Blurb:
She had loved. And
she had lost.
Dayna Stone had
lost her husband eight years earlier when their daughter, Khloe, was only four
months old. She had survived the devastating loss of her husband, only to find
out she’d likely lose her daughter as well to cancer.
Eddie Kringle is
captivated by his beautiful neighbor and her equally beautiful daughter. Born a
Magi, Eddie has issues coming to grips that Magi magic cannot cure the child,
though his father, Kris, is more than capable. He and Dayna lean on each other
as the days pass.
They grow closer
and a bond is formed.
A tragedy befalls
them on Thanksgiving. Can their love, and the intense love they feel for Khloe,
be the miracle they are looking for?
Excerpt:
Grabbing his
wallet and keys off the countertop, he exited his domicile and bounded down the
stairs. By the time he reached the bottom, a sheen of sweat beaded his brow.
His T-shirt clung to his back. Breathing underwater would probably be easier
than sucking in the damp air.
The choice of cargo
shorts and his favorite flip-flops would make excellent attire for a visit to
the North Pole. Not. Like he’d wear cold weather clothes on a day hot enough to
melt asphalt.
Eddie stepped into
the side alley next to the apartment complex. He turned his head, which became
insubstantial, light as air. His body followed, becoming a mist, blending with
the moisture in the air, invisible to the naked eye.
The trip to the pole
took minutes. He coalesced, twisting and spinning as his body whorled into his
human form seconds before he landed at his parents’ doorstep. The blood
thundered through him, his heart pounding as it did when he transformed.
Snow covered his
feet, slipping between his soles and his flip-flops. Not feeling fond of the
sensation, he entered the home, closing the door with a solid thud. He
slid the soggy footwear off and wiped his feet on the mat. A sigh passed his
lips when he stepped onto the heated floor.
“Wow. Two visits
in one month. What did we do to deserve this?” said a sarcastic voice from
behind Eddie.
He turned and
glared at Barry the elf. Eddie nearly had two solid feet on Barry so he crowded
the elf and loomed over him. To his credit, Barry stood toe-to-toe with him,
staring directly into his eyes, not giving an inch. To irritate the little
person, he ruffled Barry’s curling
black hair, much like he’d do to a four-year-old.
Barry slapped his
hand away. “Knock it off.”
“What are you
gonna do? Kick me in the shin?”
Eddie yelped when
Barry did just that. Unlike the stories one hears at Christmas, elves don’t
wear slipper‑like shoes that
curl at the end. They wear steel-toed work boots.
Eddie hopped on one
leg while holding his sore shin. “You little jerk. I was joking.”
Barry’s laughter
reverberated around the foyer. He spun on his heel, murmuring, “I wasn’t.”
What an interesting excerpt!
Author Bio:
I live in South Central Pennsylvania with
my husband and daughter. My son serves his country in the US Navy.
My parents instilled a love of reading
into my brother and me at an early age. I’ve been known to have my nose buried
in a novel.
When
not writing, I’m watching television. Most likely sports or shows like American
Pickers, Wheeler Dealers, Rizzoli and Isles, or Major Crimes.
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