The Twenty-Third Day of Christmas
Gwen Gardner  

www.gwengardner.com
https://www.facebook.com/IndigoEady

When Harlow Grayson’s co-worker, Crystal Ball, turns up as a ghost right before Christmas, Harlow is on a mission to find a killer. Unfortunately, Crystal’s interfering ghost insists she find the Christmas spirit as well.

What genre is your Christmas book
For Santa’s Sake, Harlow! is a cozy paranormal holiday mystery.

Why is Christmas special to your main character?
Actually, it isn’t. Not at first. She has reasons for not liking Christmas, but I can’t say what it is now because I don’t want to give away any spoilers. But Crystal Ball—her real name—who is Harlow’s ghostly sidekick, is into Every. Single. Holiday. All of them. She insists on helping grumpy Harlow find her Christmas spirit and won’t take “no” for an answer. The two are polar (see what I did there? LOL) opposites, but grow closer over the course of the book. Harlow is the Scrooge to Crystal’s Spirit of Christmas Present—the one who carries the torch and sprinkles good cheer over everyone.

Why did you write a Christmas themed book?
I love Christmas! The tree, the pine smell of the real tree, the lights, the decorations, the special feel-good Christmas programs.

Share a holiday scene from your book with us.
“It’s a contest,” Mellie explained. “We’re decorating gingerbread cookies.” She pointed to an array of cookies in different shapes and sizes, from gingerbread men to stars and hearts. She showed Harlow how to apply icing, create the eyes and mouth, and draw spots on the gingerbread fawn. Then she wrote, Rudolf. “He’s my favorite reindeer. Who’s yours?”
“Oh, Rudolph, definitely. And yours is perfect, except…” she kneeled beside Mellie and handed her the red icing, “…one final touch, don’t you think?”
Mellie studied the cookie, then smacked her forehead. “Of course, his shiny red nose! Thank you, Miss Grayson.”
Crystal gestured at the decorated Rudolph cookie. “You’re learning, Harlow. I could see you were itching to correct the spelling and I’m glad you didn’t. In a child’s eyes, it can be perfect without being perfect.”
For once, Harlow agreed with Crystal. She did itch to correct the spelling of Rudolph. And it was perfect.
When Mellie won the first-place blue ribbon, Inspector Hawkins beamed from ear to ear, as if she’d won the Nobel Peace Prize.
Mellie threw her arms around Harlow’s midsection. “Thank you for your help, Miss Grayson. I wouldn’t have won without your reminder.”
“Not at all, Mellie. It was your exceptional fawn spots on Rudolph that clinched the win.”
As they prepared to depart, the inspector stooped to kiss his daughter’s forehead. “Well, sweetie, I must get back to work and Miss Grayson has to return to her office as well.”
“Wait!” Mellie ran back to the table and retrieved her blue ribbon. She crooked her finger so that Harlow had to bend down. When she did, Mellie pinned her first-place ribbon to Harlow’s chest. “I want you to have it, Miss Grayson.”
Harlow shook her head. “Oh, sweetie, I couldn’t…”
The teacher clapped her hands to gain the children’s attention and instructed them to tidy up.
Mellie waved, flipped her pigtails over her shoulder, and skipped away, calling, “Merry Christmas!”
Harlow shook her head as she eyed her new blue ribbon, then turned to the inspector. “Your daughter is a great kid.”
Crystal beamed at her. “Why, I do believe you like that girl.”
“Oh, shut up,” Harlow mumbled, trying hard to suppress the upturned corners of her lips.

Is your book part of a series, if so, tell us about the series.
Yes, the name of the series is Ask Crystal Ball. The whole series is holiday themed. Cupid’s Corset, Harlow! will be next as a Valentine’s Day mystery, then For the Love of Lifeguards, Harlow! is the summer beach read, followed by Holy Halloween, Harlow! which will be the last. But I’m thinking I’ll do some short stories as well.
All the titles reflect things that Crystal says to Harlow, usually in exasperation. Keep in mind that Crystal loves every single holiday. So every holiday, she makes up these idioms that she uses, and they tend to wear off on others. Even Harlow finds herself saying, Oh, for Santa’s sake on a regular basis, much to her annoyance.

