November 16, 2017

Kringle Chapter 10 Part 4

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.


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

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