Dayna’s Miracles
By Lynn Spangler
Blurb:
Eddie Kringle is
captivated by his beautiful neighbor and her equally beautiful daughter. Born a
Magi, Eddie has issues coming to grips that Magi magic cannot cure the child,
though his father, Kris, is more than capable. He and Dayna lean on each other
as the days pass.
They grow closer
and a bond is formed.
A tragedy befalls them on Thanksgiving. Can their love, and the intense
love they feel for Khloe, be the miracle they are looking for?
Excerpt:
Grabbing his wallet and keys off the
countertop, he exited his domicile and bounded down the stairs. By the time he
reached the bottom, a sheen of sweat beaded his brow. His T-shirt clung to his
back. Breathing underwater would probably be easier than sucking in the damp
air.
The choice of cargo shorts and his
favorite flip-flops would make excellent attire for a visit to the North Pole.
Not. Like he’d wear cold weather clothes on a day hot enough to melt asphalt.
Eddie stepped into the side alley next to
the apartment complex. He turned his head, which became insubstantial, light as
air. His body followed, becoming a mist, blending with the moisture in the air,
invisible to the naked eye.
The trip to the pole took minutes. He
coalesced, twisting and spinning as his body whorled into his human form
seconds before he landed at his parents’ doorstep. The blood thundered through him,
his heart pounding as it did when he transformed. Snow covered his feet, slipping
between his soles and his flip-flops. Not feeling fond of the sensation, he
entered the home, closing the door with a solid thud. He slid the soggy
footwear off and wiped his feet on the mat. A sigh passed his lips when he stepped
onto the heated floor.
“Wow. Two visits in one month. What did we
do to deserve this?” said a sarcastic voice from behind Eddie.
He turned and glared at Barry the elf.
Eddie nearly had two solid feet on Barry so he crowded the elf and loomed over
him. To his credit, Barry stood toe-to-toe with him, staring directly into his eyes,
not giving an inch. To irritate the little person, he ruffled Barry’s curling
black hair, much like he’d do to a four-year-old. Barry slapped his hand away.
“Knock it off.”
“What are you gonna do? Kick me in the
shin?”
Eddie yelped when Barry did just that.
Unlike the stories one hears at Christmas, elves don’t wear slipper-like shoes
that curl at the end. They wear steel-toed work boots.
Eddie hopped on one leg while holding his
sore shin. “You little jerk. I was joking.”
Barry’s laughter reverberated around the
foyer. He spun on his heel, murmuring, “I wasn’t.”
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About the Author:
I live in South Central
Pennsylvania with my husband and daughter. My son serves his country in the US
Navy.
My parents instilled a love of
reading into my brother and me at an early age. I’ve been known to have my nose
buried in a novel.
When
not writing, I’m watching television. Most likely sports or shows like American
Pickers, Wheeler Dealers, Rizzoli and Isles, or Major Crimes.
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