Do you have a special Christmas memory to share?
Oh gosh, there are so many. One that comes to mind is when the local pond froze over and we went ice skating ($2 ice skates from the local thrift store—it was a long time ago), then walked over to the local Chinese restaurant for dinner.
Another time, my hubs got up on the roof and shook a string of jingle bells and our daughter was convinced Santa was on the roof.

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The Fifteenth Day of Christmas
Ellen Jacobson

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When Mollie McGhie attends a Christmas party aboard the Mistletoe, she was planning on sipping eggnog, decorating a nautically themed tree, and opening presents. But when someone is killed on board the boat and Santa Claus is arrested, Mollie is thrust into the middle of a murder investigation. Can Mollie discover whodunit before someone else ends up dead?

What genre is your Christmas book
 Contemporary cozy mystery

Why is Christmas special to your main character?
Mollie McGhie is excited about Christmas because even murderers take a break during the holidays. At least that’s what she hopes. Turns out not everyone is as excited to sing Christmas carols, decorate the tree, and dress their cat up in an elf costume as she is. Murder still happens in her small town of Coconut Cove, Florida, even during the festive period.

Why did you write a Christmas themed book?
Who doesn’t love a Christmas-themed book to snuggle up with during the holiday season? They’re so much fun to write, especially when sipping on some eggnog and munching on a candy cane or two.

Share a holiday scene from your book with us.
When Scooter and I walked through the gate which led to the dock where the Mistletoe was berthed, I marveled again at her Christmas decorations. The two powerboats which had been sharing the dock with her had departed, and I suspect Sarah and Lawrence were glad that their boat was the sole center of attention.
The catamaran had been transformed into a magical winter wonderland. A sleigh and reindeer were attached to the rigging and mast, giving the appearance that Santa was flying through the night sky. Garlands made of seashells and pine cones were tied to the railings. But what really drew my eye was the carved mermaid wearing a Santa hat which was fastened at the front of the boat.
Scooter shielded his eyes against the glare of the Christmas lights. “I wonder what their electric bill is like.”
“They can afford it,” I said as I stepped aboard. “Lawrence made a small fortune in the frozen food business. There’s a reason why they call him the tater tot king.”
When we walked into the main cabin, I looked around for Mrs. Moto. But with all the people crowded inside, there was barely room to breathe, let alone spot our wayward feline.
“What happened to his tail?” I heard a woman ask.
“You mean her tail. It’s supposed to be like that,” a man explained. “Mrs. Moto is a Japanese bobtail. I can’t believe you haven’t seen her before. She’s Palm Tree Marina’s most famous resident.”
Scooter and I smiled at each other. When we had adopted Mrs. Moto, we had no idea that she’d become a local celebrity. Even more surprising was the global fame she had attained via her online presence.
“Excuse me. Coming through,” Scooter said as we made our way to the galley. “Ah, there’s our little princess.”
Mrs. Moto was lying on a counter, basking in the crowd’s adoration. When she turned to gaze at us, I nudged my husband. “She looks a little too innocent, don’t you think?”
“Check the tree for damage,” he said to me in an undertone.
I turned and inspected the small tree sitting on the dinette table. Other than some pine needles scattered around the base of the tree, nothing looked amiss. I smiled at the tater tot ornament—a nod to Lawrence’s former business.
One of the ladies from my sailing class spotted me. She pointed at one of the ornaments. “Sarah made this out of old sails. Pretty clever, don’t you think?”
As she showed me the other ornaments Sarah had made out of repurposed materials, I felt increasingly inadequate about my crafting ability. Who would have thought that you could make a garland out of old nuts and bolts? Goodness knows we have plenty of those lying around our boat.
When my eyes drifted to the top of the tree, I gasped. It was completely bare. Hadn’t Sarah mentioned something about the angel topper being a family heirloom?
I made my way over to Mrs. Moto. Leaning down, I scratched under her chin while whispering in her ear, “What did you do with the angel?”
Her only response was to purr loudly. Then she rolled over on her back, and the crowd cooed about how adorable she was.
“Isn’t she an angel?” someone asked me.
“Or a little devil,” I muttered under my breath.

