T’was the fortnight before Christmas…..

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‘T’was the night before Christmas and all through the house,

NOT a Creature was stirring, not even a mouse. ‘

CUE The Hallelujah Chorus—properly spelt.

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It’s almost here….. Merry Christmas

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Have Yourself a Merry Cornish Christmas

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Interview with the Time Mutant.

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Morte.

‘Fraid not. That honor goes to Mitchell Killgower.

 

Morte.

 But Mitchell and me are kind of related. I’m a descendant. 

Morte 

One thousand years.

 

Morte

Christ no. That would mean doing Brittany the heroine.

Morte.

 Put together. Brittany’s your worst nightmare. But hey that’s not why. She’s also my great I have never counted how many times grandmother.

Morte.

Cos she gets it right. This thing we have to do, or be doomed forever, unless we can find some poor unsuspecting stranger to ensnare.

Morte

I don’t spend it there. Nup. I spend it wherever.  I have spent it chasing nymphs through the glade of Mount Olympus, doing battle with the Mongol hordes, nothing to the shoppers on Seventh Avenue. And please, please can we just not mention the Victorians?

You might say with this condition I have, I don’t get  a lot of choice.

Morte.

You betcha.

Morte.

Sure it is little fellah. Ain’t nothing to be scared of.

Morte

Matter of fact I brought yah this.

Morte’s Hell-fire cookies.

Morte.

It’s what all the best Time Mutants eat at Christmas.

Morte

Have a good one, little fellahs.

Morte

Well, ain’t that a pity. Still more I can’t say.

Morte

Oh okay. it’s real simple actually.

 

 

 

 

 

Have yourself a merry time mutant Christmas

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‘I can kill you if I want,’ Seasonal greetings and Viking thralls.

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Loving Lady Lazuli – A Book Review https://annfields.com/2016/12/04/loving-lady-lazuli-a-book-review/ via @ann_fields

https://caroleecroft.wordpress.com/2016/12/06/book-review-loving-lady-lazuli-by-shehanne-moore/ via @CaroleeCroft

 

 

 

 

 

A fourth quote. Two reviews and the kindness of strangers.

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Have yourself a merry Viking Christmas

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A Black Wolf Blogger Award and the dream of a good Yule

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Twelve Nights, four shortbread recipes and some Blue Moon Romance

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Twelve Nights: A Blue Moon Lake Novella

bySharon Struth ISBN: 978-1-60183-637-3 Publish Date: 11/10/2015 Format: ePub

 

Book Blurb:

“Struth has a gift for layering stories within stories while keeping them all connected.”—Library Journal   “Struth is an author to watch!”—Laura Drake, author of RITA-award winner The Sweet Spot   “Sharon Struth writes a good story about love and loss. She knows her characters and has a path she wants them to take.”—Eye on Romance.

 

 

Every Christmas is a reminder of their love. This one could be a second chance…

True love waits forever…   For Erik Lindholm, it’s been a long climb to the top of his company. Now, as president he has the power to bring his vision to life and speed his company in bold new directions. If that means a complete staff overhaul, so be it. If that means firing the woman who left his heart in tatters fifteen years earlier, it’s a business

decision, not personal…   Beryl Foster is highly competent and respected by everyone at the office. But rumors of a big shake-up are rampant and—surprisingly, scarily—Beryl’s job as CFO is on the line. Fifteen years ago she made a decision to put her career before everything else. It was also the last time she and Erik shared a life together. Every Christmas is a reminder. This one could be a second chance…

Book Trailer:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wq5-jrLJn9k&feature=youtu.be

 

 

About the Author:

Sharon Struth is an award-winning author who believes it’s never too late for a second chance in love or life. When she’s not writing, she and her husband happily sip their way through the scenic towns of the Connecticut Wine Trail. Sharon writes from the small town of Bethel, Connecticut, the friendliest place she’s ever lived.

SHARE THE MOON, book one in the Blue Moon Lake Romances, is a finalist for a RONE Award and a Chatelaine Award for Romantic Fiction! Look for series book two, Harvest Moon (12/22/15), and Twelve Nights, A Blue Moon Lake Christmas Novella

(11/10/15).

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Excerpt:

 

 

Beryl perched on the tips of her sling-back pumps and tried to catch an early glimpse

of whoever had followed Saul inside. Nothing stood out but familiar faces. She returned to her normal stance as a knot twisted tight in her stomach.

“In selecting my replacement, I asked myself one question. Who could take the top-notch crew I have here now and guide Global to great heights in the future? Although we possess huge talent within our fine organization, I wanted a fresh take on the business and decided to search outside of our four walls.”

Disappointment rushed through Beryl. Time to update her résumé, just in case.

“So, without further ado, I’d like you to welcome the new president of Global Business Solutions—believe it or not a former employee of our firm—Erik Lindholm.”

Beryl’s body numbed. Loud applause faded in the background as his name pounded inside her skull. It couldn’t be. It wasn’t possible.

Erik stepped up to the platform and shook Saul’s hand. Beryl blinked, thinking this might be a bad dream, a hallucination, or one too many trips to the bar.

Darcy touched Beryl’s arm, ruling out the first two. “A former employee?”

Beryl was too stunned to speak or even nod. Erik’s dirty-blond hair was still parted on the side and worn short, with thick wisps sweeping his high forehead. He smiled, making the dimpled cleft in his chin deepen and softening the rugged angles of his sculpted face. Old emotions bubbled to the surface. Love. Happiness. Anger.

Erik shook hands with employees seated near the podium, his smile still as confident as it had been years ago. Last she’d heard, Erik worked in Chicago and teetered at the top of the corporate ladder with the Holder Group, a competitor of Global’s who could never quite beat her firm’s status as number one in the industry. The same firm Erik had gone to after they split up nearly fourteen years ago.

“Did you ever hear of this guy before?” Darcy whispered in Beryl’s ear.

Beryl nodded, her gaze stuck on the man she’d almost married.