get over your fixation on Charley. He’s moved on. You should too.”

“I want my house,” she roared in a dark voice that scared my whiskers straight. “He stopped me from coming back inside.” She abruptly shoved her face against her side of the bookcase, causing the upper half of my body to jerk back while my feet remain planted on the couch. “You helped him. If you don’t give me back my house, I will get you my pretty kitty, and your little sister too!”

Dori moaned behind me, but I didn’t dare react. She wanted our house. What would Mom and Dad say? And if Loud Lady didn’t have Charley—who did?

“Vivian. You’re in hell. Century 21 doesn’t sell real estate to bottom rung demons. Get over it. This house belongs to us now.”

The bookcase began to smoke. The room temperature plunged, ice cold. My whiskers sparked with electricity. My fur stood on end.

Jack murmured, “It just got creepy in here.”

I turned to see Opie by the door with Dori in his arms, her claws in his neck. Jack sat on the edge of the couch beside me, staring at a black mist seeping from the floor cracks, swirling around Candy who sat watching it as though in a trance.

“If I can’t have this house,” Loud Lady squealed, “then no one can!”

“Gotta go, Viv.” I slammed the book back into place, cutting off her outrage as the mist swirled around my sister. It didn’t drift or billow, though it moved like smoke. It looked more like a dense dark cloud shifting shape. It hovered around Candy for a few seconds, then disappeared inside her. Before our eyes Candy’s fur turned from autumn calico colors to blackest black.

“Mom’s gonna be really mad when she finds out,” I said after a moment. “Any idea what that was?”

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And now Part 3

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Have a Wonderpurr Thanksgiving

We are so very Thankful for all of our friends, and wish you a Happy and Blessed Thanksgiving.

Love, Kimberley Koz, Herman, Dori and the Wonderpurr Gang.

And now…here’s Dori with her Thanksgiving Song:

Sherlock Herms Purranormal Mysteries

While we are on holiday hiatus, here’s our Sherlock Herms Purranormal Mysteries for you to enjoy.

We will be back December 1st.

Kringle Chapter 10 Part 4

Holly Kringle has a very full plate. She is Highest Mayor of Polartown and President of Kringle Enterprises–the company that puts the ‘Merry’ in Christmas and the ‘Happy’ in Holidays. She is also the mother of teenagers and wife to Kris Kringle–the World’s Biggest Kid. When the reindeer are poisoned three days before Eve Launch, Holly adds amateur detective to her resume. With just about everyone in Polartown under suspicion, she doesn’t have time to dwell on employee problems, personal family issues, her 50th birthday, or investigate her husband’s highly suspicious behavior. If Dancer dies, her soulmate Dasher won’t want to live without her. And like a pod of whales beaching on the shore, the remaining Famous Eight will surely follow.

Today’s chapter is the final free chapter available to my readers. I’ve been posting ten chapters from my novel, KRINGLE, to ease you into the holiday spirit. I hope you’ve been enjoying the story–enough to want to know what happens!

How will Kris Kringle get Christmas to the World when his reindeer are so sick, and his wife Holly is fed up with his mysterous behavior and seriously considering divorce?

To catch up on the story I’ve added the Links to the end of this post.

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Kris sat up. “Can’t imagine anyone I know capable of poisoning the reindeer, other than Jack Frost, or maybe Krampus.”

Erik slid into the booth, knocking Joost aside. “I felt that way once, but it’s my job to expose a man’s true nature. Not pretty. Not pretty at all.”

Kris steeled himself not to react. If anyone knew how not pretty a man’s nature could be…

“Krampus isn’t responsible,” Erik said. “He’s in Alpine Europe going through a devil of a divorce, pardon the pun. His wife says he’ll be burning in hell—Ha, Ha—before she’s finished.”

Kris wasn’t amused. “Did you interview Frost?” Erik nodded. “And?”

“I’m not ready to give a report. However, I’ve narrowed my focus to an insider instead of an outsider.”

Kris felt his sphincter shrink. You couldn’t get more inside than Santa Claus. “As in, one of my employees?” Erik’s expression revealed nothing. “I’m the boss.” Kris’s voice cracked. Suspicion touched the cop’s face. Erik once said the element of surprise ranked higher than ninety percent of his police training. Kris abruptly lurched forward, snarling, “I should know if it’s someone I employ.”