Is your book part of a series, if so, tell us about the series.
Yes, Murder Aboard the Mistletoe is part of the Mollie McGhie Cozy Sailing Mystery series.
After Mollie’s husband, Scooter, presents her with a dilapidated sailboat for their wedding anniversary, she quickly learns more about boats, sailing, and murder than she would like. It’s set at a marina in a small town on the Florida coast, where a surprising amount of people end up dead.

Do you have a special Christmas memory to share?
I loved putting out cookies and a glass of milk for Santa Claus when I was a kid. His favorite cookie is chocolate chip, by the way. I may have snuck out of my room on Christmas evening one year to taste test Santa’s cookie. Fortunately, he didn’t put me on his naughty list.

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The Twenty-First Day of Christmas continues
Karen Sue Walker

https://Karensuewalker.com
https://www.facebook.com/bridalshopmysteries/

Three delightful cozy holiday stories to get you in the spirit.
April May has opened her tearoom in the charming seaside town of Serenity Cove, California. As the holidays approach, there are mysteries to solve, from a missing tree topper to murder!

What genre is your Christmas book
Cozy mystery

Why is Christmas special to your main character?
It’s her first Christmas holiday since her mother passed away. Her friends and a few spirits join forces to remind her of the meaning of Christmas.

Why did you write a Christmas themed book?
I love Christmas, from the decorations, baking and cooking, but especially the kindness and generosity in people’s hearts. I wish the Christmas spirit could last all year long.

Share a holiday scene from your book with us.
 “Let’s decorate some cookies.” I put the angel back in her box and set her aside. I’d decide what to do with her later.
I’d filled three piping bags with red, green, and white icing, which I set on the island, along with sprinkles, colored sugar, and edible white pearls. Setting a paper plate with a cookie in front of Jennifer and another in front of Irma, I sat down and got to work on my own.
Jennifer had found a photo on her phone that she did her best to painstakingly recreate. I became distracted watching Irma, whose gingerbread man appeared to be sporting a speedo. She added a bow tie to his neck.
“It’s a Chippendale’s gingerbread dancer,” Irma explained.
I bit my lower lip to keep from laughing and studied Jennifer’s creation.
“Your gingerbread man is really cute,” I said.
“It’s a gingerbread person,” she said. “They’re gender neutral.”
Irma leaned over the island to get a closer look, then pointed at the cookie person’s crotch. “Oh, yeah? Then what’s that?”
Jennifer scowled back at Irma. “That’s a button!”
No longer able to hold back my laughter, I turned away to keep from spitting on any of the cookies.

Is your book part of a series, if so, tell us about the series.
Tea is for Tinsel is a standalone book in the Haunted Tearoom cozy mystery series featuring April May, who opens a tearoom in a small town and finds new friends and purpose along with murders to solve.

Do you have a special Christmas memory to share?
I love Christmas stockings, and even though as a single mom, I had little money for presents, I always filled my daughter’s stocking with little trinkets and candy. When she was fifteen years old, she got a job over the holidays. She spent nearly every dollar she earned stuffing my stocking full of gifts.
Going overboard with stockings has become a huge tradition now that she has her own daughter. She even made what she calls “stocking bags” because the stockings didn’t hold enough! It’s so much fun to see what comes out of everyone’s bags on Christmas morning.

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The Twenty-first Day of Christmas
Carmen Radtke

https://www.amazon.com/author/carmenradtke
https://www.CarmenRadtke.com

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A cryptic, 90-year-old message hidden in a tree ornament sends Fiona on a quest through the snowy streets of London.
She finds out soon enough that some mysteries ripple through time, and that she might have inherited more than just a prophecy from her sleuthing ancestors, Jack and Frances.

