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Shattered Identity-Chapter 1-3
Chapter 1 The clock on the microwave in Brent’s condo read 10:55 am. Amelia’s resolve was disappearing faster than foam at high tide. He’d promised to take her to Guaymas for breakfast. Amelia drummed her fingernails on her bare skin. If Brent wasn’t back in five more minutes, she was going to breakfast without him. The aromas from El Mar de Cortez, the condominium’s onsite restaurant, wafted through his open window, and her stomach protested in hunger. That did it. No more waiting! Amelia stormed back to her own condo to grab her wallet. If it hadn’t been for the merger of their tech companies and the fact she was…
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Peppermint’s Christmas Miracle-Chapter 4
Chapter 4 Delbert Well, hot dog! Peppermint was fixin’ to dance with Delbert after all. The next dance was dedicated to all the married couples who’d gathered. He knew the standard procedure at weddings, and he felt a little foolish for jumpin’ the gun in asking Peppermint a might too soon. The announcer kept calling out how long people had been married. The longer the couples were hitched, the longer they got to stay on the dance floor, until the guy at the mic said, “Anyone been married over fifty years?” The only couple left waltzing was that man Kris and his lady who looked like she’d found the fountain…
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Peppermint’s Christmas Miracle-chapter 3
Chapter 3 Peppermint Peppermint repeated his name quietly to herself. Delbert. She would love to roll it off her tongue out loud. Probably sounded as sweet as cotton candy. Santa motioned for them to step behind the church where he used a bit of magic and whisked them to the back of Miracle Inn. Peppermint straightened her forest green dress and tried to smooth her unruly hair. She’d tried to use a flat iron on it, but the humidity only sprung it back into a curly mess. Mom always told her to be grateful for what the good Lord blessed her with. Sure, she could say that since her hair…
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Peppermint’s Christmas Miracle-Chapter 3
Chapter 3 Peppermint Peppermint repeated his name quietly to herself. Delbert. She would love to roll it off her tongue out loud. Probably sounded as sweet as cotton candy. Santa motioned for them to step behind the church where he used a bit of magic and whisked them to the back of Miracle Inn. Peppermint straightened her red dress and tried to smooth her unruly hair. She’d tried to use a flat iron on it, but the humidity only sprung it back into a curly mess. Mom always told her to be grateful for what the good Lord blessed her with. Sure, she could say that since her hair was…