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A Friends to Lovers BDSM Ménage

 

Christmas / Romance / Comedy

 

Date Published: December 23, 2025

Publisher: Changeling Press

 

 

 

Sarah has a secret — she wants her best friend Cole. Cole wants Jeff.
And Jeff? Surprise! He wants them both.

Cole is wild, funny, impulsive, and Sarah’s best friend. She doesn’t
understand what he gets out of submission, but she’s not going to let Cole get
hurt the way he has in the past. So when she discovers his new dom is Jeff,
the jerk who helped kick her out of her undergraduate program, she knows she
has to intervene.

But when she sees Jeff again, she’s confused. He says he wants Sarah to be
Cole’s Christmas present, and she’s stunned. She and Cole are just friends,
aren’t they? Amazingly, Cole seems to want her as much as she secretly has
wanted him. The even bigger surprise? She realizes she wants Jeff too.

Even if she could have them both, this is supposed to be temporary. It’s too
bad she’s only allowed to have Cole for Christmas.

 

 

Excerpt

Copyright ©2025 Treva Harte

 

“What’s wrong with you, Cole?” Sarah stared at her friend over the flimsy
coffee container. “You have to go pee pee? You’ve been twitchy ever since we
got here.”

Cole laughed and gave her the finger. He opened his mouth as if to give a
smart-ass answer but then bent over his latte instead. Not looking at her, he
carefully blew on it and took a sip.

Sarah settled back. Cole was obviously dying to tell her something, and she
knew from experience all she needed to do was sit. If he waited more than ten
minutes before spilling everything, he’d probably keel over from the strain.

The clatter of students milling around the student union coffee shop made the
silence less noticeable. They continued drinking.

Two minutes of just downing caffeine. Impressive. Cole was hanging tough.

He shifted again in his seat and shut his eyes, grimacing. Sarah frowned,
suddenly a little concerned. Cole was a genius — a real, measured-by-testing
genius — but that didn’t mean his emotional IQ always matched his
intelligence. She was sure it was a challenge to be five to ten years younger
than his academic peers, and Cole didn’t always meet that challenge. In fact,
Cole could be kind of a pain in the ass. Right now he was acting like he had a
literal pain there.


Oh. Ohhhh, boy
. He might actually have one. Please God, no. She might have to
venture into TMI territory to find out.

Cole had been more than forthcoming about his sex life in the two years they’d
been in grad school together. That was a problem for him. Younger and smarter
in some things had made him vulnerable in others, especially since he was open
about his sexual preferences and desires. Gay at the university was one thing;
gay and dedicated to BDSM was another.

“Has someone hurt you?” She hoped that question would get the job done. Sarah
could be more direct, if need be, but she also probably didn’t want to know
all the particulars.

“No.” His prompt answer was a relief. Of course, he had to add, “Not any more
than I want to be.”

“Ooookay.” Sarah set down her cup. Sometimes a friend had a duty to ask more
even if she’d so much rather not. “Have you met some new dom?”

“You know I have. I told you about him.” Cole didn’t look up from his latte,
but he didn’t sound reluctant to answer.

“You mentioned you’d met someone new at a club a few weeks ago, but you didn’t
say anything more.” That wasn’t like her Cole at all now that she thought
about it. “Is that the guy?”

“Fuck yeah. I was incredibly lucky that night. He hardly ever goes to clubs.
Says they’re too fake for his tastes.” Cole squirmed again. “He isn’t into
scenes. Not public ones.”

“So you’ve been — um — doing things outside of clubs?” Sarah wasn’t sure
which sounded more dangerous. Cole wouldn’t know danger if it bit him on the
butt. Especially if it bit him on the butt.

“At his place. Sarah, it’s… intense. And really sexy.” Cole grinned at her.
“That’s all I’ll say unless you want me to go on. I know how you get.”

“And I know how you get, so thanks for shutting up.” She grinned back at him,
and Cole shifted his weight again. Sarah sighed. “All right, Cole. Why are you
acting this way? Something is going on.”

Cole leaned over, then glanced around to make sure no one was listening. Oh
God
. He felt the need to keep something private. This was going to be a doozy.

“Because I have a butt plug in me. A big one. It’s driving me crazy.
Especially because it’s pressing on my fucking prostate.”

Sarah made a faint protesting noise and covered her eyes. “I don’t want to
know.”

“When I see Jeff after work, he’s going to take it out and replace it with –”

“Don’t want to know, don’t want to know. Don’t. Wanna. Know.” Sarah covered
her ears instead.

Cole pushed down one of her hands and whispered, “Unless you want to pull it
out for me. Jeff might get mad, but it would be worth it if your dainty,
lily-white fingers would take care of things for me right now. It might even
be fun.”

Sarah clenched her dainty, lily-white fingers and smacked him on the shoulder
with her plastic spoon.

Cole leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. Stunned, Sarah dropped the
spoon on the table. For such a demonstrative guy, Cole pretty much kept his
hands and lips to himself. Well, at least around women. She’d seen guys pass
him around like an appetizer at parties. Obviously that kind of touching was
different for him.

Oh, shit. After remembering some of those party images, she felt a sudden pang
of lust. She took a deep breath. Now she could see herself testing that butt
plug, imagine what Cole’s tight ass looked like holding it. His gasp when it
moved. Damn it, she didn’t need to have that thought in her head. Talk about
waste of time! Cole was completely off-limits. He’d never be her appetizer.
Friends. They were friends. She’d gotten over her stupid crush long ago. That
didn’t mean she couldn’t admit to herself he was sexy. In an off-limits way.
She didn’t need to start thinking he was available after working so hard to
forget he was hot.

“I knew I’d make you do that, but you did ask.” Cole sounded a little too
smug.

Sarah looked up. Oh Lord, how could he know about her completely inappropriate
thoughts?

Cole rubbed his shoulder, grimacing as if she’d really hurt him. Then he
stopped and winked.


Oh. Right. Very funny
. She’d hit him. They had a standing joke about his smart
mouth and his need for punishment.

“Actually, what I really wanted to ask was what you had planned for
Christmas.” She didn’t care if it was an obvious change of subject. Cole could
go on pushing her buttons for hours. Besides, she did want to ask.

Last year Cole went with her to see her parents. Cole had way too many
experiences with judgmental families like his own, and he’d been apprehensive
about the whole thing, especially meeting her officer father. But Dad had been
Dad, and Cole had been Cole, and everyone had a great time, just the way
Sarah’d expected. This year Mom and Dad had shipped out to Japan, so neither
she nor Cole would be seeing their families. She’d hoped they could hang out
together for the two weeks while the grad dorms closed during winter break.

“I’ve been wanting to tell you! I’m planning on a trip to a ski lodge in
Wyoming all during break.”

“You don’t ski.” Sarah skied but couldn’t afford a weekend, much less weeks at
a resort. Life was so unfair.

“I like skiers. And cowboys. Jeff owns a place there.” Cole crumpled his cup
and tossed it into the garbage.

“Oh. Jackson Hole?” Sarah snickered. “I could see you headed there just for
the name.”

So now she knew this Jeff had money, was a skier, and maybe was a little
pretentious. Two out of three wasn’t bad. Especially if he had a ski lodge.

“Grand Targhee. Jeff says it’s even better than Jackson Hole, although not as
many people have heard of it.”