What genre is your Christmas book
It’s a cozy murderless mystery, with one timeline in the present and one in 1931.

Why is Christmas special to your main character?
Fiona is decorating the tree for her granny, and she looks forward to spending the holidays together. They have their own cherished traditions!

Why did you write a Christmas themed book?
There’s something magical to Christmas. It’s filled with love and caring about others, and I’m hopelessly in love with Christmas books and movies.

Share a holiday scene from your book with us.
It felt strange to be climbing into the attic space where her grandmother kept her boxes with baubles, tinsel, and fairy lights, that used to enchant Fiona as a child. Back then, twenty years ago, she’d counted the days on the kitchen calendar until her mum would take her to Gran’s.
The procedure was always the same. They’d enter a silent living room where only rows and rows of fairy lights on the mantel would twinkle, until in one magical moment, the lights on the tree would burst into blazing life, and the record player would play “Winter Wonderland”. Fiona would burst into a face-splitting smile, which would grow bigger and bigger when she was allowed to climb onto a chair and put the topper on the Christmas tree.
This year though she’d be the one doing all the work, with Gran resting on her sofa with a sprained ankle. It could have been much worse, Fiona thought, considering the nasty tumble Gran had taken when she slipped on a lettuce leaf, of all things.

Is your book part of a series, if so, tell us about the series.
I started my love of mysteries with Golden Age classics, and I’m still a fan of those books and fascinated by that era. That’s where the Jack and Frances mysteries started. She’s a telephone operator, and he’s a nightclub owner and war veteran, taking care of his men more than a decade later. They meet on their first murder investigation, one that puts Frances in danger and that she can’t go to the police with. In every case they solve, the police are not an option! Their partner-in-crime is Frances’s godfather Sal, a retired Vaudeville artist with many talents. Unlike most sleuths in this genre, mine aren’t aristocrats, instead relying on stage flair and common sense.

Do you have a special Christmas memory to share?
I love white Christmas. One year, when I was a child, the first snowflakes fell as soon the church bells rang out on Christmas Eve, and I remember standing in the snow and gazing at the stars, completely happy in the moment.

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The Twentieth Day of Christmas continues
K.E. O’Connor

www.keoconnor.com
https://dl.bookfunnel.com/rxtbdntz7o

Experience a most Merry Witchmas in this enchanting collection of snowy, festive wonderlands, full of witches, clever familiars, and magic.
Enjoy three small-town murder mysteries in a single collection, featuring a wise-talking hellhound, a sassy cat, and a curious spider as your sleuths. How’s that for a Christmas miracle?

What genre is your Christmas book
Cozy paranormal mystery.

Why is Christmas special to your main character?
Christmas is a magical time for the familiars. I’ve yet to met an animal who doesn’t get excited with all the festive food!!

Why did you write a Christmas themed book?
I wanted the familiars to take center stage in solving mysteries at a wonderful time of year, full of kindness, goodwill, and murder.

Share a holiday scene from your book with us.

