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Looking out the Window: Donna Schlachter Talks About a New Christmas Anthology, Merry Little Mysteries and Her Contribution, A Mistletoe Mystery. Giveaway.



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Romance, History and Mystery 

If you enjoy a little romance, a little history, and a little mystery, youā€™re going to love ā€œA Mistletoe Mysteryā€ in the Merry Little Mysteries anthology. A half dozen authors have banded together to bring you a collection of contemporary and historical mysteries, all clean and sweet, that are sure to tickle your funny bone all the way down to your toes in your stockings.



About A Mistletoe Mystery in Merry Little Mysteries

A Mistletoe Mystery, is set in Boulder Colorado in 1883, and it opens with Holly and Ivy Christmas discovering that somebody has seeded their champion spruce trees with dwarf mistletoe, a parasitic plant every bit as destructive as the ordinary kind , but not as pretty. They follow the trail to a neighborā€™s property but lose the tracks because the wind blew the snow away.

What follows is a typical mystery in that the four band together and follow the clues, ask questions, narrow down the list to a few suspects, and trigger a meeting of the bad guys by putting pressure on a weak link.

While theyā€™re doing this, theyā€™re also spending time with each other. Figuring out they like how the other person has turned out. Wonder why they ever stopped talking to each other. Andā€”wellā€”love blossoms, as it should, in any good romantic mystery.

A Sneak Peek: Holly & Ivy Christmas Tree Farm, Boulder, Colorado

Chapter 1

December 3rd, 1883

Holly Christmas froze in her tracks. Not because the temperature hovered around ten degreesā€”although it did. Not because sheā€™d tromped around her thousand-acre Norway Spruce tree farm for almost three hoursā€”although she had. And not because the sun only now cast a blush on the Rocky Mountains as it peeked over the horizonā€”although it was.

No, Miss Holly emulated a statue because of what hung from the branches of the prime specimen before her. A tree destined to decorate the grand ballroom of the governorā€™s mansion in six daysā€™ time. Already paid for. Already marked with a red flag for cutting and shipping tomorrow. 

She tore her gaze from that monster of a spruce and scanned the next in line. This one, a foot shorter than its neighborā€™s fourteen feet, for the mayor of Kansas City. Again, due for cutting next week.

Holly pushed her spectacles higher on her nose. Didnā€™t change what she saw.

Her heart pounded in her ears at the sight before her. And at its ramifications.

Mistletoe.

Dwarf, to be exact, if she knew her botany.

Native to Colorado. Usually found in stands of spruce and pine that suffered from disease, or overpopulation, or overgrowth.

Never in her tree farm.

Not before today, that is.

Holly slogged through the knee-deep snow back to the barn, hitched a wagon to their cart horse, tossed a couple of long poles into the bed, then headed for the house.

She scraped her boots before entering through the back door.

Her sister, Ivy, stood at the stove cooking breakfast. She looked up, all rosy cheeks and steamed up spectacles. ā€œYouā€™re back early.ā€ Her brow pulled down. ā€œWhatā€™s wrong?ā€

Ivy knew her too well. ā€œWe got trouble.ā€

ā€œWith the trees?ā€

ā€œWhat else?ā€ She snagged her sisterā€™s winter coat and woolen cap from the hook near the door. ā€œCome on. Daylightā€™s a-burninā€™.ā€

Ivy chuckled at her voicing about their fatherā€™s favorite witticism. ā€œBarely.ā€

Holly led the way to the wagon and clambered aboard. She nodded when Ivy, younger than her own twenty-nine years by eleven months, slid onto the wooden seat. Slapping the reins, Holly urged the gelding into a quick walk.

Ivy tugged on her sleeve. ā€œYou gonna fill me in?ā€

ā€œSomebody is out to destroy us and our farm.ā€

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Bio:

A hybrid author, Donna writes squeaky clean historical and contemporary suspense. She has been published more than 50 times in books; is a member of several writers groups; facilitates a critique group; teaches writing classes; ghostwrites; edits; and judges in writing contests. She loves history and research, traveling extensively for both, and is an avid oil painter. 

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Comments

LoRee Peery saidā€¦
This anthology sounds delightful. Best Christmas wishes to you all!
Sonja saidā€¦
Love lots of Christmas stories. So nice!
Barbara Britton saidā€¦
Hi Donna and Gail. This sounds like a fun Christmas mystery. All the best to you ladies!
Library Lady saidā€¦
Mystery and Christmas,
a great combination.
Janet Estridge.
Pamela S Thibodeaux saidā€¦
Wow, this definitely sounds like an amazing story and anthology!
Good luck and God's blessings with it!
PamT
Donna Schlachter saidā€¦
Thanks to all for stopping by, and good luck in the drawing.

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