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A holiday offering for fans of Whisperings Paranormal Mystery. You won’t meet any new ghosts in this short story. No murder case, no corpse, no gore. This is romance, Whisperings style. ‘Tis the season and after all she’s been through, I think Tiff deserves a very special Christmas.

Published: Nordic Valley Books on
ISBN: 9781502248435
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    The Midnight Choir

    Royal inhaled through his nose. Is that a new perfume? It is intoxicating.

    Think you’re funny, mister?

    And you are so beautiful tonight.

    He stared into my eyes, making my legs feel like rubber bands, even though I knew his dreamy expression had to be an act. Despite Royal’s insistence I am the most glamorous woman on Earth, I am far from beautiful on a good day and looked like a plague victim this Christmas. Beautiful? Do you really want me to slap you?

    How can you be so irritable when tomorrow is Christmas Day?

    I can be irritable at the drop of a hat. It’s one of my specialties.

    He sighed heavily and I felt mean. Royal adores Christmas and I shouldn’t spoil it for him. I guess it is kinda special.

    He smiled with memories in his eyes. When I was a boy, Christmas was magic and the feeling has never faded.

    I bet you stayed up all night Christmas Eve and snuck downstairs to try and catch Santa in the act.

    I did. And I will catch him one of these days.

    If anyone can, it’ll be you. I hugged him around the waist. Tell me about little Royal’s Christmas.

    "It was much the same as in every home, I imagine. Mother baked and the aromas filled the house.