 “Hilda! There you are. I’ve been looking all over for you.” Nugget, the black cat familiar I lived with, bounded across the hard-packed snow. Sweeping over his head was the other familiar I shared a home with. Russell the crow. He cawed out a greeting and circled around us.
“Is something the matter?” I hurried over to meet them, leaving Monty pouncing on the snow.
“We have a problem,” Nugget said. “A massive one.”
“Is the house still unimpressed with the decorations? If it’s thrown the tree into the snow again, I won’t be happy.” I lived in a huge old house Indigo inherited from her stepmother. It was a glorious, haunted place. But those old ghosts had stubborn streaks. They’d disapproved of the traditional gold and green decorations we’d put up, and had rudely thrown the tree out the front door in the middle of the night.“It’s not the house. It likes the new color scheme.”
“I hope Indigo and Olympus aren’t arguing over Christmas gifts again. That’s all we heard last night over dinner. It put me off my flies.”
“They’re not arguing. Well, there’s some bickering about how many gifts to get each other, or whether to save the money and use it to go away somewhere.”
“That’s not a bad idea,” I said. “It’s been a while since we’ve had a break from Witch Haven.”
Russell cawed out his agreement as he landed in the snow and fluttered his inky black wings into place.
“Hey, you two.” Monty bounded over and attempted to lick their heads.
Nugget hissed at him and slashed out a paw. “Keep your drool away from me.”
Russell didn’t mind getting licked, and he affectionately pecked Monty’s side as they greeted each other and bounced around in the snow.
“If it’s not the house misbehaving, and Olympus and Indigo are okay, what’s the issue?” I looked back at the tree. I needed to get it finished.
“The reindeer have vanished,” Nugget said.
I turned back. “Vanished as in, gone for a walk, or gone missing?”
“All their stalls are empty. And they’ve been empty for ages. It’s a nightmare.”
As much as I adored Nugget, he had a tiny tendency to overreact. He was the kind of cat whose bowl was bone dry and had never seen a drop of water.
“They could have gone out to have fun before the big day. You know what those reindeer are like. I expect they’ve gotten their noses stuck in troughs of ale, and we’ll find them staggering around a field singing rude versions of Christmas carols. That happened a few years ago. Santa almost had a heart attack when he discovered his drunken reindeer. Christmas was almost canceled.”
Nugget made a noise of disgust in the back of his throat as if he was about to hack up a hairball. “All the stall doors are open, and they didn’t leave a note. They’ve bolted.”
“Hilda, I need advice on where to hang the next length of webbing,” Pierre called from the top of the tree. “Could you come up and sort things? And there’s a disagreement over the candleholders.”
Nugget yanked on one of my legs. “The reindeer! This is important. We must find them.”
My legs twitched, and I turned in a rapid circle. “I need to help finish the tree. You know the spider shifters love to fight. I’m here to keep the peace.”
“They don’t need you. You must help me find the missing reindeer.”
“The tree magic needs to be balanced so everyone can be filled with light and love when the ceremony begins. We don’t want anyone to feel let down.” Our webbing acted as a conduit to ensure everyone’s wishes were heard. Mess that up and trouble followed.
Nugget’s tail swished through the snow. “I can’t do this alone, and Russell won’t focus on anything for more than a few seconds. He’s such a birdbrain.”
Russell jabbed at Nugget with his shiny black beak.
“Why the urgency? I’ll help you look later if they haven’t returned. I’m sure they’ve not gone far, though. Where have you looked?”
“All over Witch Haven. Someone has scooped them up and taken them.”
“Father Christmas,” Monty said. “He’ll need them soon. Have you checked with the big guy?”
“He doesn’t get them until Christmas Eve. And he knows better than to take them any earlier than that. We have an agreement.” Nugget’s tail swishing grew intense. “It’ll be dark soon, and the reindeer are slippery. It’ll be harder to find them once the light has gone.”
“They’ll come back. They know the tree lighting ceremony is tonight, and they love Christmas. They won’t want to miss it.”
“And they enjoy pulling the charity sleigh,” Monty said. “They look so proud when they get their harnesses on and strut around the village, collecting donations.”
“I’m not so sure they do,” Nugget said. “There were grumbles last year over pay.”
“Pay! But it’s for charity,” Monty said. “That can’t be right.”
“Reindeers are ruthlessly corporate. They do nothing out of the goodness of their hearts,” I said.
Russell stamped his feet on the snow and shook out his feathers.
Nugget leaned in close. “From the rumors I’ve heard, the reindeer demanded a twenty percent pay rise, or they wouldn’t be pulling the sleigh again.”
“Did they get it?” I said.
“Hilda! What do you want done with this webbing?” Pierre held out a globule of misshapen, shiny webbing.
I waggled a limb at him. “I’ll be up in a minute.”
“Of course they didn’t get the raise. It was an extortion attempt,” Nugget said. “This is their revenge. They’re showing they have all the power. Sure, they turned up and played nice, made certain everyone knew how valuable they were, then they scarpered.”
Pierre kept calling to me, and Nugget kept snapping about the greedy reindeer. I danced one way, then the other.
We only had a few hours until the village square would be heaving with excited magic users. “I can’t help you look for the reindeer. Not right now.”
Nugget huffed out a breath. “Then it’ll be your fault.”
I paused, one limb on the base of the tree. “What’ll be my fault?”
“When we end up in harnesses.”
“Harnesses?” Monty tilted his head. “Why?”
“When Indigo heard the reindeer had gone missing, she suggested all of us pull the charity sleigh instead. You really want to be shackled like a dumb reindeer and drenched in tinsel on Christmas Day?”

