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 through November 16th. Hope you enjoy!
To catch up on the story, here’s are the Links to:
Kris scowled. Holly Kringle suffered no fools and she had just let everyone know what she thought of him. His silent family underscored his guilt. Even Andy Williams stopped singing.
“Does this mean you’re not going to your Ornament meeting?” Candy sounded worried.
Kingston smirked. “You really fell out of the Stupid Tree and hit every branch this time, Toy Boy.”
LaRoux hurled Candy’s diced melon at her husband. “Holly shouted at you too, Monsieur ‘Gimme thumbthing to kill dis thaste in ma mowf.’ Take a deep breath and smell the coffee. It’s burning.” She followed Holly’s exit.
For a scary moment Kris expected his father-in-law to detonate all over the kitchen. Then Kingston noticed Candy’s gaze on him and forced a chuckle. “Love shucks le peas from a man’s le pod, Cooper. Be smart. Stay single. Avoid French women.”
Cooper grinned. “So we’re creating a new chain of islands? Where? South Pacific?”
“Hawaiian’s. It’s gotten rather cold over there on the Hot Spot.”
Kris wanted to hurl more melon at the old troll, followed by the knife Candy used to dice it. Holly should have been Mother Nature when her Nanny Anian passed away, but instead Kingston inherited the power. Five months ago his heart attack forced him to realize he didn’t have an heir trained. When Holly refused, Cooper—the Santa heir—became Kingston’s choice.
Kris’s alarm knew no boundaries. Batman had the Joker for his archenemy. Santa Claus had Father Nature.
Kingston flashed his ring, a prehistoric Monarch butterfly encased in Baltic amber. As an infant Cooper had sucked on the Förvandling, and coveted it throughout his seventeen years. Kris assumed the ring provided Kingston with power to orchestrate Nature. Their relationship didn’t include cordial conversation beyond ‘pass the salt.’ “I want to experiment with lava,” Kingston told his grandson. “I want it to burn lime green instead of red.”
“You’re gonna put volcanoes on your islands?” Cooper grinned. “Cool.”
“No,” said Kingston. “Hot.”
Kris rolled his eyes.
“Lime lava is ludicrous,” Candy said. “You’re a showoff, Grands.”
Flushing noticeably, Kingston shoved back his chair. “Let’s go, Coop.”
“Wait.” Cookie produced her day-planner. “Mom’s birthday and your anniversary are days away, Dad, but we haven’t planned anything.”
“I could create spring in the backyard,” Kingston said. “It’s Holly’s favorite season.”
“No.” Kris gestured to the frosted windows. “It’s winter.”
Candy ate a cherry. “You’re both wrong. It’s cinnamon.”
Cookie pinged her glass. “What if you renewed your vows, and this time make it like a real wedding.”
Kris reared back. “Our wedding was real.”
“You rushed Mom to the altar. She bought a dress off the rack. What was up with that?”
“I didn’t want her to change her mind.” That was his story and he was sticking to it.
“She didn’t even get a real wedding cake,” Kingston said. “You had fruitcake.”
“She likes fruitcake.”
“You are a fruitcake.”
Cookie tugged her father’s arm. “What do you think?”
“Great idea. The PolarPointe is overbooked this late, but maybe my Lodge is available.”
Cookie’s eyes twinkled. “We should reenact the ice festival, like the day you married.”
Kris cringed. A reenactment of the Chill and Thrill Festival would surprise Holly, but not in a good way. “That’s a lot of work for Final Week Rush. FWR is hectic enough.” He racked his brain for an alternative. “Your mom wants to take a Hawaiian cruise someday. We could do a tropical theme. I know a guy who plays ukulele.”
Candy said, “In place of traditional wedding cake, we could have a pineapple birthday cake with marzipan Mom and Dad figures.”
Cooper suggested, “Instead of the Wedding March, we could sing Happy Birthday.”
Kingston pounded the table. “And I’ll arrange for the stars to spell out Happy Birthday.”
Kris rolled his eyes. Blowhard.
“We’ll need a photographer.” Cookie took notes. “What about food?”
Cooper raised his hand. “I’ll dig an Imu pit. We’ll roast a pig.”
“Pig? Mom will freak,” Candy said, and Cookie added, “Rudy will freak.”
“Baked fish, coconut shrimp.” Kris’s mouth watered. “Mai Tai’s, Chi Chi’s…”
“Guest photo ops.” Cooper grinned. “Put your head through cardboard hula girls.”
“Write down flower leis and palm trees,” Candy told Cookie.
“And I’ll create a beach with a full moon,” Kingston declared.
This time Candy rolled her eyes.
With their enthusiasm trumping reality of time frame and holiday demands, Cookie divided the tasks. “Mom will love this. It’ll make up for her regret that her wedding day wasn’t more special than spontaneous.”
Kris’s heart somersaulted. Had Holly known the real reason he had rushed her to the altar?
Kingston stood. “Let’s go, Coop. We’ve got a Pacific Plate to shift and molten basalt to spew.” He avoided Candy’s gaze. “Oahu hasn’t experienced volcanic fireworks for two million years. If I set off Waianae and Koolau at the same time, I could build a chain of islands that will have them talking for centuries.”
“If there’s anyone still alive to talk.” Candy turned to her father. “Daddy, you’re going to the Ornament meeting, remember? You’ll be there all morning.”
Kris snatched a piece of toast. “Yah. Rumor has it Bruna is again blowing steam over tinsel. Hey, Kingston. You should have Bruna Tannenbaum build your islands. Her eruptions around here are legendary.”
The backdoor slammed. Kris dropped the toast. He wasn’t hungry. Not for toast. What he wanted was the righteous old troll’s head on a silver platter. Kingston stole his son by using the boy’s immature hero worship against him. What seventeen-year-old wouldn’t want to control hurricanes, tsunamis and earthquakes? Outside of being a rock star, Father Nature Junior sounded macho, whereas the image of a white-bearded, jelly-bellied toymaker sounded childish.
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