So unfair. Sarah had heard of it, and everything she’d heard agreed with what
Cole — who was obviously clueless — had said. The place wasn’t even that
pretentious. If Cole’s new man turned out to be perfect, she’d have to be
happy Cole was going away with him on the kind of holiday break she’d want.

And that was so unfair double time. It also meant she had no one to share
Christmas with. She didn’t need another reminder that she’d worked too hard,
frozen too many people out, had no life. Cole, who bubbled over with curiosity
and energy, always made even the bleakest times fun. She’d been counting on
him to carry her through this first really big holiday without her parents.

Well, she’d have to get over it. A military brat got used to being around
strangers. Maybe she could scrounge up enough money to take a little road trip
by herself or get a fancier hotel than she’d planned. It didn’t sound like fun
now, but she would work on it.

“You wanna come along?”

 

About Author Treva Harte

Treva Harte has always been an overachiever. She also collects things. First
it was degrees. First a B.A. in English, then she decided to go back for a
Master’s degree. Not content with that, she added a J.D. Since then she’s
added a husband, also an attorney, and two children to her collection. She’s
continuing her ways as an overachiever, writing her wonderfully offbeat tales
of passion and possibilities — in her spare time.

Visit her website at www.trevaharte.com.

 

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Holidays & Homicides: A Short Story Collection
by Rosalie Spielman, Catherine Bruns, Gin Jones, Annie McEwen, Lena Gregory, Jennifer Fischetto, Anne Marie Stoddard, Kelly Rey, Misty Simon, Christine Knapp, Jamie L. Adams, Erica Wynters


Holidays & Homicides: A Short Story Collection
Holiday Cozy Mysteries
Publisher ‏ : ‎ Gemma Halliday Publishing
Publication date ‏ : ‎ December 2, 2025
ASIN ‏ : ‎ B0FSNH17GM

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From twelve USA Today bestselling and award winning authors, comes a short story collection stuffed full of mirthful mysteries, clever criminals, and holiday cheer! These short holiday bites are perfect for enjoying between rounds of wrapping or binge-reading over a cup of cocoa!

Stories include:

A Hometown Christmas Caper (Hometown Mysteries)
by Rosalie Spielman

Gossip, Guilt & Gingerbread (Coffee & Cream Café Mysteries)
by Lena Gregory

Larceny & Twinkle Lights (Jamie Winters Mysteries)
by Kelly Rey

Holidays & Heists (Aloha Lagoon Mysteries)
by Anne Marie Stoddard

Ornaments, Surprise & Dead Guys (Gianna Mancini Mysteries)
by Jennifer Fischetto

It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Mischief (Northwoods Mysteries)
by Annie McEwen

You Can’t see the Forest for the Christmas Trees (Modern Midwife Mysteries)
by Christine Knapp

Jingle Bell Rocker (Sunny Side Up Mysteries)
by Misty Simon

Holly, Handcuffs, and Hearsay (Camelot Flowers Mysteries)
by Erica Wynters

Search for the Silent Santa (Ghost Town Mysteries)
by Jamie L. Adams

Nothing But Truffle (Cookies & Chance Mysteries)
by Catherine Bruns

A Heartland Homicide (Bourbon B&B Mysteries)
by Gin Jones

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Catherine Bruns is the USA Today bestselling author of the Cookies & Chance mysteries. She lives in New York with her very patient husband, three sons, and several spoiled pets. Catherine has a B.A. in English and is a former newspaper reporter and press release writer. She also writes the Italian Chef mysteries, Cindy York real estate and Carrie Jorgenson (Aloha Lagoon) culinary series. Her book, For Sale by Killer, won the 2019 Daphne du Maurier award for Mainstream Mystery/Suspense.

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Lena Gregory is the author of the Bay Island Psychic Mysteries, which take place on a small island between the north and south forks of Long Island, New York, and the All-Day Breakfast Café Mysteries, which are set on the outskirts of Florida’s Ocala National Forest.

Lena grew up in a small town on the south shore of eastern Long Island. She recently relocated to Florida with her husband, three kids, son-in-law, and four dogs. Her hobbies include spending time with family, reading, jigsaw puzzles, and walking. Her love for writing developed when her youngest son was born and didn’t sleep through the night. She works full time as a writer and a freelance editor and is a member of Sisters in Crime.

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Rosalie Spielman is a mother, veteran, and retired military spouse. She was thrilled to discover that she could make other people laugh with her writing and finds joy in giving people a humorous escape from the real world. Her cozy mystery novels are set in locales that have chickens—such as sunny Kauai and rural Idaho—writing for the multi-author Aloha Lagoon mystery series and her own Hometown Mystery series.

She currently lives in Maryland with her husband in a rapidly emptying nest. For more information on her books or to subscribe to her newsletter, go to www.rosalie-spielman-author.com, follow her Facebook page (Rosalie Spielman author), or join her Facebook group (You Know The Spiel). Rosalie strives to provide you a cozy escape…one page at a time.

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From her first discovery of Nancy Drew, USA Today bestselling author Kelly Rey has had a lifelong love for mystery and tales of things that go bump in the night, especially those with a twist of humor. Through many years of working in the court reporting and closed captioning fields, writing has remained a constant. If she’s not in front of a keyboard, she can be found reading, working out or avoiding housework. She’s a member of Sisters in Crime and lives in the Northeast with her husband and a menagerie of very spoiled pets.

 


Gin Jones is a retired lawyer who specialized in ghost-writing for other lawyers. She prefers to write her own books, though, since she doesn’t have to worry that her sense of humor might get her thrown into jail for contempt of court. In her spare time, Gin makes quilts, grows garlic, and advocates for patients with rare disorders.

 

 


Jamie L. Adams fell in love with books at an early age. Little Women by Louisa May Alcott opened her imagination and sparked a dream to be a writer. She wrote her first book as a school project in 6th grade.

A graduate of the Institute of Children’s Literature as well as member of American Christian Fiction Writers, The Writing Desk and several critique groups, she spends most of her time writing, reading or learning more about the craft near to her heart.

The parents of three very active children, she and her husband live in the Ozarks surrounded by forest and wildlife.

 


Erica Wynters started as most authors do – as an avid reader. Cozy mysteries and romantic suspense offered her just the escape she was looking for! The combination of great love and great danger keeps her turning pages late into the night.

Now they keep her writing pages late into the night. Her goal is always two-fold: help you fall in love with love all over again and take you on an adventure that will keep you on the edge of your seat!

Falling in love has never been so fun…or so dangerous!

 

Misty Simon always wanted to be a storyteller…preferably behind a Muppet. Animal was number one, followed closely by Sherlock Hemlock… Since that dream didn’t come true, she began writing stories to share her world with readers, one laugh at a time.

Touching people’s hearts and funny bones are two of her favorite things, and she hopes everyone at least snickers in the right places when reading her books. She lives with her husband in Central Pennsylvania, where she is hard at work on her next novel or three.

 

 

 

Christine Knapp practiced as a nurse-midwife for many years. A writer of texts and journal articles, she is now thrilled to combine her love of midwifery and mysteries as a fiction author. Christine currently narrates books for the visually impaired. A dog lover, she lives near Boston. Visit thoughtfulmidwife.com

 

 

Annie McEwen is the author of the Northwoods Mysteries Series, set amongst the tall pines and sparkling lakes of northern Wisconsin where she spent vacations as a kid. Because of a sweet love story between her youngest sister and a local Wisconsin boy (storyline idea!), she’s still been able to keep on visiting the beautiful place that means so much to her.