Is your book part of a series, if so, tell us about the series.
This is a fun, festive standalone, but you’ll see these familiars in my series: Crypt Witch, Magical Misfits Mysteries, and Witch Haven.

Do you have a special Christmas memory to share?
I don’t live close to family but visit at Christmas. I love the drive to my former home, playing Christmas songs, and singing along. I often have Driving Home for Christmas by Chris Rea on repeat. It gives me the festive feels.

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The Twentieth Day of Christmas
D.S. Lang

Email: dslang@dslangbooks.com
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https://dslangbooks.com/books/the-murdered-matron/

Travel back to small-town America during the Roaring Twenties and join Doro Banyon, college librarian and amateur sleuth, as she sets her sights on solving another murder and saving her hometown’s Christmas celebration.

What genre is your Christmas book?It is a historical cozy mystery set in small-town America during the Roaring Twenties.

Why is Christmas special to your main character?
Doro looks forward to her hometown’s annual Christmas celebration because it was a staple of her childhood. Her parents have moved away, due to her mother’s battle with consumption, but the festivities bring back wonderful memories for Doro.

Why did you write a Christmas themed book?
I like to imagine what Christmas was like in small-town America during days gone by. It brings feelings of warmth, simplicity, and connection for me, and I hope to create those same feelings for my readers.

Share a holiday scene from your book with us.
Doro is on the Christmas party planning committee, which is a challenge due to the chairwoman’s dictatorial manner.Doro suggests some “modern” touches: electric lights, a phonograph, and mistletoe in every doorway. (The last isn’t modern, but the chairwoman believes such décor is “unseemly!”) In the end, Doro’s suggestions are implemented, something that is discuss in the last scene.

Ev offered his arm to Doro. “Let’s not waste the music.”
“We have a phonograph for the first time,” she replied, stating the obvious.
“Wasn’t that one of your suggestions?” he asked.
She nodded. “It was one of three. Electric lights on the tree were another.” Doro’s gaze moved to the tall tree at the far end of the auditorium. “I love their sparkle.”
“Pretty,” Ev murmured as he glanced from the towering Fraser fir to Doro. “Very pretty. Let’s dance?”
“Yes, let’s.”
Ev’s answer was to lead her on to the dance floor. When he took her into his arms, she rested one hand in his and the other on his shoulder. Despite layers of fabric, and a suitable distance between them, Doro felt his warmth, and inhaled the subtle scent of sandalwood. Over his shoulder, she gazed at the sparkling lights on the tree before scanning the other decorations. Evergreen boughs, red bows, and baskets of pine cones added festive touches. So did mistletoe, her third idea, in every archway. The sprigs, sporting red ribbon, looked lovely. And inviting. Heat spread into her cheeks just as Ev gazed down at her.
“Getting too hot?” he asked in a soft murmur. “Some of us set up benches outside.”
Doro’s attention went to the wall of windows at the far end of the room. Lanterns and seating dotted the space, as did a lattice archway festooned with evergreen boughs and an enormous bunch of mistletoe. To get to the benches, couples would pass under the kissing bough. Was Ev suggesting they get more fresh air? “I see,” she murmured.
“We could take a break.”
Doro did not say they had only danced a few moments. Instead, she agreed. “That sounds lovely.”
A grin lit his handsome face, and as he swirled her closer to the exit, Doro could not keep from beaming in return

