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Present A Blizzard of Books – 9 Holiday Stories as Unique as a Snowflake.
our fire, relax, and indulge yourself with this box set of amazing tales. In
the spirit of the season, the Crazy Ladies present this gift of heartfelt
stories that will make you laugh, cry, and give thanks for the many blessings
in your life. From our heart to yours, we wish you a very Merry Christmas.
Christmas for Faith
of Northern California with her husband, two wonderful sons, and a super
special peek-a-poo named Tanner.
One-Fifty and Melissa Ellison team up to create mistletoe magic for the town’s
Christmas dance. The hanging spheres of kissable kindness kickoff holiday
happiness and ornamental optimism, but all is not what it seems. An evil elf
lurks in the shadows, conspiring to prey on those most vulnerable. Will Melissa
find the miracle she needs to protect the ones she’s grown to love and respect?
myself an Alaskan. I have lived here for 38 years, I have seen -40 degrees,
hauled water, made bear bacon and still live in a cabin. I have used a
fishwheel to catch salmon coming up the Copper River. I have cut firewood on
shares and worked as a cocktail waitress during pipeline days in a small lodge
on the Richardson Highway. I was my second husband’s chief mechanic’s helper
the love of my life. When I write Scots dialect, I personally experienced
hearing it from my in-laws. When my husband got on the phone to Scotland, after
5 seconds I could barely understand a word.
drops past -25 degrees here in the winter. I became a paralegal and worked for
over 26 years for the same firm. Thousands of documents I have written have
been before various judges all over the state.
love it so much I’d never want to leave. The beauty of Alaska is a draw I
cannot resist. I love the people and the history. I have been captured by a
place I came to under duress. Life does play some interesting tricks on one. I
lost my first husband to alcohol. My second husband, the love of my life, died
as a result of disease. We were not apart more than 24 hours for 20 plus years.
I never wanted to be anywhere but with him. He was a man to run the river with
and was my biggest fan.
His business leaves him open to threats and possibly violence. He is suspicious
of the woman hanging around the old dilapidated garage near the road. What is
she doing on his property?
work. The poor little thing is living under the old shed. She wants to rescue
it before the temperature drops so low it freezes to death. The big man is
intimidating, but the kitten needs help, and she’ll take on the irate homeowner
if she has too.
Dallas, TX where she prides herself on being a domestic engineer. Married to
her high school sweetheart, together they are raising three children from
elementary age to college age. She is an avid reader, a sometimes quilter and
now, a writer. Other hobbies include gardening and a love of a music.
Hampshire, Pennsylvania, South Carolina, Alabama, Texas, and California. She is
fond of setting her stories on location in South Carolina and Texas, but its
anybody’s guess as to what the genre will be!
hand in life: being a single mom. With her father’s help and that of the
residents at Royal Hills Nursing Home, she thrives and goes on to become a
successful baker. She is content with her life but knows that she and her
daughter Candy are missing something. Will things change for the better when Trent
Childress moves into town and adds some spice to her sugar?
stories, she made up her own. Who needed
Little Red Riding Hood or The Three Little Pigs when there were so many great
tales bouncing around in her head? When
she grew up and became a mother to three little girls, she continued the
tradition of making up bedtime stories.
On the occasions she chose to tell conventional fairytales, Teri usually
gave them a bit of tweaking here and there or added a new ending. Her girls loved it.
grow up and leave home, Teri discovered she had a passion for writing and
jumped right in. It came as no surprise
she chose to write mysteries and happily-ever-after’s since that’s the genres
she loves to read.
husband, one of her daughters and two dogs that seem to think they rule the
world. And some days Teri thinks maybe
as she falls asleep. The only difference
now is she wakes up the next morning and turns her bedtime stories into books.
death of her husband for three years. During that time, she’s moved to a home
in the small town of Heaven’s Beach, has made plenty of new friends, and owns
the local art gallery. She should be happy. Instead, she misses Nate, the love
of her life, to the point of distraction. To make matters worse, her mind seems
to be playing tricks on her lately and she begins to see images that can’t
possibly be real.
