Christmas Mystery Novels Novels & Stories

One soft click. The picture came out tasteful but teasing, enough to make him grin. She smiled, selected Darren’s name, hit send. Then tossed her phone onto the bed and poured herself a glass of cheap red wine. Next week, she'd have her bags packed, ready to head to Maysville, the small town she'd grown up in for Christmas. Her holiday plan was just perfect! Her playlist hummed to life; jazzy, lazy Christmas tunes filling the air. For the first time all day, her shoulders relaxed. She even started humming along, thinking about what tomorrow morning would look like. Morning pancakes, bad movies, Darren’s laugh…

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. I’ll Be Home for Christmas (A Thorntons Christmas Novella) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2017 by Iris Morland Cover design by Resplendent Media All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for

I sat beside her, and she immediately stretched her legs back out, her feet landing in my lap. "What are you reading?" She held up the book without looking away from the page. "A mystery novel. A detective in Victorian London." I caught sight of the cover. A woman in a low-cut dress leaned against a man in a top hat, their faces inches apart in the fog. The Scarlet Letter Murders. I grabbed the book from her hands. "Hey!" She sat up, reaching for it. I flipped through a few pages. My eyes landed on a passage. His mouth found the hollow of her throat as his fingers worked the laces of her corset…

I reckoned it was another neighbor, bringing me some fucked-up Christmas gift as if there were actually any Christmas celebrations happening in my life. "Yes," I forcefully pulled the door open, sharp and demanding. To my surprise, it wasn't any neighbors of mine but a delivery man. "You have a package, madam," he informed, stretching out a big white box designed with a green and red ribbon. "From whom?" I furrowed one eyebrow, taking the box. "It's anonymous, ma'am." He handed over the signing book, and I penned down my name and signature immediately amidst confusion. "Have a nice day, Merry Christmas!" The delivery man, who was dressed in a Santa outfit, bid his farewell and walked back to

Just past the first turn, she realised there was no house, no village in front of her, only a long stretch of whiteness bordered by snow-powdered hedges without a telltale rise in smoke in the distance. She didn't dare look up again for a long while. Time lost all meaning as she walked onward, her cheeks stinging, then without feeling, as hints of eventide crept in behind the melancholy December sky. It was then that Betty murmured an almost forgotten prayer from her childhood……...a little something to her guardian Angel begging an entree to paradise. ………………………….. She awoke stretching contentedly. Staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling, it took her a few moments to determine where she was, but

he teased. “Says The Chad Stoneface.” She countered. “ Six whole days you're all brood and the last you've transformed into an absolutely different person.” “Well, it's Christmas and I got something great this year.” “Oh really boss, and what could that be?” He leaned in so close to her ear that she could smell his cologne. And then his lips tugged slightly as he whispered. “You. Santa gave me a Jasmine for Christmas.” Jasmine's heart raced, she could feel her heart doing an awkward somersault. She looked at Chad again making sure this was real and she hadn't misheard him. He had a mischievous smile on his face.

“Then summoned her!“ Sarah ordered “I can't! I don't know how to. I've tried different ways I could think of!“ She said to them “Damn!“ Sarah exclaimed and the door swing opened. They stared at the door to see the perpetrator, Christy wasn't expecting any visitor. Cassie stepped in with detective Decker behind her, and they all shifted uncomfortably at the sight of the detective. “Cassie!“ Sarah called. And again another strange character, Paul thought. “You look horrible, I've been calling your line and why is he here?“ Sarah asked, referring to Decker. “Don't worry he is not here to take us to jail! Brian is dying!“ She announced, oblivious of Kyle's presence. Tbc…

I went ahead to kiss her forehead and wished her a good night rest before getting back into my car. When I got home,I couldn't cook any meal cos I was so famished and can't bring myself to cooking dinner. I ordered for pizza and ate it with beer. I had a shower later then watched news for a while before going to bed. I couldn't sleep and was imagining what it was gonna be like to have Linda on my bed cuddling. With that,I stood up and took my coat ;the one I wore to work today, wrapped it after inhaling her scent, placed it beside me on the bed and cuddled it as if it were Linda. Before I knew it,I was already dozing off."Strange things love can do to a man"I thought sleeping.

Maybe I can read something to pass the time and occupy my mind for a bit. 0 I read through their titles and they definitely have a favorite genre. ‘The Hound of the Baskervilles’, ‘Murder on the Orient Express’, ‘The Woman in White’, ‘The Maltese Falcon’. I sense a mystery theme here and I wonder if it’s Stefan or his wife that’s the fan. I keep looking when I see a book that is quite out of place. ‘What To Expect: A Mother’s Guide To Her First Pup’ 0

I think I need to find him… but if I do, how can I find him when I don’t know what he looks like? Will he come to my rescue? Will he end these mysteries?