A Different Kind of Christmas Story. Well, kind of anyway

Here’s a Christmas story with a twist for you. (Well, there’s a Christmas tree at least) Check out Book Three of the Whispering Woods series by Brinda Berry.  Catch it while it’s hot!

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Senior year should bring fun, friends and happiness. Not portals, treachery, and murder.

Seventeen-year-old Mia Taylor, gatekeeper to an interdimensional portal, wants nothing more than to heal from her romance gone wrong. Illegally falling for her co-worker Regulus had been a huge mistake. But when Regulus goes rogue to hunt down a murderer, Mia must forget her broken heart and use her unique abilities to save him.

Sound Cool?  Need more to tantalize you?  Here’s a mini excerpt:

Jingle Bells

I detested planned surprises.
I could read the expectation in the air from the shimmery orange vibe that glowed like a Cheetos binge gone bad.
A few months ago, my friends had discovered my secret. The secret I’d hidden so teachers and doctors wouldn’t treat me like an amped up sensory perception freak. So friends wouldn’t ask.
Synesthesia. The condition sounded like the name of an electronic punk band. I’d made the full round of emotions about my sensory perception and being able to find portals. First, I’d hid it like you hide an ugly rash. Later, I’d learned to trust my friends with my secret. I’d even embraced it.
Now, I was back to wishing for normal.
Working with Regulus and Arizona was like playing Pop Goes the Weasel—a surprise around every corner. And did I mention I hate surprises?
Give me predictable any day. Then I could be ready. It’s why I made sure I knew the contents of every box under the Christmas tree.

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3 responses to “A Different Kind of Christmas Story. Well, kind of anyway

  1. Jennifer- Thanks for hosting my info about my book today. :)

  2. Hi Cookie Crumbles! Thanks for reading. Hope you have a wonderful holiday.

  3. “…like a Cheetos binge gone bad.”
    “It’s why I made sure I knew the contents of every box under the Christmas tree.”
    Ha ha. Being a teenager is hard enough without the responsibility of gatekeeper. Sounds intriguing.