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Kringle Chapter 7 Part 4
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Kringle Chapter 7 Part 3
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Ain’t We A-Doll-able?
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Kringle Chapter 7 Part 2
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Kringle Chapter 7 Part 1
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#SundaySelfie with Elly
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Sherlock Herms Master Detective – Part 5
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Kringle Chapter 6 Part 4
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Kringle Chapter 6 Part 3
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Kringle Chapter 6 Part 2

Kringle Chapter 7 Part 4

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’d had a restless night with dreams of dying reindeer, divorcing parents and surly Santa’s, so to savor my unexpected work break I walked to the coffeehouse to enjoy Polartown’s streets and homes decorated like Victorian Christmas cards. Quaint boutiques, gaslight lamps and horse-drawn sleighs rimmed St. Nicholas Square, alight with trillions of twinkle lights. The seventy-five foot Colorado spruce, however, remained dark in preparation of the tree lighting ceremony on Christmas Eve. Pausing beside two street vendors to appreciate the aromas of roasting chestnuts and grilled brats permeating the air, I smiled at the brat vendor, but he scowled and pointed to where ketchup and sweet pickles were slashed from his condiments sign. My Sugar Ban.

Now aware of every glare, bump, rude gesture and comment, I felt especially bad when a children’s street choir, singing “Away in the Manager,” stuck out their tongues as I passed.

In the Square, Flurry Michaels spoke to WGRM’s camera. “There’s something scary-bad going on with Polartown.” I paused with a dozen others. “Our normal high this time of year is minus fifteen. Currently, Polartown registers—” Her expression twisted with fright. “Minus nine!”

The crowd wheezed. I rolled my eyes. Flurry has a severe weather phobia. Ice storms, tornadoes, thunder, lightning—rain—triggers her alarm.

As I approached the Café PolarCap’s twelve-foot-high red doors, the empty showcase window, habitually filled with a scenic wonderland of baked goods, attested to the seriousness of my Sugar Ban. I joined the long line, typical for the PolarCap. Hearty PolarTownies don’t mind queuing up for twenty minutes in the cold. Sometimes it takes that long to decide what to order. However, without jeweled tarts, Artisan pastries and brownie towers iced with Dutch chocolate to occupy my attention, within minutes I fought impatience. I would also have to be deaf not to hear the comments:

“For breakfast I craved oatmeal with brown sugar before I remembered I’d die if I ate a bowl. Plus, I’d be executed for eating sugar.” Read More

Kringle Chapter 7 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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The moment he hit the workshop floor the party disappeared. Instead, the table was filled with doll parts. “How’zit goin’?” he asked, as though he felt sane.

“The dolls were tampered with,” Holly told him. “Lucy’s putty nose is attached to Marilyn’s face.” She used a Jane doll with Obama biceps to gesture to Brannoc peeling Marilyn’s dress from Johnny Depp. “The Carrie body has Harry Potter’s head. Jennifer has Lennon’s glasses.” Lucy, Kris noted, looked like a pirate.

Brannoc nodded for Holly to release his hair. It fell in a feral cloak around his shoulders, snagging the glue-covered Depp doll, along with her bazillion shirt buttons. While she worked them free, Brannoc said, “Last night, the bins were in order. What happened?” Read More

Ain’t We A-Doll-able?

There I was…nomming my lunch…when suddenly I realized I wasn’t alone.

What the Friskies!!! Was I dreaming?

“Excuse me,” I sez to the dood. “Do I know you?” He looked kinda familar.

But he didn’t smell familiar.

Still he was kinda handsome…in that strong silent kind of way.

Dori: Hwermie! Yoo got cloned!

Herman: Cloned! Yowwww!

Dori: Oh look! I haz a dolly too. Isn’t she cuuuute?

Herman: What do you mean, doll?

Dori: Mom sent our pictures to Judy Nunn at Felt 2 Rescue and she made us into dolls.

Herman: Wow! I look really good as a doll.

Dori: I know just the pikchure Mom sent to Miz Judy to use for making your dolly.

Herman: I love my dolly’s floofy tail.

Dori: Look. Yoor dolly even has yoor cute lil pink toes!

Dori: My dolly looks so much like the photo Mom sent to Miz Judy.

Judy Nunn has made one of a kind wool sculpted creations for years. On January 1, 2015 she began selling them with all of the profits donated to animal welfare. She has a list of charities she prefers to donate to. We picked Blind Cat Rescue.

For more information about Judy’s wonderpurr works of art…and to order your own (be patient, there is a long line ahead of you) go to Facebook https://www.facebook.com/Felt2Rescue. Or, if you don’t have a Facebook account, contact me and I will give you Judy’s phone number.

Thank you Miz Judy for making our dolls. Our mom will cherish them Furever!