Sami has finally decided it’s time to pull her life together once and for all.
But is it ever truly possible to move on?
writes fiction in many genres in a seemingly vain attempt to slow down her
overactive brain enough to write non-fiction on subjects she knows a thing or
two about. She also does not believe in the starchy use of English and ignores
the type of rule that doesn’t allow for a sentence to be finished in a
preposition. Her books are action-driven, and well-developed characters are her
forte. Loves: freedom. Hates: her inner censor.
hidden under layers of unremarkable clutter, its secret safe. The human hands
had touched it often through the strata of debris, but until now, had never
uncovered it fully. At last, the yellow duster cut through the grime, and the
heart began to shift. It would most likely have frozen over again, up on its
high shelf, if the cat’s careless pouncing hadn’t made if fall into a box full
of tinsel. This is how the history of time and place began to change – with the
story of the frozen heart.
a freelance journalist for newspaper, magazines, and contributed to sites
online such as Yahoo Voices, Open Salon, FashionErotica.com, AlwayzTherro.com,
and Examiner.com to name a few. Still, she always loved a good story and after
an attempt at screenwriting for the debut of Project Greenlight in 2000, she
decided that fiction was what she really loved creating so her fingers began to
type. She is now a published author (briefly under the umbrella of Beau Coup
Publishing before going Indie) of three series; the Kriminal Erotic Series (a
crime/detective series with steam), the Angelic Hosts Series (a spiritual
action/adventure suspense/mystery with a twist of romance), and the Harvest
Trilogy (a horror/sci-fi series inspired by a true event). She has authored a
stand-alone contemporary romance, Waiting a Lifetime, which is currently an
official selection for nomination in The Romance Reviews Readers Choice Awards
Winter 2015, and will be publishing her very first dark paranormal romance,
Darkest Communion, Halloween 2015. She has a lot of literary irons in the fire
planned for 2016 to include the first novel in her new series, The Ghosts of
Cardiff, (a supernatural murder mystery series), and a collaboration with a
fellow author as well which is still under wraps so “Sssh!”
Fairchild’s origins were a mystery to her parents, Nanette and Charles. Unable
to conceive on their own, Nanette had prayed to God every day at the Basilica
of the Sacred Heart of Montmartre located on the Rue du Chevalier-de-Barre in
Paris that He would bless her and her husband with a child. Found on their
doorstep one winter morning tucked away in a wicker basket, surrounded by two
fat cats and several doves, Sophie was the answer to their prayers. Five years
later, the Fairchild’s find themselves once again wondering from where and whom
Sophie came. After bringing home countless animals from stray cats to injured
birds, she has now befriended a homeless girl with no family of her own. Dogged
by tragedy, the young girl experiences heartbreaking loss. Stalked by darkness,
she enters the Basilica seeking change to buy bread, but ‘borrowing’ from the
donation box turns disastrous. Sophie watches as a child with sticky fingers
runs out of the church as if the very devil himself was in hot pursuit.
Concerned, she takes off after her, finding her hiding in a dark alley. Still,
Sophie knows she has nothing to fear, and once again, she brings home a
homeless stray determined to help, unaware that darkness follows. With
Christmas fast approaching, Sophie seeks a way to give her new friend, Cecilia,
a very special gift…with the help of an angel or three. But will she be safe
from the prophesy that her kind act has put into play?
Porter Kingston Series. Lost and Found is her first published novel in this
series. Other books in the series are Found By Love (Book 2), Found at Last
(Book 3) and her recently released book, Eden’s Kiss (Book 4).
