I know I’ve got the wrong season. but I haven’t written a Halloween story yet. So I have a final Christmas sample from my Christmas collection, All Wrapped Up, due out in early November.
It’s an historical romance that revolves around the Christmas tradition of mistletoe. It’s called The Kissing Tree. Please enjoy and thanks for coming by!
Laughter rang through the crisp, wintry air as Charlie steered his brand new toboggan down the snow-covered hill. They were heading into the woods at the edge of his family’s property. Seated behind him, his friend Henrietta grasped his middle, hanging on for dear life, laughing just as hard as he. The sled sped into the tree line, and Charlie fought for control, trying to avoid the looming oaks that threatened annihilation. Almost deafened by a loud squeal from Hen, they fetched up against a solid tree trunk and tumbled out into the deep snow.
“Oh, Charlie! What a grand run!” Hen sat up, wiping her plump red cheeks with the back of her mitten.
“We can do even better next time. Now the snow’s packed down we’ll go twice as fast!” Charlie jumped up, hitting at the clumps of white that clung to his brown corduroy britches. He grabbed Hen’s wrist and hauled her to her feet. “Well, you’re a mess!” His hand shot out to beat at her snow-covered skirt.
“It’s all right. I don’t care!” She helped him swipe at the patches before they could melt and soak her clothes.
“Are you ready to go again?” Charlie strode over to the toboggan and righted it.
Henrietta nodded then cocked her head. “What’s that?”
“What’s what?”
“That noise. Do you hear it?”
Charlie paused, sled in hand. “Yes. It’s voices, coming from over there.” He pointed to a thick stand of trees to their right.
“Oooh, let’s go see what it is!” Henrietta turned and dashed toward the mysterious sound.
“Wait, Hen!” Charlie dropped the sled and caught up to her in three strides. He grabbed the long chestnut braid down her back, pulling her to a halt. “Let me go first.”
“Ouch! Stop it, Charlie! Why do you always get to go first?”
“’Cause I’m the boy, and I’m two years older than you, that’s why!”
“Just because you’re ten you think you know so much!” Henrietta pouted, folding her arms over her chest. “I’m going to be ten one of these days, and then you’ll have to let me go first.”
Charlie grinned. Henrietta might be a girl, but she was fun. “And when you’re ten, I’ll be twelve, you widget. I’ll always be older than you.” He grabbed her hand. “Come on, if you’re coming.”
What do you think they’re going to find? Check out All Wrapped Up to find out.
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