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.
Perched atop Petra Lundegaard’s desk in Elfin Resources, Joost drummed an old-school rap pattern. Each beat increased the tension knotting every fiber in Kris’s being. He had come to think of Joost as Scrooge thought of Marley’s ghost: ‘an undigested bit of beef, blot of mustard, crumb of cheese, or fragment of an underdone potato.’ Nauseated by the penny-lemon coating his tongue, Kris shouted, “I’m Santa Claus, dammit. I know things. He’s guilty. Off with his head!”
Petra laughed. “Your accusation is idiotic. You chose Brannoc to replace Scotchie when he retires.”
Kris struggled to appear sane. “I haven’t made my final decision.”
She produced Brannoc’s promotion form with Kris’s signature. “I can’t imagine why you’re out to ruin him, unless it has to do with Candy’s engagement.” Holly hired Petra because she wasn’t besotted by the Kringle legend. He knew the moment he left, she would call his wife.
“Distract her with small talk,” Joost suggested.
Good idea. “I passed the Baked Goods department on my way here. Smells bad.”
Petra shrugged. “Holly’s Ban has Valda in a snit. The sugar substitutes aren’t to her liking.”
“I can understand why. The lemon is bad.”
“How do you know?”
“Val left a sugarless figgy pudding on my desk.”
Petra checked her day planner. “I didn’t receive notice you’re back on OTT.”
“It’s sugarless.” He saw Joost slice a finger across his throat. Read More