Yarbrough for teens. You can check out her short story under that name, The
Tree House, on Amazon.com.
she was born and raised and lives with her husband and 3 children. When she
isn’t writing she is spending time with her family or reading and finding new
authors to love.
different emotions to the surface for Faith, and none of them good. After her
boss forces her to take a holiday vacation, she spirals down into terrible
Faith finds herself spending most of her time at the local diner. It’s there
that she meets her first friend; Prudence, a loud and opinionated waitress who
turns out to be the mother figure Faith always dreamed of having.
Alek, appears out of the blue, Faith starts to question why she has always chosen
to be alone. Alek tries his best to show Faith the life that she has been
missing out on, and decides to show her the true meaning of Christmas. His
charm forces her to let down her guard, to have a little faith, and to trust
him, but in the process, she begins to question everything about herself. Can
Faith trust a man she barely knows not to hurt her as her own family has done?
Will love heal her lonely heart, and will there finally be a happy Christmas
family, the beauty of the natural world and an irrepressible creative drive.
She has always been curious and sees life through questions. These four
characteristics color her writing voice and her stories frequently evolve from
her asking “What if….?” Her tales tend to have non-urban settings with nature
contributing to the plot, building discordant themes inside a seemingly
can get protective custody, she and her department in Homeland Security are
thrust into a race to stop a destructive cyber worm from wiping out all bank
and stock market records during Christmas break. The good news: there’s an
inoculating code which will stop the worm. The bad news: it’s hidden in a
special crystal concealed in the sculpted walls of a beautiful ice hotel in the
Lapland region of Sweden and the terrorists are searching for it too. As the
snow flurries of November freeze into December, each side rushes to find the
crystal with entirely different goals. Will the Christmas holiday bring
destruction for the Western financial systems?
friendly kind of person, never met a stranger and take up conversations
anywhere at any time. I work hard, and my mind never seems to shut down, as I
wake up often in the middle of the night with ideas pouring out and demanding
to be dealt with. Of course that means much of my books were written in the
middle of the night.
of Texas where everything is bigger, where we have warm weather and a central
location. I love my state, my town, and my family, which includes my four sons,
my significant other, and many friends as well.
and hope that you will love reading it just as much. And of course, there will
be many more adventures to come.
Parker’s life has never been easy. Plagued by losses and setbacks, each day is
a struggle for the petite brunette and her young son. When fireman Gary enters
her world, he is one mistake she refuses to make; but after tragedy strikes,
she may not have a choice.
Ford has never been what anyone would call settled. Always keeping things
simple, he lived a fast and furious lifestyle, with no intentions of slowing
down. However, when he inherits his family’s ancestral mansion on his thirtieth
birthday, he considers the possibility that it’s time for a change. Could this
complicated young woman be his Christmas Candy?
The Legend of the Christmas Spider
time ago, a mother prepared for Christmas Eve. She cleaned and scrubbed her
home, chasing the spiders from the living room with her broom. The spiders fled
to the attic and listened to the excitement below as the Christmas tree was put
up and decorated. When all was quiet again, the little spiders crept back
downstairs to see the beautiful tree. They were filled with happiness as they
crawled along every branch, admiring the glittering beauty of each ornament.
But alas, by the time they had finished climbing through the tree, it was
completely draped with their dusty, gray cobwebs.
the Christ child came, He smiled as He looked upon the happy little spiders,
however, He knew the mother would be heartbroken when she saw the shrouded
tree. So He reached out and touched the webs and, blessing them, turned them
into silver and gold. Now the Christmas tree sparkled and shimmered and was
even more beautiful than before. Thus the custom to have tinsel of silver and
gold and a spider ornament amongst the other decorations on the Christmas tree
when in the hands of a skilled Master.
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Cutting the bitch was what my wolf wanted to do, and I couldn’t honestly say that I wasn’t on board with that plan, but I was smart enough to know that I couldn’t take on eight werewolves on my own. I would have to find their hideout and come back with my pack. Bringing Phoenix and his clan to watch my back in case any of my wolves were really on Jessica’s side was a smart thing to do, so I would let them come, too, not that I would really get a choice in the matter; I doubted he would stay behind even if I begged him to.
