Secret Santa

Secret Santa

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Christmas is the time for miracles, mayhem, and holiday romance in these wonderful stories from four of today's most beloved authors. . .

"Mister Christmas" by Fern Michaels

A week before Christmas, attorney Claire O'Brien is summoned to Ireland to change her wealthy client's will—only to encounter resistance from his handsome nephew. Will Claire be forced to spend the holidays up close and personal with her irresistible Irish nemesis?

"The Yellow Rose of Christmas" by Marie Bostwick

Though Miss Velvet Tudmore wrote off romance years ago, rumor has it she has a secret admirer. And when her surprise suitor promises to reveal himself at the annual Christmas ball in Too Much, Texas, Velvet starts to wonder: is it ever too late to find love?

"Nightmare on Elf Street" by Laura Levine

Aside from the mortifying costume, how bad can a gig as a mall Santa's elf be? Jaine Austen finds out when she's teamed up with the Santa from Hell. But things go from bad to worse when he's found murdered on the job—and Jaine is a suspect. Now all she wants for Christmas is to find the real killer. . .

"Room at the Inn" by Cindy Myers

When a Rocky Mountain blizzard forces Barb and her husband to spend Christmas in a remote Colorado cabin with their fellow travelers, Barb struggles to cope—especially when her husband reveals troubling news. But sometimes a holiday shake-up is all a woman needs to discover what she's truly made of. . ..

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781420121452
Publisher: Kensington
Publication date: 10/29/2013
Pages: 400
Product dimensions: 4.10(w) x 6.70(h) x 1.20(d)

About the Author

FERN MICHAELS is the USA Today and New York Times bestselling author of the Sisterhood, Men of the Sisterhood, and Godmothers series, as well as dozens of other novels and novellas. There are over one-hundred ten million copies of her books in print. Fern Michaels has built and funded several large day-care centers in her hometown, and is a passionate animal lover who has outfitted police dogs across the country with special bulletproof vests. She shares her home in South Carolina with her four dogs and a resident ghost named Mary Margaret. Visit her website at


Summerville, South Carolina

Place of Birth:

Hastings, Pennsylvania


High School

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ISBN: 978-1-4201-2145-2


By the time she arrived in New York City, Claire was beyond exhausted and just a wee bit tipsy. She'd been so nervous on the flight from Los Angeles, she'd had one too many glasses of wine in hopes of calming her nerves. It hadn't helped.

After going through Customs, with a two-hour wait before her flight to Dublin, Claire found a vacant spot at one of the many bars at JFK. Knowing she would regret it, she hoisted herself up on the barstool and, in doing so, managed to get her shoe caught on the footrest at the bar, where she proceeded to lose her four-inch heel. Horrified because she did not have access to another pair of shoes—in her carry-on she'd packed only a book and a travel pillow for her trip—Claire crammed her foot in the shoe where the spiked heel dangled from the sole.

"What'll you have?" A twentysomething good-looking bartender asked her as she adjusted herself on the barstool.

"Uh, something that'll wake me up."


"No, I meant something that will make me sleepy."

"Long flight?" the bartender asked.

"Yep," Claire said somewhat woozily, then hiccupped. "Just came from LA, and now I'm headed to Ireland."

"I'll fix you up then. I know the perfect drink. Once you're on board, I promise you will sleep like a baby."

"I'll have that then," Claire said, not really caring what it was as long as it knocked her out. She did not like to fly. Period. It was not natural. If humans were meant to fly, they would have been born with wings.

Two minutes later, he placed a cocktail napkin in front of her, topping it off with a tall glass filled with amber liquid and a slice of lemon. Claire immediately took a sip. "This is good. Tastes like sweet tea." She downed the glass easily, then moved it aside, motioning to the bartender for another. He laughed, shook his head, and again placed another one of the tasty drinks in front of her. "This is really good," she said after she took another drink.

"It will help you sleep," the bartender commented as he wiped the bar down. "Just don't drink too many, or I can't promise you'll find your seat on the plane."

Claire finished the last of her drink, suddenly feeling beyond woozy. Her words came out fuzzy and slurred when she spoke. "How much ya need?" she asked as she fumbled inside her purse for her wallet.

"Forty bucks should cover you," he said.

Even in her state of inebriation, she thought the price outrageous. She smacked a fifty-dollar bill beside her empty glasses, then said, "Merry Christmas," but to her it sounded more like Meruhkissmus.

