Letter to Santa, Love and Hope #Emptynest #ContemporaryFantasy #giveaway

The Holidays are hectic trying to shop for everyone one else, so myself and several other authors decided to get together and help make your Holiday brighter! To celebrate this festive season, I am bringing you several fabulous authors that are going to share how they celebrate and maybe a treat and decoration. We are also having a huge giveaway. One Lucky winner will get a Kindle fire 7 and some gift cards to help fill it. Then each author is offering an ebook as individual gifts! So not only one winner but Several! Read to the end to see how!

So grab a cuppa your favorite beverage and settle in your favorite spot with a warm throw and enjoy!

Cat: Today our guest is Linda Mooney.  Hello, Linda! Are you ready for Christmas?

Linda: No, not really. LOL! There’s so much to do, and I haven’t even started shopping yet. But there are some local celebrations I’m planning on going to, like the German Christmas Market in New Braunfels. Plus, I’m also looking forward to hitting up an outlet mall in that area, too. Although I usually shop online, I prefer to shop local during this time of year.

Hubby and I are empty-nesters, and we’re happy with that. On Christmas morning, we open our presents to each other, and give our two dachsies their toys and treats. We have a casual, easy lunch. Nothing fancy, because we’ve gone all-out on Thanksgiving with the turkey and ham. Our son, daughter-in-law, and grandkids spend the morning at her parents’ house, then they make their way over to us that afternoon. That’s when the real messiness and fun begin!

All in all, it’s stress-free but still memorable.

This year, however, is going to be a bit more special. Our granddaughter is almost 3, which means she’s talking and getting into all sort of mayhem. But this is the age when they can open their own presents and see what Santa brought them. 

Speaking of Christmas being a special time for children, it gave me the idea for my December release. Mainly, what does Santa do with the letters he gets from children who are cold and hungry?



Author: Linda Mooney

Publisher: Music And Press

Genre: Contemporary Fantasy Romance

Heat Rating: Sweet (but it does contain language and violence)

Pages: 113

Cover Artist: Dawne Dominique

It’s another night on the job for Deputy Sheriff Barbara Mero, giving chase to a suspect in a stolen vehicle. But when someone beats her to the perp, she’s not sure whether to step in or not. Before she can stop him, a sledgehammer-wielding bearded biker on a red Harley delivers his own punishment, but with his parting words, Babs isn’t so sure he’s another bad guy.

After further investigation, Babs knows this vigilante “Santa” meant well, but there’s no proof he was even there. And after a few more run-ins with the red-cloaked badass, she’s torn between duty and justice, but in her heart she knows he’s the real deal.

You see, there’s a side of the story of Santa that doesn’t get told, and that’s where Dominik comes in. Being the twin to Kris, Dom’s job isn’t near as merry, though still necessary, answering the letters from the kids who want more than just toys. Those who want a better, safer life, food, and shelter. Basic needs a kid shouldn’t have to wish for on Christmas. Alhough he’s accepted his own lot in life, Dominik still has one regret. It’s a lonely life. 

There’s another side to jolly old Saint Nick, and he ain’t a saint.

Warning! Contains German chocolate cake, a modified red Harley, Sadie, justice served, a child’s letter to Santa, a coffee date, and the promise of love when no hope of love had ever existed.

How about a little more?

Babs stared in surprise as the car zipped by, going well over the posted speed limit. On top of that, the vehicle’s rear taillight was out. Calling in the violations, she pulled onto the road and went after the subject.

She followed the car for nearly a quarter of a mile before it finally pulled over, almost teetering into the drainage ditch. Babs radioed in as she checked the plates. The car was registered to a Jennie Michelle Carmichael. Place of residence was a good twenty or so miles from here. Babs called in for backup, then exited her cruiser.

The cold wind hit her like a fist as she walked up to the driver’s side window. She knocked on the glass. “Hello! Deputy Sheriff Mero with the Westing County Sheriff’s Department. May I see your driver’s license and proof of insurance, please?”

The moment the window rolled down, she smelled it, and she mentally rolled her eyes. There was no need to call for a K9 to come check for narcotics. There was ample evidence in what was coming out of the vehicle to give her probable cause for a search, whether the driver gave permission or not.

A woman squinted at her. “I don’t have my license with me.”

“How about proof of insurance?”

“It’s at home.”

“You know the law says you have to keep proof of insurance either on you or in the car at all times,” Babs reminded her as she withdrew her notepad from her pocket. “Can you give me your name and date of birth, please?”

“Why? Why are you harassing me?” The woman was evasive, which was understandable.

“I just need to         double check to make sure you’re the registered owner of this car.”

“It’s my car,” the young woman snapped.

“That’s what I need to verify, ma’am.” Babs kept her voice low and her tone even. It was already evident the driver wasn’t one hundred percent in control. Worse, she was becoming belligerent.

