November 2017

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Kringle Chapter 9 Part 3
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Kringle Chapter 9 Part 2
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Sherlock Herms Master Detective – Part 7
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Kringle Chapter 9 Part 1
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Kringle Chapter 8 Part 3

Kringle Chapter 9 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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Now I understood. I was married to her brother’s drug dealer. We hugged with mutual apology. “I’m at my wit’s end, too.” I rubbed my throbbing temples. “Last night I cut Kris’s Eve route and called his relatives to help deliver toys. I made it clear, if he doesn’t change, I walk.”

“Divorce?” Val’s expression looked like she’d won the lottery.

My gaze dropped to a pink-foiled candy beside her foot. Mom had sat there yesterday. She’d dropped a Pitter Pat: a rich smooth chocolate with a blended raspberry and Belgium buttercream ganache. Oh. My. God.

“Why did you mention Cubes?” Val asked. After Petra gave her theory on how Cubes provoked the elves to attack, Val covered her face. “They were in pain. I wanted to help.”

It hit me. “Your snowflake cookies were…”

“Iced with Cubes. I didn’t know it would mess with them.”

“I think the Cubes had a psychoemotional effect on the elves,” Petra said, “which triggered a personality change. Like LSD. Hm. I wonder if they produce psychosis, and flashbacks?” Read More

Kringle Chapter 9 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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I was in the throes of a classic migraine with arcs of light shimmering in my right eye. I bit the head off a gingerbread man. “Then what did he say?”

Petra took my decapitated cookie. “Kris came to me as a worried father, not an employer bent on destroying a valued employee.” She chose her own cookie from the Official Taste Tester plate, white rimmed with black script.

Valda knocked it from her hand. “They’re drek. You’ll barf and ruin my reputation.” Today she wore red cashmere with the requisite plunging neckline. I wondered if her dates ever looked her direct in the eye.

“They’re fine,” Petra assured.

“Fine is mediocre. You think I’m a mediocre baker?”

“No. You’re an incredible baker.”

Petra’s reassurance didn’t appease the Queen of Baked Goods. Valda turned her hostility on me. “How long do you plan to do this to me? It’s impossible to find a decent sugar sub.”

The reindeer had been poisoned. I had been assaulted by sugar-crazed elves. I wanted it gone for good. “What problems are you having, besides taste?”

She consulted her notes. “Saccharin and cyclamate cause bladder cancer in lab rats, but… What if rats are genetically prone to cancer, and it isn’t the subs at all?” Read More

Sherlock Herms Master Detective – Part 7

Previously on Sherlock Herms: The Making of a Master Detective…

 Part 1.   Part 2.   Part 3.   Part 4.  Part 5.  Part 6.

“I am happy to answer your questions, Fergus. But I traveled here to learn about being a Master Detective from Sherlock Holmes, and you said you’d share your secrets with me.”

“With your time machine gone, we have all the time in the world.”

“I don’t think so. I’m worried, but not fweaked out. I think Mosey will return for me.”

“Is fweaked out similar to being balmy on the crumpet? You Time Travelers have strange words for everything! Do they still use the heliograph in your time? Has miasma been eliminated? Tell me they still make roly-poly in the future! I do so love roly-poly.”

Closing my eyes, I placed my chin on top of my paws. Charlie! Please hear me. I need you to rescue me. I don’t want to be stuck in 1894. I can’t eat their noms. I have a delicate tummy. And I don’t want to widdle in the flower bed, or learn a whole new language!”

As sleep threaded its way through my body, Fergus’s voice faded and the shade on the inside of my eyelids went from firey-orange to torpor-black.

I found myself in a dark place with no light…cuz it was dark. I felt a soft rug under my paws, and the space wasn’t hot or cold…just right. At first I didn’t smell anything, but then something familiar found its way into my nose and I breathed in deep.

“Charlie?” I whispurred. “Is that you?”

The smell grew stronger. I took comfort from its familiarity. Then I saw a tiny red light in the darkness, hurling toward me. And when it arrived it was still no bigger than a pin point laser, darting back and forth in an enticing way that made me want to spring from my crouch to catch it.

“Herman? Oh, Herman! I’m so relieved I’ve found you.”

“Mom? Mom! Is that you?”

“It’s me, Monkey Boy! I’ve been worried sick ever since Mosey returned without you.”

“I want to come home. Tell Mosey to come get me.”

The red dot settled on top of my left paw. “First, tell me how you got separated.”

“Mosey got into a fight with Fergus, this dog who lives with a guy named Doyle. Did you know Sherlock Holmes is a fictional character in a book? I’m still in shock. I—”

“Herman! Focus! This is important. Charlie tried to come, but you went back in time before he was born and he’s unable to reach you. It is my love for you that has made this communication possible. But I don’t know how long I have. I need to know what happened.” Read More

Kringle Chapter 9 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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Accompanied by Joost’s big beat style drumming, Kris careened off walls and people as he stormed the East Wing corridor. Whatever Valda put in the figgy pudding had opened his eyes to the world and its ugly deceptions. Holly’s cutesy pocket note was the final straw. He wanted his Smooch back and he would get it, or there would be heck to pay.

A squeal broke his manic rant. Realizing he’d knocked the Décor & More committee’s head designer off her ladder, he caught her with profuse apologies.

“What do you think of my tribute to Brazil’s rainforest?” Jessica gestured to the sixty-foot kapok trees, waterfall, exotic ferns and thousands of butterflies.

Kris looked into the leafy canopy. A dozen capuchin monkeys gazed back. “What’s with everyone wanting monkeys? They’re worse than cats.” Joost nodded from his shoulder. Kris noticed one monkey gnawed on a bright yellow frog. “You brought in frogs?”

Jessica opened a box of assorted colors. “Just a few. For drama.”

The frog-eating monkey fell dead at her feet. Jessica screamed. Kris confiscated the box. “Drama we don’t need.” His stomach gurgled. Tasting sour metal, he hoped the figgy pudding wasn’t life-threatening. He didn’t have time to be sick, much less dead. Read More

Kringle Chapter 8 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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“You’ve ruined PolarCap. You’ve killed Linders’ business.”

“If Santa didn’t marry you, you’d be nobody. You’d be a worker bee like us.”

“Even the Tattle wouldn’t hire you, you daughter of a troll.”

I had never been struck in my life, not even a childhood spanking. Humiliation warred with outrage. Had Polartown gone mad?

“Kringle Enterprises is doomed because of you.”

“Polartown is doomed.”

“Christmas is doomed.”

As someone screamed, Brannoc roared, “Have you lost your minds?” He knocked the elves aside, picked me up, and carried me to his office where I saw Dova in tears. It had been she who screamed. Read More

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