"Happy Holidays," the bartender called over his shoulder as he made his way over to his next customer.

"Yeah, sure," Claire mumbled as she exited the bar. Quickly scanning her surroundings for the ladies' room, she spotted it across from a Best Buy mini kiosk.

Limping through the throngs of travelers, Claire joined a long line of women waiting for their chance in the ladies' room. Too-bright fluorescent lighting along with her consumption of too much alcohol, made the room begin to swirl. Leaning against the wall, Claire closed her eyes, praying that the sudden urge to throw up would pass.

An elderly woman tapped her on her shoulder, "Honey, it's your turn."

Claire opened her eyes just in time to see an open stall waiting just for her. She waved at the kindly woman before she skip-hobbled the short distance. Dropping her purse and duffel on the floor, not caring that the germs of the world were probably seeping inside, she dropped to her knees, wrapped both arms around the base of the commode as though she were locked in a passionate embrace, and proceeded to purge herself of the alcohol she'd just downed.

Amid the sounds of running water, the whisper of air hand dryers, the clinking of the metal locks on the stall doors, and a lowered whispered from a harried mom, Claire had a brief moment of lucidity when she heard the same woman whispering harshly to her daughter that the woman in the next stall, her, was a very bad example. Claire gritted her teeth and squeezed her eyes into gatorlike slits as another wave of nausea forced her to lean over the toilet once again. However this time, she neglected to hold her shiny black hair behind her. Not only did she now have vomit in her hair, but the automatic flush chose that moment to do its thing, and giant drops of toilet water splattered her in the face.

Claire came to the conclusion she was more than a bit tipsy: She was drunk, smashed, inebriated, highly intoxicated, whatever. She should know better, she thought, as she grabbed on to the giant plastic container that held an equally giant roll of tissue and struggled to steady herself. "Shit," she muttered when the plastic surrounding the tissue fell off, landing in the toilet. More water splashed her navy skirt. Bits of vomit clinging inside the bowl flew out of the water, creating tiny polka dots on her skirt.

Still woozy from the alcohol, Claire acknowledged that she was still drunk. She hadn't been so drunk since she'd passed the bar exam, and she knew that a killer hangover loomed in her near future. Taking a deep breath, she carefully eased into a standing position, heedful as she tried to balance herself on one four-inch heel, the other heel dangling from its sole, all while carefully stretching her arm to her side so she could retrieve her purse and duffel bag.

Forcing herself to appear normal, Claire managed to unlock the stall door and tumble to the sinks. The sight of herself in the mirror almost made her throw up again. Chunks of something she didn't want to put a word to clung to the ends of her hair. The makeup she'd applied so carefully in California was smeared across her face. Her mascara had run, leaving her with two raccoon eyes. The lipstick that promised to keep her lips plump and full for twelve hours made her look more like a clown. And she had always hated clowns, thought them beyond creepy. She took another quick look in the mirror. If she weren't so pathetic, she would have laughed. Her main concern was getting to her gate. Anything more in the way of hygiene and cosmetic repairs could wait until she was safely aboard the plane. She did rinse out her mouth and rake a shaky hand through her hair. Turning around, she almost fell flat on her face before she remembered her high heel was broken. Catching herself, she stopped and removed both shoes, stuffing them in her canvas bag. Maybe she'd find a pair of slippers in one of the shops.

Taking a deep breath, Claire reunited with the throngs of travelers, ignoring the stares of the few who caught a good look at her appearance and her lack of shoes. Holding her head as high as she could without making herself dizzy, she walked what felt like ten miles before locating Gate 27. Spying one of the usual shops that sold everything from earplugs to blankets, Claire, still a bit woozy, but not nearly as drunk as she had been an hour ago, entered the shop and searched for a slipper, a flip-flop, anything to put on her feet. She perused the mini aisles and saw nothing that remotely resembled footwear of any kind. Seeing that the cashier was watching her every move, Claire took advantage of it. "Do you sell slippers of any kind? Shoes?"

The older man was dark-skinned and extremely attractive. He nodded, then motioned to the wall at the very back of the store. Claire followed his instructions and saw several pairs of children's slippers before locating the footwear for adults. "Oh." She almost said shit again but thought better of it as there were small children in the store. Realizing this was it, all or nothing, she grabbed a pair of Betty Boop slippers in a size seven. At the register, she paid for them, had the gentleman remove the tags, then slipped them on her feet. Warm, she thought with a smile. She hadn't realized how cold her feet were. She'd been too nauseated to pay much attention to anything else.