 

Kringle Chapter 7 Part 2

I am posting ten free chapters from my novel, KRINGLE through November 16th to ease you into the holidays. To catch up on the story I’ve added the Links to the end of this post.

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“You don’t look so good.” Perched on Dova’s shoulder was an apple-red monkey with purple-grape eyes. Kris frowned. She should not have brought Joost to work. His monkey farts were stinking up the joint. “Want to lie down?” she asked.

“I’m fine. Uh, Erik, this morning Sukka discovered…” An odd tap underscored his words. “Discovered the stockings were destroyed with holes. Considering the reindeer oats have been poisoned, the stock—” The tapping had rhythm. He looked at Joost, drumming Dova’s head with her sparkly red pencils. “Stop it.”

Dova blinked. “What’d I do?”

“Not you.” He pointed at Joost. “Him.”

Dova and Joost turned to look behind them. “Him who?”

“Could you take dictation the regular way? I can’t think with him drumming.”

“What drumming?”

“Are you deaf?” Read More

Kringle Chapter 7 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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“You’re ruining my life, Daddy. You don’t love me anymore.”

With Candy’s lament ringing in his ears, Kris returned to the Reindeer Complex where nothing had changed. He wanted to wait, but Robinson reminded him the sentient creatures sensed when he was near. His anxiety could keep them from the REM sleep required for healing.

Again of no use, Kris entered his office in a fine steam to see his Production Manager and Stockings Supervisor staring at a figgy pudding on his desk. A strong sweet stench reached his sugar-sensitive nose.

“Holes,” Sukka shrieked. “Poked into every stocking scheduled for delivery.” She clutched a ruined sample.

Scotchie looked to have aged a century overnight. “Who would do such a thing, Cap’n? I was up half the night worrying about my reindeer. Now this.”

“Do we have a disgruntled worker?” Kris asked. “The elves were happy when the Board voted to use the Fountain Funds as a Merry Makers Merit Award. We gave bonuses. We bought a cappuccino machine after complaints about long lines at Café PolarCap. What am I missing?”

Scotchie’s eyes flashed. “Until this mystery is solved, I’m putting off retirement.”

“No. You’ll retire as scheduled. I’ll call Erik Rayner.”

“You think I’m too feeble with my gimpy leg?” Scotchie raised his cane, making Kris brace for possible assault. “I’m not yet packed off to the home for the no longer needed, Cap’n. You keep Rayner out of my workshops.” Read More

#SundaySelfie with Elly

Wonderpurr Gang membership was closed. I wasn’t in the market to feed another stray cat, much less adopt one. I’d maxed out past my usual ten. Ten seems to be my number. It fluxuates between 8 and 10, but whenever there is a vacancy…there is always someone on my porch ready to fill the opening.

Noah brought Elly to me this past spring. I didn’t realize she would be his last gift to me. He’d already brought me Candy the spring before. Noah had feline leukemia and passed shortly after.

Sad to say, Elly is FIV+. However I took her to my new vet who said she was sweet and wouldn’t pass the virus through fighting. After being vaccinated and spayed, I took her home where she was caged until healed. Meanwhile she had a reunion with Candy. Clearly they knew each other! And my other cats seemed interested in her, in a good way.

I did put Elly outside, and watched her run to the tree where I used to feed her along side Noah. But Noah wasn’t there…and she eventually returned to the door to come inside.

She’s been inside ever since.

Elly is gorgeous. She’s friendly. Best friends with Candy, and wants to be friends with Dori who is jealous that she has competition with HER BFF Candy.

Sherlock Herms Master Detective – Part 5

Previously on Sherlock Herms Master Detective…

 Part 1.   Part 2.   Part 3.   Part 4.

Satiated by the delicious sammiches served by Mrs. Gray for tea, Fergus and I lay side by side on his cushy bed in front of a blazing hearth fire. ‘Life’s darkest moment,’ one publication called Sherlock Holmes’ death,” the dog told me. “One of the letters my master received was from a woman who called him a Brute! Still another woman Doyle met on the street struck him with her handbag. Twenty thousand furious readers cancelled their subscriptions to The Strand that published Sherlock Holmes. That nearly bankrupted the magazine. Londoners wore black to express their mourning. The Prince of Wales is still upset. The day the story broke of Holmes’ death, the headlines read, “Tragic Death of Mr. Sherlock,” as if he were flesh and blood–not print and imagination.”

“So I’m not the only one who thought he was real.” My ears still warmed with embarrassment that I’d never suspected Sherlock Holmes to be a fictional character.

“I dare say, the World suffers for heroes to pin their hopes and dreams on,” Fergus replied. “Although I am bewildered as to why the World would choose to make a hero out of such a narrow-minded, self-centered, barely likeable hoomon with an addictive personality.” The dog glanced over at me. “What made you so infatuated with him that you chose to emulate him?”