Annie and her husband are empty nesters—their son is married to his high school sweetheart, and their daughter is married with two adorable toddler boys. Being grandparents is definitely the best gig ever! They also have four fur babies who just might make some special appearances in Annie’s books.

When Annie isn’t writing, playing with her grandsons, or tackling trash-to-treasure projects, she works as a radiological technologist, aka, she takes pictures of bones…you can’t hide much from her! Writing, though, is her first love.

 

Jennifer Fischetto is the USA TODAY Bestselling author of the Gianna Mancini paranormal cozy mystery series, as well as a dozen other titles. She writes family-centric murder mysteries and things that go bump in the night.

A lover of rainstorms and snow, she prefers fiction over reality and longs to live in a world where French fries grow on trees, chocolate appears whenever desired, and every day is October. She watches too much television and movies, which fuel her never-ending supply of plot ideas, and is a rabid fan of suspense, horror, and everything supernatural.

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Anne Marie Stoddard is a USA TODAY bestselling author and former Amazon Mover & Shaker. She writes supernatural suspense and humorous cozy mysteries with an edge. Her Amelia Grace Mystery series, inspired by her years working in radio, and concert venues and music festivals across the U.S., has won several awards, including the 2012 AJC Decatur Book Festival Writing Contest, the 2013 Book Junkie’s Choice Award for Best Debut Fiction Novel, and nominations for the 2014 & 2016 RONE Awards Best Mystery/Thriller Category.

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  Delaware at Christmas / The First State in a Merry State

by Dave Tabler

Category: Adult Non-Fiction, 134 pages
Genre: Christmas
Publisher: Dave Tabler
Publication Date: July 1, 2025
Content Rating: G. Family friendly throughout. No sex, violence or foul language.​

Book Description:

Explore the rich tapestry of holiday traditions that have shaped the First State’s festive season across the centuries. From colonial customs to modern-day celebrations, “Delaware at Christmas” unwraps the fascinating stories behind the state’s most cherished Yuletide practices.

Discover how Delaware’s diverse communities have contributed to its unique holiday landscape:

Uncover the origins of iconic traditions like the Wilmington mummer’s parade and beach town “Christmas in July” festivities

Learn about the evolution of holiday decorations, from simple colonial adornments to elaborate Victorian displays

Explore the influence of immigrant communities, including Polish, Italian, and Hispanic holiday customs

Delve into forgotten practices like the holly wreath industry that once thrived in southern Delaware

Examine how wartime and economic shifts shaped Christmas observances throughout the state’s history

Filled with captivating anecdotes, historical photographs, and little-known facts, this book offers a comprehensive look at how Delawareans have celebrated the holiday season from the 17th century to the present day. Whether you’re a history buff, a holiday enthusiast, or simply curious about Delaware’s cultural heritage, this meticulously researched volume provides a joyous journey through time.

“Delaware at Christmas” is an essential addition to any First State bookshelf, offering:

In-depth exploration of religious and secular holiday traditions

Profiles of notable Delawareans who influenced Christmas customs

Insights into how national trends and local innovations shaped Delaware’s experiences

A treasure trove of holiday memories from generations of Delaware families

Unwrap the magic of Delaware’s Christmas past and present with this definitive guide to the state’s holiday history. Whether you’re a lifelong resident or a curious visitor, “Delaware at Christmas” promises to enrich your understanding and appreciation of the First State’s joyous spirit. Buy “Delaware at Christmas” today and embark on a joyful exploration of holiday traditions in the heart of the Mid-Atlantic!

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One of the things that struck me in Delaware at Christmas is how many traditions took shape in settings beyond the family hearth—whether in factories, canneries, churches, or whole towns coming together for house tours and parades. What do you think those public and workplace traditions reveal about the way Delawareans have tried to balance private celebration with community identity?

This gets at something really important about Delaware’s character. Delawareans have consistently found ways to make Christmas both deeply personal and genuinely communal.

Take the holly wreath industry – families worked in their own homes making wreaths, but it was part of a larger economic network that connected rural Sussex County to cities like New York and Philadelphia. The Christmas Seal campaign started with Emily Bissell’s personal connection to tuberculosis through her cousin, but she deliberately took it to the post offices, making it a public health effort that anyone could join for just a penny.

The immigrant communities show this balance particularly well. Polish families preserved their intimate Wigilia suppers at home, but they also created public spaces like the oplatek and kolędy events at St. Hedwig’s Church where the broader Wilmington community could experience these traditions. The Italian Feast of Seven Fishes remained a private family affair, but Italian restaurant owners shared elements of it publicly.

Even the mumming tradition, before it was banned, was about taking private revelry into public spaces – going door to door, performing in streets. When authorities shut that down, Delawareans eventually channeled that energy into Halloween parades and later the satirical Hummers Parade in Middletown.

What strikes me is that Delawareans didn’t see private and public celebration as competing forces. They seemed to understand that traditions needed both intimate family moments and broader community expression to really thrive. The Christmas house tours are perfect examples – private homes opened to strengthen community bonds while raising money for local causes.

Rather than reflecting a single community approach, these patterns suggest that across Delaware’s diverse populations, many groups – though certainly not all – found ways to extend their holiday traditions beyond the family circle when circumstances and inclinations aligned.

So often these traditions carried a sense of ingenuity—whether it was soaking a Yule log to make a holiday last longer, or turning IBM punch cards into wreaths. Why do you think creativity and adaptation play such a recurring role in Delaware’s Christmas story?

The examples in the book do show repeated instances of creative adaptation, though they stem from different motivations. The soaked Yule log that former slave Jeremiah “Old Jerry” Deputy described came from necessity – enslaved people got a holiday only “as long as the log lasted,” so they found ways to make it burn longer. That’s survival ingenuity under constrained circumstances.

The IBM punch card wreaths represent a different kind of creativity – mid-century Americans domesticating new computer technology by turning office waste into familiar holiday decorations. Companies like DuPont were generating millions of these cards, creating abundant raw material for crafters.

Harold Follett’s “ThunderStreak” toy shows another kind of innovation – a Wilmington teacher who turned his college experiments with amphibious air boats into a patented design that Ideal Toy Corporation marketed nationally. He adapted cutting-edge hydrofoil technology into something children could enjoy.

Some creativity emerged from practical necessity. When German immigrants couldn’t afford whole Christmas trees, families would use single decorated branches instead. The mistletoe harvesters developed increasingly sophisticated climbing techniques, moving from dangerous hickory switches to telephone lineman-style “creepers” with spikes.

Religious communities adapted traditions to new circumstances. The Moravian lovefeast found new life in Delaware’s Methodist and Presbyterian churches, with some congregations adding brass quartets to honor the original trombone traditions. Orthodox Christians maintained their Julian calendar celebrations while gradually incorporating bilingual services for American-born generations.

Rather than reflecting some inherent Delaware trait, these innovations seem to emerge from the intersection of available resources, economic pressures, and the universal human tendency to make traditions work within whatever constraints people face.

Some customs in the book seem to resist change—like Amish families deliberately keeping Christmas unadorned, or Irish Catholic households insisting on lighting the Christmas candle year after year. How do you see that tension between preserving older ways and adapting new ones shaping Delaware’s holiday history?