Slowly, she made her way back to her gate. No sooner had she sat down, preparing to relax for a bit before she boarded yet another long flight, this time across the Atlantic, she was surprised to hear the airline attendant telling those in first class to begin boarding. Taking extra care to appear steady on her feet, Claire slung her duffel over one shoulder while clutching her purse to her chest. She did not like flying. Not one little bit. Even first class.

Donald Flynn had better be on his deathbed.

She plucked her boarding pass from her purse and gave it to the attendant, then stumbled backwards.

"Are you all right, miss?" the attendant asked.

Yes, she was fine, still a bit intoxicated, but she wasn't going to mention this. "Yes, just a bit of jet lag," Claire answered, taking her boarding pass and tucking it in the side pocket of her purse.

Walking down the Jetway, Claire wanted to turn around and catch the next flight back to Los Angeles. As she stepped from the Jetway onto the Boeing 767, she mentally erased the image of sandy beaches and sunshine. She was on her way to Ireland, her ancestral homeland. A trickle of excitement inched down her spine as she located her seat. Her mother and father would've come with her had she invited them. Now, sitting here all alone, she was sorry that she hadn't invited them; but this was a business trip. She wouldn't have had enough time to spend with them. Maybe she would give them a trip to Ireland for their wedding anniversary.

With her thoughts all over the place, Claire's fear of flying took a backseat as she attempted to cram her duffel beneath the seat in front of her. Once that task was accomplished, she removed her compact from her purse. She peeped in the mirror and didn't recognize herself. That bartender surely added ten times the amount of liquor called for in whatever it was she'd drunk. Still feeling slightly woozy, she was ticked at herself for acting so irresponsibly. She rarely had a drink, and now here she was flying to another country, letting a strange guy fix her a drink without even asking what was in it. Feeling the need to right herself some way, she took a packet of wet wipes from her purse and cleaned the smeared makeup from her face. Then she ran another wipe along the length of her hair to remove the horrid smell, along with little chunks of—she didn't even want to go there. Before she changed her mind, she hit the CALL button. Within seconds, a perky blond flight attendant hovered over her. "Ma'am?"

Ma'am? Claire thought, feeling old and dirty beside the perfectly groomed young woman.

"Ma'am? Is there something I can get you before we prepare to take off?"

"Uh, yes. Would it be possible to get a wet cloth and a cup of strong coffee?"

Chalk white teeth smiled down at her. "Absolutely. Would you like cream and sugar?"

"No, black is fine, thanks."

Minutes later, the perky flight attendant delivered a warm cloth along with a steaming cup of coffee. Claire thanked her, placed the coffee on the side table, then ran the warm cloth across her face and neck and the strands of her hair. She practically downed the hot coffee in one gulp and felt a bit better physically. Still slightly nervous, she leaned against the headrest and closed her eyes. She forced her mind to another place—her happy place, she called it. Rainbows, lots of sunshine, and warm, sandy beaches with cool blue water lapping against a creamy shore. She'd found this simple exercise quite useful when she had to fly. If only she hadn't added alcohol to the mix, she might've enjoyed the hours of forced relaxation, but she'd acted impulsively, and now her method wasn't quite as effective.

Claire continued to lean back against the headrest as more passengers made their way down the narrow aisles. Since it was a night flight, she figured all would be quiet, and she would use the time for some much-needed rest. No more had the thought flickered across her mind than she heard an infant's high-pitched cry. She sat up in her seat and turned around. A pretty redheaded woman, probably in her mid-thirties, held the baby next to her chest and bounced the child up and down as she tried to put a bag in the overhead bin with one hand. A flight attendant saw her attempt and finished the task for her. The woman and crying child sat in the aisle seat beside Claire, which meant if she had to get up to go to the restroom during the long flight, she'd have to disturb the mother and child. On an impulse, Claire turned to the woman. "Do you want to trade seats? I wouldn't want to bother you"—she nodded toward the crying infant—"if I have to go to the restroom."

"Aye, that would be helpful," she said in a thick Irish accent. "I like the window seat. I can"—she pronounced can like kin—"lean me head against the window an' have a rest if this little bairn allows me."

Claire grinned. "Boy or girl?" she asked as she removed her duffel from beneath the seat.

"This wee one's a lad, and a mighty hungry one, I might add."