A loud clatter had my head whipping around to look behind me again. An aluminum trash can lay on its side, its contents spilling into the street. A tabby cat peeked around the edge of the torn trash bag and I exhaled in relief. I was a sad case, indeed. I laughed at myself. I was not used to being the monster.
“I aim to change that, Mena.”
I rolled my eyes at my wolf. “You just be you and let me be me and we’ll get along just fine.”
Soft laughter filled my head and I had to smile. I had to admit that I liked her, regardless of how much trouble she was causing me with Phoenix. At least we had come to a compromise. I didn’t know how well said compromise was going to work out, or even if it would at all, but I was willing to try. Everyone deserved a shot at happiness, even with as insane as our case may be.
As I turned my head back around to continue on my journey, I ran smack-dab into the hard chest of a man. He was in shadow, so I couldn’t see his face. Stumbling back, I attempted to get my balance, but his arms closed tightly around my body, jerking me to him and trapping my arms down at my sides so I couldn’t move.
Struggling against his solid hold on me, I opened my mouth to let out a scream, but he twisted me around and clamped a hand over my mouth so fast that I didn’t know what was happening until I was being pulled backward, away from the security of the streetlights that lined the suburban road.
I raised my knee up then brought my foot down hard on the toe of his shoe. He let out a muffled grunt, but continued to drag me into the shadows.
This had to be one of the werewolves. The strength alone told me that. They had to have been watching my house, just waiting for me to leave. This bastard was going to kill me if I didn’t do something.
My wolf stirred under my skin. She wanted out and it was the first time since I’d been bitten that I agreed with that plan. With only a little more than human strength and quick reflexes, it wasn’t possible for me to handle a grown male werewolf on my own.
My final option, before letting my wolf free, was try to at least injure him. I hoped that would be enough to make him loosen his grip on me enough so I could run. If he gave chase, I would have to concede and let my wolf take over.
Gripping the dagger tighter in my palm, I rotated my wrist and drove the blade into his side as hard as I could. An ear-piercing ululation erupted from his throat and he let go of me. I didn’t wait or look back. I ran as fast as my legs would carry me, adrenaline and my wolf giving me the speed and strength to push my muscles past what a human would be able to endure.
“Mena… Mena!” I heard the cry behind me, but my mind wasn’t registering anything except panic and the need to get as far away from my attacker as possible. “Mena—wait! It’s me…” A strangled groan had me slowing. “…it’s… it’s Phoenix. I—I’m so sorry, Mena.”
I froze, not wanting to look back at the man, terrified that what he’d spoken was true. If it was—if I turned and saw those ice-blue eyes staring back at me, it would destroy any trust I had ever had in him.
“Please, Mena, I never meant to hurt you. I was only trying to scare you so you would realize what a stupid stunt going off on your own to find the killers was. What were you thinking?”
The blood rushed through my veins at an impossible speed, and fury washed over me in waves as I stood there trying to decide whether to walk away or allow my wolf to rip Phoenix’s head off. She was all for the second option.
I heard him cough, and then groan in agony. I imagined he was pulling the dagger out of whatever organ I had been lucky enough to hit. There was a lot of heavy, ragged breathing and two more guttural-sounding coughs. It appeared as though I had hit a lung. Too bad it wasn’t his heart! I wasn’t sure stabbing him in the heart with a silver blade would kill him, but I would have put money on a bet that it would have been a hell of a lot more painful.
I turned my head to glare at him, but the hatred I had expected to feel wasn’t there. He had fallen to his knees, and his head was bent, his eyes focused on the bright red stain spreading across his new shirt.
Shaking my head, I looked up to the sky and asked, “Why me?” After receiving no answer, I sighed and began the one-hundred-meter walk back to Phoenix.