Here is an excerpt from Christmas from Hell, which will be released on 12/22/2015 at iBooks as a thank you for their kindness and consideration allowing me to release all the Honeymoon from Hells months early to Amazon. It was a simple request so I honored it considering that it cut down everyone’s way by a considerable amount of time. The book will be released as expected on 12/29/2015 Here’s an excerpt to show you what to expect. From what I’m told, this book is more old school NFH. I’ll let you be the judge of that 🙂 An Excerpt from Christmas from Hell: He should have put the book back down, should have pretended that he hadn’t seen it, →
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Chronicle will be put off for one week so that I can finish Christmas from Hell. Please do not beat me! I am doing my best to get this done.
I promise to make it worth the wait!
“This is bullshit,” Chris said, sighing heavily as he sat there, not bothering to open his eyes and uncaring if anyone agreed with him.
Since they all agreed with him, they simply sat there as well, starring out the tinted windows of the luxury van while Christofer drove them towards what was guaranteed to be a week from hell, but they really didn’t have much of a choice, now did they?
Yup, she was definitely a chicken, she decided as she double-checked the comforter, making sure that it was it was secure as she did her best to stay perfectly still, praying that if Darrin came into her room that he’d just dismiss the large mound in the middle of her bed and continue his search elsewhere.
Then again, she thought with an annoyed sigh as she shifted beneath the comforter, turning onto her side so that she could peek out beneath the comforter and glower at the alarm clock. Shouldn’t he be here by now with an awkward apology that she could pretend to sleep through so that tomorrow they could act like this never happened.
It was a wonderful plan, one that she fully planned on embracing once the big jerk came over here and gave her a half-mumbled apology with an added, “I was drunk,” when they both know that he’d been completely sober. The whole point of the apology was a way for them to awkwardly get through this without destroying their friendship. It wasn’t something that she was looking forward to, but for the sake of their friendship, she was fully planning on pretending to be asleep when he came in to apologize, make awkward small talk and then walk away so that they could move on and pretend that this never happened.
“Please don’t hurt me!”
“Would you fucking run already?” Darrin snapped, in absolutely no fucking mood to deal with this.
Not after what just happened.
“Sir, that will be…Sir?” came the unsure response after a few seconds, which was promptly followed by a, “Oh, God! This is the wrong house! Please, don’t hurt me! It was a mistake!”
Marybeth had absolutely no idea what the delivery guy said or did after that to save his ass, because she had other things to worry about, like saving her own. Her cheeks burned even as her body felt numb, which she absently thought was odd, but at the moment she didn’t feel like sitting down with a cup of tea and contemplating those thoughts.
No, right now she was too busy shoving her legs into what she was assuming was her pants, but soon realized were Darrin’s shirt before saying the hell with it, throwing it on and thanking God the bastard was tall enough that his shirt fell past her knees. For about twenty seconds she stood there, wasting precious time, trying to figure out what just happened while her legs trembled and she licked her lips.
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