With quick precision, the young woman eased out of her seat, her grip on the baby firm, yet she still continued to bounce him up and down to soothe his now-soft cries. Claire stepped into the aisle while the woman adjusted herself in the window seat.

Relieved, Claire sat down, fastened her seat belt, suddenly glad for the young woman's company. At least she wasn't seated next to some old man who wanted to tell her his entire life history and that of his ancestors. She'd been through that scenario more than once.

"I'm Claire O'Brien," she said.

"I'm Kelly, and this is Patrick, but we've taken to calling him Paddy, an' I think it's gonna stick."

"My brother is named Patrick, though most of his friends call him Eddie."

"Must be the name no one wants to own up ta," Kelly observed as she removed a blue plastic baby bottle from her bag. "This one is hungry, an' I can't put off feedin' him any longer. I wanted to wait till we were airborne, but he's gonna start wailin' again if'n I don't."

Claire adored Kelly's accent and couldn't wait to hear the rest of Ireland's folk speak the brogue she'd wanted to hear for most of her life. She'd mimicked the accent many times, but she never sounded quite the way a true Irishman would.

"Poor little guy," Claire said for lack of anything better. She didn't have children, and though she'd been around her nieces and nephews plenty of times when they were toddlers, not too much as infants. She was as unschooled in the care of an infant as much as little Paddy himself.

"This is his first flight, and my first time flyin' with a babe. My mum tells me their ears hurt, and I should make sure he's feedin' until we reach altitude."

Again, Claire was completely out of her element and didn't know what to say, so she said the first thing that popped into her head as she observed the white liquid in the light blue bottle. "Looks like he'll be finished before we even take off."

"Aye, that's what I was afraid of," Kelly said suddenly, no longer the confident mother she appeared to be.

"I can help," Claire spurted out of the blue.

"You've experience with babes?" Kelly asked, her eyes brightening with hope.

She swallowed, then licked her lips. "Not really, but I can learn."

Kelly laughed, the sound almost magical. "He's just eight weeks. Not sure I'm even qualified to offer suggestions, but I'll manage."

The mere thought of the responsibility of caring for a child instantly sobered her up. She thought of her sister Colleen, and how she must have felt losing Shannon. And Megan, her other sister, had three sons. How did they manage to care for a family and do all the other things required? Claire had spent her entire adult life pursuing her career, climbing up the ladder in hopes of making partner in a prestigious law firm. Now, though she was within a year of achieving that goal at Arleo, Hayes and Ring, she thought it insignificant compared to her sisters' accomplishments. Raising a family wasn't in the cards for her. She'd be up a creek without a paddle if she were Kelly.

"If you need to stretch your legs, or use the restroom, I'll be happy to hold him." Yes, Claire thought, I can do that. She'd held babies before.

Excerpted from Secret Santa by FERN MICHAELS, MARIE BOSTWICK, LAURA LEVINE, CINDY MYERS. Copyright © 2013 Kensington Publishing Corporation. Excerpted by permission of KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP..
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Table of Contents


