Writing
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Matched in Miracle-Book 6
Mischief and Masquerade Katherine Eleanor Wellington jammed her finger on the end call button and threw it onto the bed. “Wow. Harsh.” Emily Hayes, her best friend, sat on the floor with her leg drawn up to her chest, painting her toenails chartreuse green. Kate slumped into the chair at her desk. “You’ll never guess who they suggested this time.” Emily chuckled and wiped a bit of the polish from the edge of her big toe. “Sir Edmund Lancelot of Avalon?” “Just as well be.” This was the third loser her parents had tried to hook her up with. Good grief! Why couldn’t they let her find a guy on…
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The Dragon’s Realm
Chapter 1 Anthony Know what sucks worse than dying? Dying twice. Both times, totally not my fault. I blame the first time on that ginormous winged thing Arietta called a netherbeast, but the second time from a unicorn? Seriously, I thought they were supposed to be all rainbows and prancing, not murdering monsters. So, one minute I’m just standing there, trying to get the demon out of my head. Getting ready to meet my demise, I could almost hear Mom in my head. “Anthony, if you ever see a brilliant light, head toward it. God will be there waiting for you.” I don’t know if she was kidding or forewarning…
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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…