Is your book part of a series, if so, tell us about the series.
The Murdered Matron is the second book in my Doro Banyon Historical Mystery series.
The series is set in small-town Ohio during the Roaring Twenties. Doro is a thoroughly modern young woman who is a college librarian and amateur sleuth. She is also an avid mystery reader, who teaches a course on the mystery novel. In solving cases, she works with a team of characters: her best friend; the town constable; and the college security officer. History and mystery mesh with a cup of coziness and dash of daring.
Both the town and college in the book are products of the author’s imagination. However, at one time, there actually was a Mitchaw, Ohio (sometimes called Mitchaw Corners). It was the birthplace some of D.S. Lang’s relatives, including her dad. At its height, Mitchaw was an unincorporated village surrounded by farms. Like many other small, rural communities, it has disappeared as a separate entity. Now, it is part of Sylvania Township, and subdivisions have replaced most farms.
The town never had a college, nor was it as large and bustling as the Michaw in the Doro books. That is a big reason the “t” was dropped to change the spelling. Other aspects of the books are true to the time period.
Sylvania, which figures into the books, is a very real city. It is the author’s hometown and where she still lives. Since the 1920s, when the series is set, it has gone from a small village of around 2000 to a small city of 19,000. The township’s population is approximately 50,000.

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The Eighteenth Day of Christmas continues
Rune Stroud

https://runestroud.com/
https://www.facebook.com/RuneStroud/

Spend this international llama day solving crime!
Each of these sleuths find themselves in an unexpected predicament.
Will their efforts be spit on, or can they sound the a-llama on the culprit?

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CNM4FKWJ/
_{This is the 13 th book in the series of anthologies, and the most current book. The anthologies don’t have
to be read in any particular order, though, and there are other holiday themed books in it.}

What genre is your Christmas book 
Cozy Mystery & Paranormal Cozy Mystery

 Why is Christmas special to your main character?
The main character in my short story, Llamas and Lavish Gifts, is interim sheriff in his small town, and a witch in a family of witches. They’ve got a porch pirate on the loose, and he’s got to catch the thief before Christmas for the entire town is ruined. 

 Why did you write a Christmas themed book? 
Christmas time is one of my favorite times of year. The themes in the series this short story is attached to are family and love, so the series is perfect for the holiday season since that’s really what it’s all about to me.

 Share a holiday scene from your book with us. 
The family members who live in town are gathering around a meal together at Gran’s home, and they’ve invited the new elderly neighbor who lives alone to join them for the meal. Unfortunately, the meal is interrupted by the package thief.

 Is your book part of a series, if so, tell us about the series. 
My short story in the anthology, like my stories in each of the others, is tied to my Mystic Mountain Wildlife Rescue Cozy Mysteries. Set in a small, picturesque town in the North Carolina mountains, the series follows Autumn, a beast witch with the gift of speaking to animals. She started a wildlife rescue and gathers a motley crew of rescued animals, each with personalities of their own. Aided by her familiar, a raven who’s much too intelligent and mischievous for his own good, she solves mysteries and rescues troubled wildlife in need of help.

 Do you have a special Christmas memory to share?
When my children were young, I would take them to one of the angel trees in town, and each would choose a child to purchase gifts for at Christmas. The memory warms my heart, because I was able to teach my very fortunate children about the less fortunate in our own community, and help them learn to give freely and from their hearts without receiving credit for their good deeds.

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The Cozy Mystery Tribe
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This is the 13th installment of the A Cozy Mystery Tribe Anthology series!

Spend this international llama day solving crime! Each of these sleuths find themselves in an unexpected predicament. Will their efforts be spit on, or can they sound the a-llama on the culprit?

What genre is your Christmas book?
Cozy Mystery – there are a mix of paranormal and non-paranormal stories.
Sabetha Danes, anthology publisher

Why did you write a Christmas themed book?
International Llama Day is December 9th. Llama’s are just quirky enough to fit right in the Christmas chaos that happens in many holiday themed cozy mysteries. These stories do not disappoint when they smash llamas and Christmas into hilarious mysteries.
Answered by: Sabetha Danes, anthology publisher

Victoria LK Williams
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