Mister Christmas by Fern Michaels....................     1     

The Yellow Rose of Christmas by Marie Bostwick....................     87     

Nightmare on Elf Street by Laura Levine....................     183     

Room at the Inn by Cindy Myers....................     287     

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Secret Santa 3.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 15 reviews.
sharon1JT More than 1 year ago
Great disappointment. I love a good Christmas story, unfortunately this book didn’t have them. Usually in an anthology you get some stories better than others. I wasn’t thrilled with any of them, even Fern Michael’s offering.
jbrooxd More than 1 year ago
I felt the first story was the weakest of the four. It seemed hard to believe, to me. The other three were very enjoyable. Mild language, mild romance. A really nice collection of stories. If you aren't familiar with these authors, as I wasn't, you might discover some other books you want to try!
MyBookAddictionandMore More than 1 year ago
SECRET SANTA by Fern Michaels, Marie Bostwick, Laura Levine, and Cindy Myers is an interesting collection of Christmas stories. Four talented authors have put together four interesting stories. Filled with Christmas spirit, miracles, mayhem, murder, mystery, and love. Each story is set in a different area, such as Ireland, Texas, Colorado, and in a Mall. For a sure to cheer you up, pick up "Secret Santa". Heartwarming stories of the Christmas spirit. If you are looking for a cute, sweet, holiday read, than I would recommend "Secret Santa",it is a great read! Received for an honest review from the publisher. RATING: 4 HEAT RATING: SWEET REVIEWED BY: AprilR, Courtesy of My Book Addiction and More
Carstairs38 More than 1 year ago
Four Christmas novels - two romance, one mystery, and one chick lit. I bought it for Laura Levine's mystery novella featuring her sleuth Jaine Austen. I loved it as always. Two of the other stories were enjoyable, but Fern Michaels's contribution was just plain bad on all fronts.
InspirationalAngel531 More than 1 year ago
Title: Secret Santa Author: Fern Michaels, Laura Levine, Marie Bostwick, Cindy Myers Published: Kensington Books / Zebra Pages: 307 Genre: Romance Sub-Genre: Holidays, Christmas, Contemporary Fiction ASIN: B00CSX8U68 ISBN: 9781420121452 Language : Clean Sensual Level: Non-Offensive, Innocent Reviewer: DelAnne Reviewed For: NetGalley Fern Michael's "Mister Christmas" Attorney Claire O'Brien is looking forward to spending Christmas With her family when a cantankerous client demands she come to Ireland immediately to revise his will. Upon arrival she meets resistance from his very attractive nephew. Marie Bostwick's "The Yellow Rose of Christmas" Velvet is a woman who no longer believes or looks for romance. Then she finds that she has a secret admirer. An Admirer who has promised to reveal their identity to Velvet at the ball. Did Velvet give up too soon? Laura Levine's "Nightmare in Elf Street" - Jamie Austen's job as Santa's elf may not have been her dream job, but it was a job. Yet when the hateful Santa turns up dead Jamie becomes the lead suspect. Will Jamie be spending the rest of her Christmas behind bars? Cindy Myers' "No Room at the Inn" - Barb and Jimmy along with a young family looking for work and a truck driver find themselves stranded at a fishing camp when a blizzard closes the roads. With no way to go onto their destinations they cope with the weather and personal problems as they wait for the roads to clear. My least favorite surprisingly to me was Fern Michaels’ "Mister Christmas" I felt it would have been a much more effective story if it had been filled out more and turned out as a novel. The premise was good and I happen to love Fern Michaels' style and was looking forward to reading this book for the very reason that she was one of the authors in the anthology. I would gladly by the book if she decides to extend the story and fix it so it is not as rushed or feel so forced. My favorite was Cindy Myers' "No Room at the Inn" this wonderful story brought the Christmas Spirit to the forefront for the holidays. It flowed with ease and the characters felt like they were someone you might meet in your own life. The plot was believable and I enjoyed the story from beginning to end. I look forward to reading more from Ms. Myers and the other authors that I had not read before. I continue to read any and all of Ms. Michaels. Other than this short I have never been disappointed. Pick up a copy Of Secret Santa if you are looking for a feel good story. It will warm your heart and provide hours of pleasure.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Oh. Cool look though! ( oof! My 16 lbs cat decided to sit on me. He looks like me here in rp)
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Good easy read holiday storirs
GHott More than 1 year ago