That tension plays out differently across Delaware’s various communities, and the book shows it’s not simply a matter of “old” versus “new.” Some groups maintained strict boundaries around change for theological reasons, while others selectively preserved certain elements while adapting others.

The Amish example you mention reflects a deliberate religious stance – they viewed elaborate Christmas decorations as worldly distractions from the holiday’s spiritual meaning. But even they weren’t completely static. The book notes they observed “Old Christmas” on January 6th rather than December 25th, and some families who owned shops catering to non-Amish customers did adopt modest decorations.

The Irish Catholic candle tradition represents a different kind of preservation – families like the Mulherns maintained the practice of lighting candles in windows, though they adapted it for safety by moving the candle from the doorway to the dining room table. They kept the symbolic meaning while adjusting the practical details.

What’s striking is how some communities used preservation as a form of resistance or identity maintenance. The Quakers completely rejected Christmas celebrations as potentially heretical, viewing them as Catholic excesses, and this stance persisted even as other Protestant denominations gradually embraced the holiday. French Huguenots maintained their preference for giving lasting rather than consumable gifts, a practice that distinguished them from their English and Dutch neighbors who typically gave food and drink.

The book also shows how external pressures could force tradition to either bend or break. Christmas Savings Clubs thrived for decades but virtually disappeared by 2006 when credit cards, inflation, and digital banking made them obsolete. The eggnog tradition shifted from being viewed as medicine “for the sick” to becoming a festive indulgence, showing how the same practice could survive by completely changing its cultural meaning.

The question wasn’t whether to change, but what was essential to preserve and what could be modified without losing core meaning.

In Delaware at Christmas you draw heavily on newspapers, oral histories, and even folklore bulletins. How did working with those kinds of sources shape the way you told the story? Did you find yourself writing more as a cultural historian, or sometimes almost as a folklorist trying to capture how people remembered their Christmases?

Those sources really shaped both the content and the tone of the book in ways that sometimes pulled in different directions. Newspaper accounts gave me the official version – when papers covered outdoor Christmas lighting competitions or reported on handbell choir performances, I was getting the public face of these traditions, often filtered through editors who wanted to present positive community stories.

But the oral histories revealed something quite different. When Hetty Francke talked about maintaining authentic Dutch Sinterklaas celebrations in Arden, I was hearing personal memory and lived experience. These voices often contradicted or complicated the newspaper narratives.

The folklore bulletins, like Ruthanna Hindes’ 1952 piece on Old Christmas beliefs, sat somewhere in between – they were scholarly attempts to document what people actually believed and practiced, not what institutions wanted them to believe. Hindes writing about cattle kneeling at midnight was capturing genuine folk belief, even if she approached it academically.

Working with these different source types meant constantly weighing official accounts against personal recollections. When newspapers covered Christmas card etiquette rules, I had to ask whether that reflected how people actually behaved or just how etiquette columnists thought they should behave.

The most revealing moments came when sources contradicted each other. A 1901 newspaper article about Old Christmas painted this romanticized picture of rural Sussex County, complete with problematic “Lost Cause” imagery. But Hindes’ later academic treatment of the same customs was much more objective, focused on documenting beliefs without the nostalgic embellishment.

I found myself shifting between roles depending on the material – being a cultural historian when analyzing the decline of sleigh bell usage, but becoming more of a folklorist when trying to understand why people believed mistletoe had magical properties or maintained wassail toasting rituals.

Let’s end with the present moment. After immersing yourself in centuries of Delaware’s Christmas traditions—sacred and secular, preserved and adapted—what do you hope readers will carry forward into their own holidays? In other words, when someone finishes Delaware at Christmas and then looks around their own table or community gathering, what perspective do you hope lingers with them?

I hope readers come away with an appreciation for how traditions work – not as museum pieces to be preserved unchanged, but as living practices that communities actively shape to meet their needs. “Delaware at Christmas” shows that the most enduring traditions weren’t those that remained rigid, but those that found ways to adapt while keeping their essential meaning intact.

What strikes me most is how many of these customs emerged from people solving immediate problems – families needing seasonal income, communities wanting to include newcomers, individuals trying to maintain identity while fitting into new circumstances. The traditions that lasted weren’t necessarily the most elaborate or well-funded, but those that served real human needs for connection, meaning, and belonging.

When readers look around their own holiday gatherings, I hope they see both the weight of inherited customs and their own agency in shaping what comes next. Every family dinner, every decoration choice, every way of including or adapting traditions for changing circumstances – these are all part of the same ongoing process the book documents.

I’d want them to feel less pressure about doing things “correctly” and more curiosity about why certain practices matter to them. What needs do your holiday traditions serve? How might they evolve to better include new family members, changing circumstances, or community growth? The people in “Delaware at Christmas” weren’t necessarily trying to preserve Delaware Christmas traditions – they were just trying to create meaningful celebrations for their families and communities.

The traditions we have now are the result of countless small decisions made by ordinary people. Readers today are making those same kinds of decisions, whether they realize it or not. That’s both the responsibility and the opportunity of being part of this continuing story.

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Meet Author Dave Tabler:

Ten year old Dave Tabler decided he was going to read the ‘R’ volume from the family’s World Book Encyclopedia set over summer vacation. He never made it from beginning to end. He did, however, become interested in Norman Rockwell, rare-earth elements, and Run for the Roses.

Tabler’s father encouraged him to try his hand at taking pictures with the family camera. With visions of Rockwell dancing in his head, Tabler press-ganged his younger brother into wearing a straw hat and sitting next to a stream barefoot with a homemade fishing pole in his hand. The resulting image was terrible.

Dave Tabler went on to earn degrees in art history and photojournalism despite being told he needed a ‘Plan B.’

Fresh out of college, Tabler contributed the photography for “The Illustrated History of American Civil War Relics,” which taught him how to work with museum curators, collectors, and white cotton gloves. He met a man in the Shenandoah Valley who played the musical saw, a Knoxville fellow who specialized in collecting barbed wire, and Tom Dickey, brother of the man who wrote ‘Deliverance.’

In 2006 Tabler circled back to these earlier encounters with Appalachian culture as an idea for a blog. AppalachianHistory.net today reaches 375,000 readers a year.

Dave Tabler moved to Delaware in 2010 and became smitten with its rich past. He no longer copies Norman Rockwell, but his experience working with curators and collectors came in handy when he got the urge to photograph a love letter to Delaware’s early heritage. This may be the start of something.​

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The Magical Christmas Cottage

Aimee O’Brian

 

(Charmed Love, #3)
Publication date: October 23rd 2025
Genres: Adult, Holiday, Romance

In the small town of Hazard, sometimes love is the greatest Christmas miracle.

Alina McAllister is starting fresh in the charming town of Hazard, Rhode Island, with a simple plan: take a docent job at the Historical Society and embrace the magic of the season. But when her landlady Hazel suffers a stroke, everything changes. Hazel’s grumpy yet undeniably handsome grandson, Carter Bestwick, swoops into town determined to sell the cottage and move on with his corporate life. He needs Alina to leave—immediately.

With nowhere to go and a snowstorm trapping them together, Alina and Carter are forced into close quarters. What starts as a tense, begrudging arrangement soon sparks undeniable chemistry. As they clear out the attic, they discover Hazel’s magical wedding bands—heirlooms passed down through generations since the Revolutionary War—and find that sometimes, the magic of love is closer than they think.

In this heartwarming, opposites-attract holiday romance, Alina and Carter may just find that the greatest gift of all is an unexpected love.

