New release sample: SHRUNK: THE EXILE OF MAURICE

 

Note: SHRUNK was previously released as DIVINE'S EMPORIUM. This new version has been updated to include people and events in Neighborlee who were written about and "discovered" after the publication of DIVINE'S. Plus you can now get a print copy, when before it was only available in ebook.

Just so you know!

Only an hour into the office Christmas party Friday night, Jo suspected someone had spiked the spicy lime punch. Everywhere she looked, a clump of mistletoe hung directly over her head. Either it hung from every light and in every doorway in this party center, or the silly bit of useless decoration was following her.

"Something wrong?" Ken came up behind her and held out a tall glass of amber liquid.

She opened her mouth to refuse, then saw the drink had bubbles in it. He was definitely her knight in shining armor. Tonight proved it. His eyes had gleamed when he'd seen her dark blue velvet dress. His attention made her feel special. This newest move, bringing her plain ginger ale, only proved he was the Mr. Wonderful she had dreamed of all her life.

"You okay?" Ken asked.

She pointed at the mistletoe hanging above their heads. Jo could have sworn it was four feet to the right the last time she looked. Then she forgot that problem when Ken went bright red.

"I wasn't suggesting -- not unless you want to. But I swear that thing is moving. It's in a different place, every time I see it."

"Thank you." He slumped for a moment. "I thought I was just imagining it." He gestured at her glass, which she sipped with grateful relief. "That's why I decided to go for something a little less likely to be polluted. Just in case."

"My hero." She laughed when he colored up again. From the corner of her eye, she saw Mr. Myerhausen beckoning to Ken. "It looks like the visitors from the Pittsburgh office want to talk to you." She decided to be flattered when he groaned.

He apologized and promised to hurry back before he walked away. Yes, Ken was definitely Mr. Wonderful. So nice. So strong and considerate. How could that idiot Brittney have let him go, much less tossed him over in favor of Allistair?

As if on cue, Allistair appeared at the edge of her vision, slithering toward her through the crowd of chatting, nibbling, drinking employees. That was her cue to flee.