Mister Christmas Claire knows when she’s being set up but sometimes there is just nothing you can do about it. What is she supposed to tell her best client? “No, Sir, I’m not flying from California to Ireland the week before Christmas because I don’t believe you when you claim to be dying”? Sure, That’s gonna fly. But Claire definitely didn’t expect to meet Mister Christmas or to have her dreams come true… Review: I greatly enjoyed this book. It was very Christmassy & a bit thrilling even though the romance was a bit quick and fanciful for me. Author: Fern Michaels Grade: B+ Ages: 16+ The Yellow Rose of Christmas When sixty-four year maiden Velvet Tudmore begins receiving roses and notes from a secret admirer she thinks it’s a prank but as they continue she finally begins to see men as something other than worthless. Will her hopes be dashed or will her dreams come true? Review: I didn’t love this. It took a lot for me to get through the set-up of Velvet’s feelings toward men. It ended well and was well written but isn’t for one who dislikes gender discrimination. Author: Marie Bostwick Grade: B Ages: There’s no steam but I can’t honestly recommend this as it’s written. Nightmare on Elf Street What was I thinking? Honestly! I went in for an interview as an ad exec and ended up with a job as an elf & the promise of a second interview. I had no idea what was in store for me or I never would have thought that was a good deal! Especially when Santa is found deal and I’m the elf with the motive! Review: WOW. We completely switched genres again! This set is making my head spin! ;) It was cute but sometimes difficult for me to follow. Author: Laura Levine Grade: C Ages: 15+ Room at the Inn Socialite Barbara Stanowski is stuck in a rural cabin in the middle of nowhere in the midst of a blizzard with her husband, Jimmy and a few others and realizing that maybe her life isn’t as full as she’d always thought. Review: This was absolutely my favorite of all of the novellas. It’s less of a romance and more a women’s fiction but it was so very real & just a perfect ending. Side note: In this they participate in the tradition of Las Posadas. (“Las Posadas is a procession that takes place for the nine nights before Christmas, ending on Christmas Eve,” Elena said. “It is done in memory of the holy family’s journey to Jerusalem, and their search for a place for Mary to give birth to Jesus. The procession goes from house to house in the neighborhood, singing and praying. At each door they ask for shelter, but are turned away. At the last house, they’re welcomed in for more songs and praying and food and fellowship.”) To me this is one of the most special traditions & I’d love to be a part of it one day! Author: Cindy Myers Grade: A Ages: 16+ More… Source: Zebra Books via Netgalley Overall Grade: B+
52chickadees More than 1 year ago
“Deck Your Bookshelf With This Heart-Tugging Anthology ” In Fern Michaels’ “Mister Christmas”, we meet Claire O’Brien who had made plans to spend Christmas with her family in Telluride, Colorado. That is—until she gets a frazzled phone call from wealthy curmudgeon/client Donald Flynn, who demands she fly to Ireland immediately as he is on his deathbed! Despite her fear of flying, Claire begrudgingly makes the trip—and is greeted by not only his friendly staff, but strange circumstances within the castle walls, not to mention, Donald’s outspoken, hunky Nephew, Quinn Connor! The adventures awaiting Claire will tug at your heartstrings and bring the true meaning of Christmas alive, as only Fern can do. If you have read Marie Bostwick’s “Between Heaven and Texas”, then you are well acquainted with the Tudmore women (If you haven’t, do ask Santa for a copy). Happily, we travel back to Too Much, Texas, where we find Velvet Tudmore doing what she does best—teaching others about the history of Too Much and what a stalwart soul prized ancestor Flagadine Tudmore was. Miss Velvet is an inspiration to all, but she keeps her charms hidden, having never married or been in a romance. Imagine how her heart fluttered when a yellow rose was delivered from a secret admirer! I loved this tale which just reinforced the notion that you’re never too old to fall in love. Laura Levine’s “Nightmare on Elf Street” will have you donning your sleuthing cap and forgetting about Holiday wrapping when you meet up with a frazzled Jaine Austen. It’s not bad enough that money is low, debts are high, with no advertising jobs in sight—but spoiled feline, Prozac is being less than cooperative as the “Cover Cat” for Jaine’s Christmas cards. Neighbor, Lance comes to partial rescue with an interview appointment at the ritzy/trendy new mall in town, where she is offered a chance to write their advertising, but only if she agrees to don an unflattering elf outfit and work at “Santa Land” for the holiday season. She reluctantly agrees and quickly discovers she’s not sure which she despises more, her costume complete with horizontal striped tights, or sarcastic, drunken Santa/Scotty—but she may not be the only one. When she finally gives up trying to capture a cutesy shot of Prozac (cat food on a candy cane??),she trudges off to a professional pet photographer, not far from her workplace—only to have a “Feline fiasco” occur, and with the pandemonium, a crime is committed. Being fingered as a suspect, Jaine goes into sleuthing mode, with many surprises in store for her. If you have followed Jaine and Prozac’s adventures in the past, you’ll truly enjoy this one. With Cindy Myers’ “Room at the Inn”, we find Barbara and Jimmy leaving their cozy home in Houston, traveling to Eureka, Colorado, to spend Christmas with Barbara’s best friend, Maggie. However, Mother Nature has other plans as they get caught in a blizzard and the highway is closed. With assistance from the highway patrol. Barbara, Jimmy, truck driver Reuben and the Rodrieguez family take shelter in sparsely appointed fishing cabins owned by a crotchety soul named Mae. Little by little the group learns a lot about each other, volumes about themselves and more importantly, that “You can’t judge a book by its cover.” This is a tender tale of love, caring, sharing and the promise of a brighter tomorrow—an adaptation of a tale as old as time itself. Deck your bookshelf with this heart-tugging anthology. It will bring joy to your heart! Nancy Narma
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The 1st and ladt were good. The2nd boring The third ok
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Next res. Sorry.
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Chat w me im only on for a couple minutes