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With a playful glance at Carter, Alina slipped the small gold ring on her finger. It fit perfectly. She admired the filigreed design of clasped hands and held up her own. “What do you think?”

Carter frowned at her. Of course he did. His voice was rough when he spoke. “What are you doing?”

Alina shrugged. “Having some fun. You could try it. You do know what fun is?”

His frown lines deepened into furrows. If he wasn’t careful, he’d look old before his time.

Determined to help him avoid that fate, Alina teased, “Don’t you ever have fun? Here.” She held out the larger ring to him. It too, had a design of clasped hands.

He raised a disapproving brow. “You want me to put on some old wedding band.” It wasn’t a question and the censure in his voice was obvious.

“Sure, why not? What are you afraid of?”

He tilted his head. “I’m not a commitment-phobe if that’s what you’re implying.”

“So, put it on.” She issued the challenge to see if he’d accept.

“We are not making a commitment.”

“No, we are playing. Fun, remember?”

When he just stared at the ring, she added, “I dare you.”

Carter’s eyes narrowed. “You dare me?”

“That’s right, I dare you.” She was back to playground taunts, but this time Alina didn’t care because it really was fun. And he needed to lighten up.

Carter tilted his chin up for a moment before he narrowed his eyes at her and slipped the ring on the third finger of his left hand.

It went on easily like hers had. “See, perfect fit. I wonder where they came from.”

“They’re old, I’m certain.” Carter gazed down at the ring on his finger. “I’ve seen pictures of this type of ring somewhere. Traditional workmanship but surprisingly comfortable. Okay, time to get back to work. Fun’s over.”

“Fun should never be over.”

Carter tugged on the ring to take it off. He blinked, tugged harder. “That’s odd. It went on so smooth, and now it’s stuck.”

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About Author Aimee O’Brian:

Having lived in both California and Texas, award-winning author Aimee O’Brian now resides in the beautiful wine country where she writes dark, sexy, funny romance. With her three children grown and experiencing their own adventures, she and her husband are free to explore the world. When she’s not reading, writing, or planting even more flowers in her garden, she can be found stomping through ancient ruins and getting lost in museums.

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Will it be a Christmas to remember, or will their
holiday get plowed away?

 

A Buckeye Falls Christmas

A Buckeye Falls Novel

by Libby Kay

Genre: Contemporary Holiday Romance

On the first day of Christmas, Buckeye Falls gave to me…

A snow storm…

Uninvited dinner guests…

A Christmas pageant…

And a friends’ reunion dinner to warm your heart.

It’s been ten years since five couples found love in this charming small Ohio
town. Families and careers have grown, but the love remains the same.

Max is hosting Christmas at the diner, a final sendoff before the beloved
hangout gets a facelift. But the risk of a snow storm and a few uninvited
guests threaten everyone’s plans. Will it be a Christmas to remember, or will
their holiday get plowed away?

Revisit your favorite couples in this holiday novella, which includes favorite
recipes from the series. Warning: this story will make you hungry and may cause
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Ginny kissed Max’s cheek, tasting his tears on her lips. “Max, honey. This rarely happens. C’mon, Henry’s going to be the lead in the Christmas pageant. He’s a tough kid, just like his father.” She punctuated her statement with another kiss.

Max coughed and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. “Oh yeah, I’m a real macho man.”

“Yeah, because you know they’re my type.” Ginny theatrically rolled her eyes.

“I shudder to think of what your type is,” Max said, gesturing at his current state. His eyes were red, he was covered in dirt and dog kibble, and he probably could stand another few hours of sleep.

Ginny leaned back, tapping her chin. “Well, let’s see. I like a man who can take care of me and my children. Someone who can cook, like really well. And it would be nice if he was a small business owner and took care of my father like his own. Oh, and if he’s also best friends with my best friends, that would be perfect.” Ginny huffed and pulled herself to her feet. “Looks like that’s a pretty tall order.”

Max snatched Ginny’s hand and pulled her onto his lap. “Okay, Mrs. Sanchez. Point made.” He kissed his wife, relishing in the fact they were still together after all these years. Life wasn’t always perfect, but it was from where he sat. “I need to get to the diner and start working on the menu for Christmas.”

Ginny kissed him one more time before pulling back. “And I’m needed in the office.”

“Love you, Gin.”

“Love you more.”

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Libby Kay lives in the city in the heart of the Midwest with
her husband. When she’s not writing, Libby loves reading romance novels of any
kind. Stories of people falling in love nourish her soul. Contemporary or
Regency, sweet or hot, as long as there is a happily ever after—she’s in love!

When not surrounded by books, Libby can be found baking in
her kitchen, binging true crime shows, or on the road with her husband,
traveling as far as their bank account will allow.

Libby cohosts the Romance Roundup podcast with Liz Donatelli
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interview authors, influencers, and publishers. Check it out for your weekly
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Elf Against the Wall

by Alina Jacobs

 

(The Wynter Brothers, #2)
Publication date: November 12th 2024
Genres: Adult, Comedy, Contemporary, Holiday, Romance

When you kiss your perfect boyfriend under the mistletoe…only for your cousin to scream to the family that you stole her man, Christmas is OVER.

In my defense, I didn’t know my boss—yup, boss. Buckle up because this is messy—was my cousin’s newly minted and totally lying fiancé. I thought he was the Nutcracker Prince come to finally show my family that I, too, was worthy of putting the star atop the Christmas tree.

I was so wrong.
Now my entire family thinks I’m a ho ho ho.
I’m at the top of the naughty list, not in a fun Elf on the Shelf way, but rather in a snide-comments-at-brunch and sitting-at-the-kids’-table kinda way.

I have to clear my name, or Christmas is ruined. Again.
What better way than to blackmail my family’s number one sworn enemy?
Anderson Wynter is this desperate

elf’s last hope. Six-foot-five, ethically challenged, with washboard abs and a death wish, Anderson is the perfect weapon to expose my ex and help me get back in my family’s good graces.
That is, until the weapon massively backfires… and no, not like that.

Anderson goes full Nightmare Before Christmas and shows up at my family’s annual holiday party in nothing but tattoos and a motorcycle helmet and tells everyone we’re dating.
Yep, that kicks me off the naughty list and sends me straight to the Grinch’s garbage dump.

Now I’m chained to a motorcycle-riding bad elf with terrible morals and an even worse attitude—one who sticks his hand down my shirt in the middle of my parents’ posh country club and tells me to ride him like I do his bike.
When I slap him, he just smirks and asks if I fluff my marshmallows while fantasizing about betraying my family with him.
As if.

No way am I sleeping with the man my entire family hates.
Because that won’t just ruin Christmas.
It’ll ruin the rest of my life.

Naughty elves of Christmas checking in! We’re drunk caroling, eating cookies at midnight, surviving family drama, and drooling over hot, unattainable men who are oh so wrong for us. This standalone holiday romantic comedy has all the Christmas cheer you can fit under the tree and a happily ever after guaranteed!

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There was a man—a huge man!—in my father’s study, all in heavy black motorcycle gear, a helmet hiding his face.

Snowball had her needle-sharp teeth latched onto the robber’s pant leg, and he was batting at her roughly, trying to knock her off.

“Don’t you hurt my dog!” I screamed, picking up a priceless wood statue my parents had brought back from their anniversary trip to Japan and racing after the attacker.