I flicked through my recall of what my Word of the Day calendar said ‘emulate’ meant before I replied, “He knows almost everything about pawfessional detecting. That’s impressive.”

“Yet he’s indifferent about everything else,” Fergus countered. “Lit-tra-chure. Philosophy. Poly-ticks. Sex!”

“You’re his creator,” I told the dog. “Why did you make him like that?”

“I suppose that was my flaw as Doyle’s muse. I allowed him to focus too hard on Holmes using his eyes and brains to solve cases. It didn’t occur to me that he would become shallow in all other hoomon respects.”

“Well, you aren’t a hoomon,” I pointed out.

“This is true.”

“Thank Cod!” we said in unison…then laughed with newfound companionship. Read More

Kringle Chapter 6 Part 4

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 debated whether to follow. Kris had been gone when I awoke that morning, but returned just as we sat down to eat. My decision to remove most of his Eve route weighed on my mind, but I needed to focus on whatever drama the day had in store for me. Besides, he said I was no longer fun. Was it true? Had I become so entrenched in my job—jobs!—the fun part of me had died?

Note to self: Have fun. Be fun. But after the reindeer had recovered.

I looked at Brannoc, abandoned by Candy. Now there was someone known for fun. His exotic gorgeousness lightened my mood. “Join us,” I invited. I had concerns about Candy’s marriage, but they had nothing to do with his alleged reputation.

Cookie poured Brannoc juice. Cooper offered peanut-buttered toast. Edda declared he was “Too much skin and bones. I cook you oatmeal,” and scampered to the stove.

“Your volcano lessons,” Brannoc said to Cooper, “how’d they go?”

I’d been caught in the middle since Dad recruited Coop. I wanted to support my son, but didn’t want to betray Kris. Instead of answering, Cooper said to Mom, “Are you divorcing Grands because he ignores doctor’s orders, or because he’s a show off?”

“Both!” Her eyes glittered. “Tell me, what did Monsieur Flaunt-and-Flash do yesterday?”

“He got carried away with the volume of lava flow and almost took out Oahu’s northern half.” Shrieking, I half-crawled over the table to check his wounds. He fought me off. “I’m not hurt. Grands diverted disaster. Claimed he had deliberately created too much volcanic pressure to see if I realized the consequences of his actions.” Read More

Kringle Chapter 6 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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“Dad, pass the peanut butter.”

Kris snapped out of his reverie to pass the jar. Across the table Holly dug joylessly into her grapefruit. Beside her, LaRoux sprinkled a yellow packet into her bowl. She had spent the night in their guest room, and probably would move in. His patience would be tested with her underfoot, but with Kingston out of the house, he would keep all comments about his ditsy mother-in-law behind locked lips.

Meanwhile, Cooper slathered enough peanut butter on his toast to mortar a wall strong enough to restrain any tsunami Father Nature might concoct. Kris wanted to ask his son about his day with Grandpa and the volcanoes, but the breakfast table vibe seemed fragile. Better to save interrogation for later.

He noticed Cookie writing in her day-planner. Among his thoughts last night had been his insensitivity when she offered to be his Santa heir. He should have considered it, mulled it over. Thanked her. Instead, he’d stomped on her heart like a barbarian.

Miss Joyous Noël was conspicuously absent. Read More

Kringle Chapter 6 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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Kris poured them coffee. “Moore never met them, but he did meet my great-great grandfather, who influenced the poem. As you know, Dasher is my sleigh lead. Commander of the Famous Eight and the Six-In-Training.”

“I had no idea back-up reindeer existed.”

“We’ve never had to use them. The SIT’s, Nutmeg, Custard, Clover, Bonbon, Delores and Nancy are trained, but often do personal appearances in place of the Famous Eight. Dasher is…well, dashing! Handsome with velvety eyes, he moves with a grace that belies his awesome size. As with any leader he is on duty every waking minute. Dasher’s soul mate is Dancer, a petite sweetheart with a warm laugh who loves to frolic in the playground to Madonna’s Greatest Hits. She has a bond with Scotchie that Dasher envies, though he’s too secure to put the kibosh on their relationship. Even so, Dancer would never end her friendship with Scotchie.”

Robinson nodded. “I’ve heard Dancer is no shrinking violet.”

“Where Dancer is effervescent, her twin is cantankerous. Prancer isn’t a bad guy, just wired differently. When a warm breeze drifts over Grimm County, he’s funny and charming. Why his mood swings are dictated by climate is anyone’s guess. Winter is when he regurgitates his familiar gripe over Dasher being sleigh lead. Prancer thinks the guys should take turns.” Read More

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