Beware of aliens bearing gifts!
Christmas is coming and so is All I Got For Christmas. Inside you'll get the evocative and haunting, "Riding for Christmas," and the offbeat and heartwarming, "Up on the Housetop."
Riding For Christmas:
A mesmerizing tale of interstellar time travel and romance!
Jane MacKenzie, visiting her grandfather's abandoned ranch, discovers something in the snow. When she opens the ribbon-wrapped box, it mysteriously returns Sam Harrington, who "disappeared" in an 1885 blizzard.
There's nothing alien in this enduring tale of holiday homecomings and the hope of love that lasts a lifetime.
Up on the House Top:
Will her Christmas be ho, ho, ho? Or oh no, no, no?
Gini knew Christmas in Wyoming would be challenging as she headed over the frozen crick and through the woods to the family cabin. The lights are going out in her mom's attic, the guy who broke her heart is on the porch...and there are aliens on the roof.
According to her mom, it's going to be the best Christmas ever.
Do something for you (0r someone you love) and make "All I Got for Christmas" what you GET for Christmas!
Gini pushed open the driver’s door and stepped out into blowing snow and a chill that cut through her Texas coat like it was a puff of smoke. At least it wasn’t as cold as it could be, since it was snowing, but her blood had thinned in warmer climes, so it felt cold enough—as she told the lady at the rental desk earlier when asked about it. And the lady who had sold them bottles of soda and water. And every person they met heading out of the airport. Cue so many eye rolls from Daphne she looked like a zombie.
She pulled open Isaac’s car door in time to see him tuck a notebook and his electronic tablet into his backpack. His gaze was a bit too bland as it met hers. She knew that look, or remembered it, but what could he be plotting up here in the snowy middle of not much?
“I’ll get your suitcase out,” she said and waded through calf deep snow to the rear of the SUV. Up on the spacious porch, the front door opened, spilling a hopeful shaft of light onto the white drift piled up there. The figure in the square of light wasn’t her mother, who had gotten steadily smaller with each passing year and rolled in a wheelchair these days. Did she see the broad shoulders of a guy—
“Gini?” The voice was man-deep and twanged a chord of memory she’d thought she buried too deep to twang.
It couldn’t be the boy next door, her best friend besides Van, her first love who’d left without looking back—
He strode forward, the porch light briefly falling around him like a spotlight.
Dexter James Tolliver. In the flesh.
Her head tipped to one side. In the much-better-than she remembered flesh. And wearing the uniform of the local sheriff. Her thoughts did a kind of spin, but considering she had a Thing—a Thing that was kind of a marriage proposal that she wasn’t thinking about—pending at home, the hallelujah chorus seemed inappropriate.