Erik met him nose-to-nose. “And you will. When. I’m. Ready. To. Give. My. Report.”

Joy brought Erik’s order. “Tomato soup. Pasty, hold the rutabaga.”

Kris gestured to his lunch. “Hey, Joy? Gimme a do-over, eh?” She saluted with her middle finger. Read More

Kringle Chapter 10 Part 3

With Christmas fast approaching, I thought why not ease you all into the spirit of the holiday with ten chapters from my novel, KRINGLE. Yes! Ten free chapters for you to enjoy running Monday through Thursday until November 16th. Hope you enjoy!

To catch up on the story I’ve added the Links to the end of this post.

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He was half-way across the Square when his feet stopped moving. The unnaturally bright E-light stabbed him blind. While waiting for his feet to start up again, he wondered why Santa didn’t wear sunglasses. Sounded like a kindergarten joke.

Q: Why does Santa want sunglasses for Christmas?

A: Because he’s guilty!

He admired the exquisite detail Lars Utgaard used on Candy’s sculpture to capture her perpetual dewy freshness: her pouty mouth, lush eyelashes; the tiny snot droplet trembling at the end of her nose. He told the person beside him, “I destroyed my sleigh and planted evidence to blame Brannoc. He’s going down.” His stomach flipped. He’d just confessed!

“What’re you mumbling about?” Swathed in dramatic black despite the unusual heat, Malkorka snarled, “Candy’s face is destroyed because of you. Her eyes are swollen. What did you say to make her cry?”

“I didn’t make her cry. Brannoc did.”

“Bunk! Brannoc is wonderful. I quit! I’m dedicating my life to the pageant.” With dramatic flourish, she jumped on her broom and flew away. Read More

Kringle Chapter 10 Part 2

With Christmas fast approaching, I thought why not ease you all into the spirit of the holiday with ten chapters from my novel, KRINGLE. Yes! Ten free chapters for you to enjoy running Monday through Thursday until November 16th. Hope you enjoy!

To catch up on the story I’ve added the Links to the end of this post.

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Once upon a time, Good battled Evil and won, because the Good Guys always won.

Kris Kringle now looked at the world through new eyes. Sometimes the Bad Guy wore a plush red hat with a white puff-ball dangling from the end.

With Joost in tow Kris stumbled through St. Nicholas Square, his palsied hands brushing cat hair from his parka. Unprepared for what to do with the cat after it accomplished his dirty work, he’d given chase, fearful Erik would find it and connect it, not Brannoc, to the sleigh’s destruction. He’d been forced to end his search when Mary-Jane Giften’s calls could no longer be denied. Not for the first time did he want to throttle Holly for assigning him to Sponsor Hell right on the cusp of Eve Delivery. There would be coal in Mrs. Claus’s stocking this year, that was certain.

He’d destroyed Santa’s sleigh.

He—Santa Claus—had destroyed his sleigh! Read More

Kringle Chapter 10 Part 1

With Christmas fast approaching, I thought why not ease you all into the spirit of the holiday with ten chapters from my novel, KRINGLE. Yes! Ten free chapters for you to enjoy running Monday through Thursday until November 16th. Hope you enjoy!

To catch up on the story I’ve added the Links to the end of this post.

 

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THE TITTLE-TATTLE

The truth behind the rumors

Kris Kringle Fights Father Nature for Possession of Santa Heir

 by Nattie Blather

’Tiz the season to be jolly, but is the Kringle family hiding a dark secret behind their smiling faces?

Cooper says he’s the heir to Nature, but after the Oahu incident it’s obvious he doesn’t have what it takes. The boy is his mother’s son, alright. From what I’ve seen of her at the beach, Holly can’t handle lava either.

Pretty and porky Miss Joyous Noël has announced her ‘engagement’ to gorgeous man-fairy, Brannoc. It ain’t gonna happen, honey. He’ll never marry a girl with cotton candy brains. I’ll also bet Santa will have him raking reindeer poo before he lets Brannoc anywhere near his daughter’s sacred boudoir.

Or is he too late? Is that why Candy was seen crying while Brannoc destroyed the East Wing’s holiday tree, decorated in the girl’s honor.

Or should I say, dishonor?

And what’s this? LaRoux Cooper is throwing herself a divorce party? I’ve noticed she’s been swept off her feet by Ice Man Utgaard. Could it be LaRoux has finally shaken the fluff from her brains?

