Kim's Musings

First except from the anthology: ONE TOUCH BEYOND An Excerpt From: BELIEVING IN DREAMS Copyright © CHRIS GROVER, 2008 All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc. Since Mom's death, I've felt a desperate urge to know more about her and the people who gave her life. This year will be my first Christmas without her and I've been holding on to the thought that by spending the holiday here in St-Stephan, the loss won't seem quite so bad. Whether it will or not remains to be seen. The real reason I'm here is because I want to find my roots. On my birth certificate, there's a line drawn through the box where the father's name should be and it's always made me feel like I appeared out of nowhere, like my mother bought me in a store. I never told Mom how I felt because after the one time I asked who my father was, just the way her expression changed from happy to sad told me the circumstances of my birth was a subject she didn't want to discuss. I...

Sixth sample chapter from Enchanted Holidays - Valentine's Day - HAUNTED HEARTS by Kim Cox Chapter One "How do you like it?" Lucy Ann Malloy, standing at the top of the stairs, turned to the right, then to the left as she modeled the blue and green pastel dress. "I found it in the attic with some of my old things." She lingered in the doorway on the main floor. "Well?" Lana Malloy glanced up from editing the ad for her new PI business. "Nice," she said and returned to her work. Lucy moved to Lana's side and gazed over her shoulder. "What are you working on?" "The ad for the newspaper and magazines. I've got to figure out how to attract some business, or I'll never make it through the first month." A chill filled the air surrounding Lana and she shivered, pulling her sweater tightly around her. "I have an idea and it's actually a pretty good one. I know who your first client can be." Without even g...

Fifth sample chapter from Enchanted Holidays - Valentine's Day - VALENTINE'S INN by Chris Grover Chapter One To Rianna Gordon's annoyance, the rain that started earlier in the morning had now turned to sleet. Pulling up the hood of her winter jacket, she shoved the copy of the developer's offer into the back pocket of her jeans and limped around the perimeter of the lakefront property, trying her desperate best to imagine what it would look like a year from now. After the inn her great-great-grandfather had built on the shores of Lake Ontario over a hundred years ago had been replaced with the condos and other facilities she'd seen on the developer's plans. Provided, of course, she went along with those plans and agreed to sell Wilton Homes the property. She sighed sadly, her gaze lingering on the familiar, large, gray fieldstone building with its high slanted roof of cedar shingles, the old-fashioned six-pane windows and solid wood doors. The summer she graduat...