He grunted in surprise but raised his arm too late to block the statue from crashing into his motorcycle helmet, shattering the tinted visor.

Eyes like a raging winter storm glared back at me through the broken glass.

I hefted the statue again, and it connected with one of his massive arms.

The hit didn’t even knock him off-balance.

“Oh shit,” I whimpered as he took a step toward me.

The huge arm came up, knocking the statue out of my hands to split on the floor.

I spun to escape but tripped on the corner of the rug and crashed to the floor, yelling unintelligibly as he pounced on me, pinning me on my back. His huge gloved hand covered my mouth and nose so I couldn’t scream. I could barely breathe.

“Shut up,” the deep voice ordered, slightly muffled by the broken motorcycle helmet.

I struggled under the massive male body that had me trapped on the floor, clawing ineffectively at him.

“What the hell?” he growled. “Fuck, I need to do something with you.”

Was he going to hurt me? Or take me with him to be—Gulp—disposed of somewhere else?

Don’t let yourself be taken to a second location!

But I couldn’t budge all the muscle and sinew holding me down.

“Motherfuck—” he roared, snatching his gloved hand back from my mouth as Snowball bit him, her sharp teeth sinking through the gloves into his thumb.

Sucking in shuddering breaths, I pummeled the man’s helmet as he shook his hand, Snowball not letting go as he flapped her around.

Scraping my nails on his neck, I managed to drag his helmet off his head and hoisted it, banging it on his face and shoulders as he cursed, finally shaking the dog and the glove free.

His tattooed hand made a fist and punched the helmet out of my grasp. His knee pinned my hip to the floor. As he raised himself slightly, his face was lit up by passing headlights.

“Oh my god,” I whimpered, eyes bugging out of my head as I took in his chiseled face, strong jaw, black hair, wintery gray eyes, and scars on his cheek and across one eye.

“You’re the… the… the…”

“The… the… the…” he mocked as he catalogued my dawning recognition.

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Architect by day, writer by night, I love matcha green tea, chocolate, and books! So many books…

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Candy Crone is a Christmas Short Story standalone in
the bestselling Hawthorne University Witch Series.

Candy Crone

The Hawthorne University Witch Series Book 8

By A.L. Hawke

Genre: Paranormal Holiday Fantasy

Candy Crone is a Christmas Short Story standalone following Shadow
Cast
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While I’m enjoying a spicy caramel apple surprise at our local ice cream
parlor, an old lady in rags rambles nonsense about candy canes to children
waiting for Santa. That distracts me from prepping my young friend Cat for her
college interview at Hawthorne University.
Christmas turns into creepy Halloween when all the local children, including
Cat, disappear in the woods. Bryce and I search our forest but become
spellbound. All this voracious casting heralds the arrival of a new witch in
town. The Candy Crone.
As the Hawthorne Witch, I hold great power, but with my unborn baby kicking,
the witch exploits my sins and vices through gluttony. Am I nothing more than
my appetites and power as the Hawthorne Witch? Or can I accomplish something
greater? If I can’t sort my stuff out, Cat, my unborn baby, Chandra, and all
these innocent kids living in Hawthorne are toast.

 

Cadence Hawthorne returns in this Christmas novella taking place after
Shadow Cast, book 6, in The Hawthorne University Witch Series. Candy Crone
is a complete self-contained novella not ending in cliffhangers. Some spoilers
cannot be avoided, but the story is a STANDALONE book that can be enjoyed
without reading the preceding novels.

 

 

Content Warning: Candy Crone contains profanity, adult situations and, of
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Cadence! Cadence!”

Bryce and I spin around in the direction of the shouting. That was Cat’s voice! I’m forced to squint as the sun’s rays open again through a gap in the trees. But then Cat stops crying for help.

Light shines over our dirt path, winding through the trees, and I see more breadcrumbs strewn along the ground. I don’t follow the path. Instead, I walk off the trail and start gathering large fallen branches in the bushes. I pile the thickest ones and start forming a five-pointed star.

“What are you doing, Katie?” Bryce asks.

“I don’t know. I remember doing this in my dream. All this happened before, in the dream…or…I foresaw it happening. You and I first spotted breadcrumbs. So I built this sigil as a signal and as a refuge during the nightmare. I think the headmaster’s right, this witch is very powerful. She, or whoever’s possessing her, is attacking us with powerful magic. I feel like I have to build this circle for protection.”

And I drag another stick along the ice, forming a circle surrounding my pentagram. Then I gesture at my work.

Bryce nods, but then he freaks me out when he covers his eyes, squinting over my left shoulder. Turning in the direction of his gaze, I see a bright golden glow. The light is heralding a small cottage among the trees. The breadcrumb trail ends at a walkway surrounding the cottage, which has two windows with shutters and a chimney. It’s as if the cottage has always been there, hidden in the woods. Two large red poles with white stripes by the entrance appear to be the size of people. They look like huge peppermint candy canes. And beside the peppermint sticks, in the snow, are two gingerbread-like statues about half my height. The top of one of the peppermint sticks forms the outline of a girl’s face. But her expression is frozen, motionless, like a statue. An icy pathway of shiny red and green candy tiles leads to the front door. The door and the shutters are composed of a brown cake-like substance. Gingerbread? White patches on the walls form a thick plaster. On the plaster brush marks stick out in sections, reminding me of frosting. Soft red and green gems embedded in the white plaster, covered in crystalized sugar kernels, reflect the golden sunlight. Gumdrops or sugar plums. Chocolatey-brown drippings fall from the rooftops, draining into chocolate pools. And the roof is made of a cinnamon red candy–like surface.

We walk slowly along the candy path. Bryce runs a finger along the white plaster beside the door. It’s not solid, and it’s not plaster, it’s like a thick white goo.

“Frosting?” Bryce asks me with a nervous chuckle.

I nod and run my finger along the wall too. I bring the goo to my nose. It smells so sweet and delicious.

“This has to stop,” snaps Bryce. “This sick witch is controlling us like in a fairy tale. And . . . I feel drowsy, as if I’m dreaming, Kate. I think she’s putting a spell on us.”

How can she not be? We’re standing in front of a gingerbread house.

I nab a large crystalized green gumdrop the size of my palm, stuck to the white frosting, and bite into it. It tastes so good! It’s soft, full of granules of sugar, with a wonderful tangy sweet lime. And the best part is the consistency. The gob sticks in my mouth like chewing gum.

“Cadence, what are you doing!”

He tries to snatch it from my fingers, but I pull it away. I don’t know why I’m eating it, but I am. It’s like I’m compelled to eat it. But it tastes sooo good. I don’t know how Bryce is stopping himself. I’m so hungry.

“It tastes really good, Bryce,” I say with my mouth full. “Wow. You should try some.” Then I dip it in some of the wall plaster and offer him some. “Try it, babe. Just take a bite.”

Growly, growler. Growly, growler.

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Do you write one book at a time or do you have several going at a time? 

If I’m really into a particular project, it becomes all encompassing. I prefer one book at a time but it doesn’t always work out that way. And lately, I also work on converting books to audio at the same time.

 

What made you want to become an author and do you feel it was the right decision?

I always had ideas in my head about writing. I think I always wanted to be a storyteller my whole life.

 

Advice you would give new authors? 

Take a look at other books in your interested genre. Learn from other writers by looking at what’s been written before. And do it for the fun of writing, not for the dollar. At an average cost of $3.99 per ebook, just doing the math, this isn’t a job making writers rich. You really have to love it for the craft.