The woman continued to glare at her, lips pressed together in defiance. Pulling her flashlight from her belt, Babs turned it on and shone it inside the car’s interior. A baby seat and toys lay on the back seat.

Little warning flags began to flutter. It was nearly nine p.m. Where were the kids?

Unless they’re with her mother, or their father. Or maybe she only gets them part-time. Any number of scenarios were possible, but something about this whole thing didn’t sit well with her.

Stall, Mero, her training reminded her. Don’t push it until backup arrives.

She checked the interior again and smiled. “I see you got kids. How many?”

“None of your fucking business. Can I go now?”

Babs sighed. “Not yet. The reason I stopped you is because you were traveling over the posted speed limit. And because you have a taillight out.”

“My taillight’s gone because some asshole on a motorcycle took a sledgehammer to it!”

Babs stiffened. “Are you…are you saying you were attacked?”

“Yeah! Not ten minutes ago! Why don’t you go after him, instead of harassing people like me?”

Motorcycle? Sledgehammer? Her mind refused to acknowledge the possibility. No. No, it can’t be. But the MO was almost identical to what had happened to Bedamaker last night. Was the man in red back?

“Did you happen to get a good look at him?” Babs questioned.

“Hell, yeah, I did! Some guy looking like Santa Claus came up behind me and smashed my taillight! What are you gonna doabout it?”

Some guy looking like Santa Claus.

It was him.

At that moment, the guy’s voice came back to her, along with his comment.

“At least he won’t be beating up his old woman and kid anymore.”

A totally irrational thought came to her. What if the guy in red meant for her to be there when he confronted Bedamaker? What if the guy meant for her to pull over this woman, for whatever reason, and took out the taillight to make certain Babs had a good excuse to do so?

Her eyes involuntarily locked onto the car seat again, setting off the little red flags once more. A flash of light behind her signaled that her backup had arrived. Babs waited until Joelson walked up before putting her hand on the car’s door handle.

“Ma’am, please step out of the vehicle.”


“Please step out of the vehicle.”

Hell, no! It’s freezing!

Regardless, Babs managed to open the door, and together she and Joelson wrestled the woman out of the car, pressing her up against the trunk to snap on the cuffs. “I’m placing you under arrest for failure to identify. Mirandize her, would you? Then see if you can get an ID on her,” she asked her partner. Joelson gave a nod and guided the woman over to his vehicle.

Diving into the front seat, Babs grabbed the woman’s purse. There was no driver’s license, no credit cards. Nothing that would give a hint as to the suspect’s name or address. Just a couple of twenties and some loose change. The glove box was equally un-giving.

On the other hand, the center console was a treasure trove of drug paraphernalia, plus half a cookie of crack cocaine.

Joelson saw her triumphant smile as she straightened up. “What did you find?”

She held up a pipe and the sealed sandwich bag. “Christmas presents! How about you?”

He showed her the portable fingerprint scanner. “We got a hit. She’s got priors. Her name’s Jennie Michelle Carmichael. She lives off Portobello Drive.”

“Portobello Drive?” Babs frowned. “Sort of a long way from home this time of night.”

“Yeah. Well, if she was heading out to the smokehouse to score, it makes sense,” he reasoned, and gestured at her find. “That’s quite a score for a busted taillight.”

“Because some asshole on a motorcycle took a sledgehammer to it!” The words rang in her ears again. She laughed lightly. “Some days you win. Some days you lose.”

For the umpteenth time, her gaze fell on the car seat. “Hey, Hugh?”


“Call in and have a local do a welfare check at that address, would you?”

“Will do.” He didn’t ask why. If any of them ever made that sort of request, there had to be a damn good reason for it.

Babs glanced around at the surrounding countryside. It was as dark as it was silent. “If you’re out there somewhere, I’d like to have a long talk with you, Mr. I’m Not Santa. Now you got me damn interested in hearing your side of the story.”

Meet Linda Mooney

Linda loves to write sweet and sensuous romance with a fantasy, paranormal, or science fiction flair. As the author of over 100 books, her technique is often described as being as visual as a motion picture or graphic novel.

               She’s a wife, mother, grandmother, and retired Kindergarten and music teacher who lives in a small south Texas town near the Gulf coast, where she delves into other worlds filled with daring exploits, adventure, and intense love.

She’s had numerous best sellers, including 10 consecutive #1s. Also included in her achievements, she’s been named Author of the Year, and her book Lord of Thunder is an Epic Ebook “Eppie” Award Winner for Best Erotic Sci-Fi Romance.

Linda also writes naughty humorous romances under the name of Carolyn Gregg, horror under the pseudonym of Gail Smith, and elementary teacher workbooks as L. G. Mooney.

In addition, she is an audiobook narrator for all genres, but specializes in romance fiction.

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