Holly is in full support and was heard telling her father, “You’re an episodic nightmare. An infectious dirt-bag. If you go near my mother again, I will hunt you down and live in your soul until you weep for mercy.”

Brainy but not beautiful Cookie told me, “My grandfather has put my family through years of mental abuse. He’s no longer welcome in our home.”

Father Nature responded, “My grandchildren’s reaction comes from years of mindless anger from their mother. She never accepted her grandmother’s rejection, but she simply cannot grasp the simplest of Nature concepts.”

When pressed for details, Kingston said, “I’ve supported Holly with love, encouragement, and enormous amounts of money, but her jealousy and resentment has pushed her into madness. She’s behind my wife forging ahead with this divorce bull crap.”

Father Nature was also heard to mutter, “If I don’t get some real sugar soon, I’m gonna blast Grimm County off the face of the earth.”

Hopefully, with Santa’s decision to divorce her, Holly Kringle will be knocked off her pedestal and lift the Sugar Ban. Just because she’s a powder addict and fifteen pounds overweight is no reason to punish the rest of us.

Chapter 1-Part 1  Chapter 1-Part 2.  Chapter 1-Part 3.  Chapter 1-Part 4

Chapter 2-Part 1  Chapter 2-Part 2   Chapter 2-Part 3   Chapter 2-Part 4

Chapter 3-Part 1   Chapter 3-Part 2  Chapter 3-Part 3   Chapter 3-Part 4

Chapter 4-Part 1.   Chapter 4-Part 2  Chapter 4-Part 3  Chapter 4-Part 4

Chapter 5-Part 1   Chapter 5-Part 2   Chapter 5-Part 3  Chapter 5-Part 4

Chapter 6-Part 1  Chapter 6-Part 2   Chapter 6-Part 3   Chapter 6-Part 4

Chapter 7-Part 1  Chapter 7-Part 2   Chapter 7-Part 3   Chapter 7-Part 4

Chapter 8-Part 1  Chapter 8-Part 2  Chapter 8-Part 3    No Chapter 8-Part 4

Chapter 9-Part 1  Chapter 9-Part 2   Chapter 9-Part 3   Chapter 9-Part 4

Chapter 9-Part 5

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Holly Kringle has a very full plate. She is Highest Mayor of Polartown and President of Kringle Enterprises–the company that puts the ‘Merry’ in Christmas and the ‘Happy’ in Holidays. She is also the mother of teenagers and wife to Kris Kringle–the World’s Biggest Kid. When the reindeer are poisoned three days before Eve Launch, Holly adds amateur detective to her resume. With just about everyone in Polartown under suspicion, she doesn’t have time to dwell on employee problems, personal family issues, her 50th birthday, or investigate her husband’s highly suspicious behavior. If Dancer dies, her soulmate Dasher won’t want to live without her. And like a pod of whales beaching on the shore, the remaining Famous Eight will surely follow.

10 KRINGLE chapters will post Monday through Thursday until November 16th. Naturally there is my hope that you will be caught up in the story to want to buy the book, either paperback or ebook, and to make it so much more enticing to you, I’ve dropped the prices. Plus every penny of profit will benefit cats from a local colony. All of my fur babies, except for Herman, came from that colony. While I cannot afford to adopt another cat — when I took in Candy, Elly and Chevy over the past 12 months with Els and Chev being FIV+, that brought the Wonderpurr Gang up to 13 — I would never turn away a hungry animal who wanders into my yard, especially in winter.

Hope that sounds enticing to you Christmas novel readers. And if it does, I have created three ways for you to purchase KRINGLE, if you so desire.

KINDLE eBooks – If you enjoy ebooks, KRINGLE is available on Kindle for $3.99 with a generous royalty profit of $2.73 for the kitties.

Amazon.com – You can purchase the paperback for $7.95 where the royalty is .54 (grrr) and shipping is about $4.59.

CREATESPACE – I’ve set up a Createspace store specifically for KRINGLE readers. There the book is priced at $7.95 with a royalty of $2.13 and standard shipping is about $3.59.

I hope you enjoy the ten free chapters. And if you do, please tell your friends. Better yet…buy a book, either as a gift for yourself, or for someone on your gift list who enjoys campy, funny, holiday mysteries.

Love to you all!

Kim, Herman, Dori

and the Wonderpurr Gang

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