 

Describe your writing style. 

I think my books are very dialog-heavy. It’s funny because I’ve heard the opposite. Some say they were impressed with my descriptive writing, but I really feel like most of the time I’m using description as a scaffold for conversation. I’m letting the characters run the show. So, reality comes in the form of dialog. It’s what breathes life into my characters.

 

What makes a good story? 

Something engrossing.

 

What are you currently reading? 

I’m reading It Ends with Us. Heard of it? ☺ I’m giving that book a whirl.

 

What is your writing process? For instance do you do an outline first? Do you do the chapters first? 

No outlines. My characters shape what happens.

 

Do you try more to be original or to deliver to readers what they want? 

That’s a good question. It’s a mix. If I feel like something is successful, like my witch series has been, then I want to spend my time working with my success. That’s why I’ve written so many books in the series. But I write some books outside of my typical genre. And I like to take chances. It’s part of being an “artist” not a marketer. Because indie writers tend to be on different sides of that spectrum.

 

How long on average does it take you to write a book? 

I can write about four pages an hour. I’m very prolific and can bust out a novel in a couple of weeks. The editing process can take longer, but, in many ways editing is more gratifying. There’s no blank pages staring at you. Or you’re not looking at page count and thinking “man, I’ve only got another hundred pages to go.”

 

Do you believe in writer’s block? 

Absolutely. I suffer from it all the time. But, for me, it’s not a blank page. I can write pages upon pages, but it’s a sense that I’m struggling to get work out. If the story comes easy, it’s so much more of a pleasure and I know it’s going to be good.

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A.L. Hawke is the author of the bestselling Hawthorne
University Witch series. The author lives in Southern California torching the
midnight candle over lovers against a backdrop of machines, nymphs, magic,
spice and mayhem. A.L. Hawke writes fantasy and romance spanning four thousand
years, from pre-civilization to contemporary and beyond.

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Can the love that binds this family deliver Christmas
miracles?

Or will the unforgiving wilderness crush their holiday
spirit?

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A Pioneer Christmas Beyond the Oregon Trail

A Ghosts Among the Oregon Trail Holiday Novella

by David Fitz-Gerald

Genre: Historical Holiday Western Adventure

Dorcas and her family endured a harrowing trip along the
Oregon Trail in 1850. Now, they face their first brutal winter in the rugged
wilderness. Can they survive the harsh realities of frontier life?

Devastating setbacks threaten their lives, crush their
hopes, and test their faith in timeless traditions. Their cabin is unfinished.
Wild animals shred their tents, ruin their food supply, and wreck their camp.
As winter closes in, a powerful storm strikes their remote homestead. How much
more can they endure?

Dorcas suggests skipping Christmas to focus on survival, but
her children balk. They don’t want to give up on the cherished holiday. Is
Christmas a luxury they can’t afford?

When her husband, Agapito, fails to return from a critical
supply run, Dorcas ventures into the wilderness with a rifle in search of food
for her children. She must brave the elements as a mountain lion stalks her
through a violent winter storm.

Can the love that binds this family deliver Christmas
miracles? Or will the unforgiving wilderness crush their holiday spirit?

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 today. Get wrapped up in this gripping western adventure of
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fiction and heartwarming holiday tales, this novella will keep you on the edge
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That scream curdles my blood and makes me shiver in fear. I clutch Agapito tightly against me.

Agapito says, “I think it is an owl. I do not know why owls howl like that. But I think it is because they are owls.”

I say, “We’d better check on the children.” After a mad dash to the river’s edge, I shiver as I climb into my clothes.

Agapito scampers after me. Racing to catch up, he laughs and says, “I lasted longer than you.”

The wilderness is full of undiscovered frightening beasts. Fortunately, the camp is safe, the children are asleep, and whatever attacked the camp while we were away is not a danger now.

It’s hard to believe an owl can make a sound like that. If I believed in such things, I might say it was a banshee.

It has been ten days since something attacked the camp, but we remain vigilant. Whatever it was could return at any time.

Being short of food is a constant worry. We’re trying to get by on less. The boys sometimes complain about the watery soup, but we must stretch what we have.

This morning, instead of chopping wood, Christopher and I are fishing in the Clackamas River. But neither of us are having much luck.

Dahlia Jane sits nearby, making nests. She collects dried grasses, then weaves them together into long strands, and then coils the lengths into bowl-shaped replicas. Considering she’s only four years old, her creations are quite convincing.

The cat plays nearby, never venturing far from the girl. It’s hard to believe the docile kitten is the same animal that we took in almost two months ago. I thought that vicious monster could never be tamed, but somehow the fur ball came around. Dahlia Jane says Christopher tamed it.

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Blogger: Hi, Dunk! Thanks for meeting with me in this dream. Tell me about your nickname.

Dunk: [As he speaks, he motions with his hands, forming a cup with one, and making a dipping motion with the other.] People make fun of me because I like to dunk food in stuff. Like biscuits in stew, pancakes in porridge, or donuts in syrup. So, they call me Dunk instead of Christopher. I reckon that’s shorter.

Blogger: I’ve heard you like to get away on your own sometimes. Is there someplace special you like to go?

Dunk: [Eyes light up with a mischievous grin] Oh, I got a place, all right. Found an abandoned cabin deep in the woods. A mountain man called Crabapple Nick used to live there. Nobody knows about it but me. I like sneaking back there when I need a bit of quiet or when I just want to pretend I’m a real explorer. It’s like my own secret fort. Just don’t tell anybody, all right? I’d like to keep that a secret.

Blogger: Your secret’s safe with me! I’ve also heard that animals seem to listen to you in a special way. What’s your trick?

Dunk: [Leans in close, voice dropping to a whisper] It ain’t really a trick. It’s just something I can do. Boss, our puppy born right along the trail, listens to me better than anybody else. And then there was Dahlia Jane’s kitten, mean as a snake at first, but now that ball of fluff is all soft and purrs. Even the oxen, they do what I say like I’m the head honcho. Sometimes, I even talk to birds. [Laughs and looks around] Better not mention that either. Don’t want folks thinking I’m daft.

Blogger: That’s incredible, Dunk! It sounds like you’ve got the heart of a true adventurer. Do you ever wish you could be out on the trail more?

Dunk: [His expression shifts to a mix of longing and excitement] Yeah. Boy. Do I ever! I sure was mad when Alvah and the crew left without me. They get to have an adventure every day. I wanted to go so bad, but Ma said no. Said I’m too young, but I ain’t. Someday I’ll be a guide. Or a soldier. Maybe even a trapper. [His lips shift from side to side as if trying to decide which profession might be best for him.]

Blogger: I’m sure you’ll show them all, one day. Speaking of the trail, I heard you broke your arm. Tell me about that.

Dunk: [He looks at his arm and gives a proud smile] Got trampled in a river crossing. It hurt real bad, but I didn’t cry much. Hated the sling though. Ma said I was brave, and I reckon I was. It just made me tougher, I think. If I can go through that, I can do just about anything. I’ll be the best guide or adventurer this side of the Mississippi, you’ll see.

Blogger: I have no doubt about that, Dunk. Now, Christmas on the frontier must be quite different. What’s the best part for you?

Dunk: The best part’s the stories and songs we share. And this year, we had a Christmas cake! I don’t know where it came from, but it was like magic. Hey, do you like to dip your cake in milk? [He laughs heartily] You should give it a try. Tastes even better.

