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.
Watching Holly flee the boardroom, Kris wondered what had upset her, aside from the Bruna/Noak mêlée. And why had his pal unraveled over tinsel? He’d seemed fine during their pre-dawn sugar feast.
Under the cover of board members scattering to spread gossip, Kris ate the Pfeffernüsse that had taunted him throughout the meeting. As his tongue savored the bite of black pepper blended with cinnamon and cloves, he added ‘Pfeffernüsse’ to his list of favorite cookies.
“Got a minute, Cap’n?”
Startled, Kris inhaled the cookie’s powdered coating. “Hey, Scotchie,” he wheezed. “How’s the day treating ya?”
Gnarled with three hundred and sixty-eight years of age, Scotchie Elphinstone leaned on his cane. “Like a bairn treats a diaper.”
“Aw, c’mon.” Kris slurped his coffee. “You’re retiring in January. Bet you can’t wait.” He licked powder from his fingers and double-checked his clothes for residue. “Have you decided on Florida or Arizona? You have beaches in Florida, of course, but you can’t beat Arizona’s dry heat.”
“Can we talk? In private?”
Kris gestured to the empty room. “Here’s good. Just don’t ask for investment advice on your retirement funds. I took a bath on the Martha Stewart dolls, and they even had that nifty jail cell carrying case.”
Scotchie eased into a chair. “I have a problem, see. I—”
“This time of year, when don’t we have problems? Remember when the Scandinavians overwhelmed us with requests for porridge? Production twiddled their thumbs while Kitchen screamed for help.” Kris ate another Pfeffernüsse. “The Nisser-pixies are supposed to ensure the farmers luck and good harvests if fed and treated kindly. Right?”
Scotchie picked at bits of breakfast in his gray beard. “Aye.”
“The farmers figured they’d offended the Nissers because their crops were puny, despite the porridge left for them. By Christmas the farmers were out of oats and desperate.”
“Big misunderstanding. Turns out the head Nisse got married and the whole Nisser Nation left to celebrate. Forgot all about bringing luck to the crops. We called it Nissergate. Remember?”
Scotchie rubbed his withered leg. “Aye. However, my problem is dire.”
“Dire?” Kris reached for a third Pfeffernüsse. “Did Bollywood remake It’s a Wonderful Life? Did Austria’s carp industry bottom out and they can’t make gebackener karpfen? Did a child request a toy we haven’t heard of? Now that’s dire.”
Fuzzy-bunny pink caught Kris’s eye. Candy stood with Brannoc under the mistletoe. Scotchie grabbed his arm. Words came out of his mouth, but Kris didn’t hear him.
Why was his baby girl kissing Polartown’s notorious lady-killer?
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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.
10 KRINGLE chapters will post Monday through Thursday until November 16th. Naturally there is my hope that you will be caught up in the story to want to buy the book, either paperback or ebook, and to make it so much more enticing to you, I’ve dropped the prices. Plus every penny of profit will benefit cats from a local colony. All of my fur babies, except for Herman, came from that colony. While I cannot afford to adopt another cat — when I took in Candy, Elly and Chevy over the past 12 months with Els and Chev being FIV+, that brought the Wonderpurr Gang up to 13 — I would never turn away a hungry animal who wanders into my yard, especially in winter.
Hope that sounds enticing to you Christmas novel readers. And if it does, I have created three ways for you to purchase KRINGLE, if you so desire.
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