Blogger: I’ll have to try that! One last question before you wake up: if you could tell other kids one thing about life out here, what would it be?

Dunk: I’d tell ‘em that life’s tough sometimes, real tough. But there’s always something worth smiling about. Whether it’s your dog, a warm fire, or dipping cake in milk. And even if folks say you’re too young, don’t listen. You know what you can do.

Blogger: That’s wonderful advice, Dunk. Thank you for sharing your stories and dreams with me. Merry Christmas!

Dunk: Merry Christmas to you, too! And remember, keep the cabin a secret. [He winks as the dream fades away]

Blogger’s Closing Note: Christopher “Dunk” Moon is a boy full of heart and wonder, with dreams as big as the frontier. His stories remind us that even in the hardest times, there’s always room for hope, adventure, and a bit of magic. And, if you enjoy this character as a child in A Pioneer Christmas and the series Ghosts Along the Oregon Trail, you might be surprised to encounter him as an adult in the newly released book, First Drive: A Seph Vermillion Western Adventure.

Blogger’s Closing Note: Andrew’s ambition and depth remind us that even in the hardest times, dreams and determination can light the way. His story is one of hope, resilience, and finding a voice amid the wilds of the frontier.

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David Fitz-Gerald writes westerns and historical fiction. He
is the author of twelve books, including the brand-new series, Ghosts Along the
Oregon Trail set in 1850. Dave is a multiple Laramie Award, first place, best
in category winner; a Blue Ribbon Chanticleerian; a member of Western Writers
of America; and a member of the Historical Novel Society.

Alpine landscapes and flashy horses always catch Dave’s eye
and turn his head. He is also an Adirondack 46-er, which means that he has
hiked to the summit of the range’s highest peaks. As a mountaineer, he’s
happiest at an elevation of over four thousand feet above sea level.

Dave is a lifelong fan of western fiction, landscapes,
movies, and music. It should be no surprise that Dave delights in placing
memorable characters on treacherous trails, mountain tops, and on the backs of
wild horses.

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A kiss under the Mistletoe brings good fortune, but can a
Christmas wedding stop a deadly feud?

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Thistle in the Mistletoe

A Stones of Iona Holiday Novel

by Margaret Izard

Genre: Holiday Historical Paranormal Romance

A kiss under the Mistletoe brings good fortune, but can a
Christmas wedding stop a deadly feud?

 

The soft beauty beside him at the altar would make the
perfect bride. Roderick MacDougall would do anything to stop the feud without
more bloodshed. Too bad the gorgeous woman is the daughter of his greatest
enemy who murdered his da. Trust in a Comyn is hard won, even if she tempts his
senses.

Mary Comyn only wants to stop the wars and live a life of
peace and goodwill. Tricked by her father and forced by the English king to
marry her clan’s enemy, Mary fears she’s scarifying finding true love for
peace. A Christmas wedding sounds romantic, but why would the handsome
MacDougall laird, her greatest clan enemy, love her?

 A man conflicted by duty charged to find peace. A woman
whose father betrayed all. When betrayal looms from within, can enemies find
love and forge a new future for both clans?

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Margaret Izard is an award-winning author of historical
fantasy and paranormal romance novels. She spent her early years through
college to adulthood dedicated to dance, theater, and performing. Over the
years, she developed a love for great storytelling in different mediums. She
does not waste a good story, be it movement, the spoken, or the written word.
She discovered historical romance novels in middle school, which combined her
passion for romance, drama, and fantasy. She writes exciting plot lines, steamy
love scenes and always falls for a strong male with a soft heart. She lives in
Houston, Texas, with her husband and adult triplets and loves to hear from
readers.

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Keep warm this season with these 4 tales of holiday romance!

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Just in Time for Christmas: Tales of Romance

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Shay Lacy,
Constance Phillips, Denise Lynn, Mila Winters

Genre: Holiday Romance Anthology

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A Fiery Flamingo Christmass by Shay Lacy

What will ignite when a protected witness with a
flamethrower meets the hunk next door?

The mob located Gina Weston two days before Christmas, but she refuses to run
any more. Except maybe into the arms of her next-door neighbor after he
extinguishes her burning flamingo Christmas tree. But are her gun and
flamethrower enough to protect her from the lure of this sport hero playboy?

Former home run king Stone “Sledge” Hammer had been bored in the
baseball off-season. Meeting Gianna has given him the chance to be a hero
again, if she lets him in. While he’s showing her the true spirit of Christmas,
can he get inside her defenses to show her the importance of home?

It’s no game they’re playing, and it’s a must-win
against the mob.

 

Christmas Memories by Denise Lynn

When Kelly’s missing husband unexpectedly shows up with amnesia right before
the holidays, will the miracle of the Christmas season help restore his
memories and what they once shared?

 

Family Reclaimed by Constance Phillips

Is their new fragile love strong enough for these
first tests?

Kayson and Jack swore eternal love to each other. Now all they want is some
time alone to explore the meaning of Christmas as a new family. But the hustle
of the holidays while building their dreams at once is testing the strength of
that vow. Everybody wants a piece of them.

If they give all their time and love away to
others, will they have enough left for one another and their young son?

 

What She Wants for Christmas by Mila Winters

When Leann’s hopes for spending Christmas with her daughter are dashed, she
licks her wounds by indulging in a fling with Ben, the cute guy she meets at a
bar.

All Ben wants for Christmas is to romance the beautiful woman he’s had a crush
on for years. If Leanne learns all his secrets, she might not give him a chance
to prove they can be great together.

Now, only Leanne can decide if Ben is really what
she wants for Christmas.

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Shay Lacy lives in Ohio with her husband and cat GG.

She writes romantic suspense and erotic fantasy
romance. Shay sees story ideas everywhere. Even something as simple as a sequin
can spark a new romantic suspense. Many times a story has emerged from her
musing, “You know, somebody could die from that.”

When not writing, she loves to bake, people watch, and
shop flea markets and estate sales.

Shay enjoys hearing how couples met and what they love
about each other. You can find more information about Shay, her books, and how
to contact her at her website, www.shaylacy.com.

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Denise Lynn lives in NW Ohio
with her husband, son and an ever-changing number of 4-legged kids.

She writes medieval romance for Harlequin/Mills and
Boon Historical and whatever she feels like writing for herself. Having read
romance novels since she was far too young to do so, she enjoys having the
opportunity to share her own stories with readers.

In her spare time, she gardens, sews, and basically
putzes around with any craft project she can get her hands on. 

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Denise Lynn Newsletter and contact information are on her site.

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Constance Phillips lives in Ohio with her husband, daughter, and three canine kids.

She writes contemporary and paranormal romance novels.

When not writing stories of finding and rediscovering love, Constance loves spending time in the
garden, with her pups, or cooking with her fresh from the garden produce.

If she leaves the house, it’s to spend time with good friends or family…or go to an eighties pop
concert.

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Mila Winters loves romance. Be it written between the pages of a book, larger than life on the big
screen or residing in her home. So, of course, she writes it too. That is, when she’s not working
with teenagers or hanging out with her wife and their dog Toby.

Creating likeable (and sometimes unlikeable) characters makes her do a happy dance and she hopes
her readers enjoy them too. To learn more about Mila, her other stories and how
her writing brain works, visit her at www.milawinters.com.

 

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