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Who doesn’t like a playlist of
holiday favorites? Whether you’re
rocking around the Yuletide tree or mixing punch in your festive cauldron, no
party is complete without a soundtrack of traditional and contemporary tunes.
We consulted with the good folks over at CSUP—the station that puts super in
supernatural—to get their most-requested numbers for the season.
Here we go with the countdown:
1. God Rest Ye Hairy Gentlemen
2. Silent Night, Howly Night
3. Here Comes Santa Claws
4. Jingle Hells
5. We Three Kings Disoriented Are (aka the mummy song)
6. O Come, All Ye Fateful
7. The Little Dragon Boy
8. It Came Upon a Midnight Drear
9. What Child is This? (Theme from The Gingerbread House in the
10. The First Nom Nom (the werewolf did say)
For those of you planning a
sing-a-long this season, drop by the station for song sheets and a hot drink
between now and New Year’s Day. Our
doors are always open! As for whether you ever leave again, your mileage may
Gifted: The Dark Forgotten
Dark Forgotten Series Book Five Sharon Ashwood Genre: Paranormal romance/urban fantasy
Publisher: Rowan and Ash Artistry
Date of Publication:November 11, 2018
Number of pages: 124
Word Count: 35,000
Cover Artist: Wicked by Design
Tagline: Who says the holiday season is just for humans?
For all the holly-jolly times, family gatherings are complex no matter who—or what—you are. When you’re hunting for the latest “it” toy to stuff a stocking, it doesn’t matter if you’re alive or Undead, fanged or furry—you’re just as desperate to be the cool dad. And then there are the family grumps who never send cards, the ones who eat all the good candy, and those who drool and dig up the neighbor’s yard.
No, the Yuletide Season isn’t for the faint of heart—and sometimes it’s downright demonic—but holiday miracles make it all worthwhile. Chance encounters and unexpected forgiveness remind us that joy doesn’t come in a gift-wrapped box.
This novella from the Dark Forgotten world catches up with favorite characters for a fresh take on the holidays. Those visiting the world for the first time will understand why Chicago Tribune called it “simply superb.”
Grab this book and return to the world of the Dark Forgotten. Santa Claws is waiting!
“Don’t you want
to go see Santa Claws?” Errata Jones
asked in her husky, teasing voice.
Baker replied, still grumpy at the prospect of crowds and gift-giving
decisions. Plus, it was cold, gray, and rainy—a typical December day in the
boundless holiday spirit?” She turned into the parking lot outside the Fairview
Sports and Recreation Center. It was the final day of the Yuletide Holiday
Market, an arts and crafts event by and for the local supernatural community.
“Counting today, there’s only three shopping days till Christmas.”
“I really hope
you’re not going to make me sit on Santa’s knee.”
“I don’t think
so, darling. That would be weird, even for us.”
Errata swung her
Jaguar coupe into the last parking space, beating out a massive pickup by a
whisker. The truck made a sound like a startled dinosaur as it lurched to a
stop on the frosty pavement. Turning off the Jaguar’s ignition, Errata smoothed
her chin-length, jet-black hair, then glanced in the rear-view mirror, looking
pleased with herself. Perry twisted in his seat to see the pickup driver turn a
Christmassy scarlet and lurch off.
Perry willed his
heart to resume its normal rhythm.
Errata was a werecougar, and there were reasons cats shouldn’t drive.
Werewolves like him were another matter. Wolves appreciated order, including
stop signs. Cats did things because they could—like pester him into going to
this stupid craft fair.
That’s what he
got for befriending a feline. He cast her a sidelong look, taking in her high
cheekbones and smooth, golden skin. It was all he could do not to reach over
and stroke her hair, but that would be crossing a boundary. She’d made it clear
from the start that cats walked alone.
preening and gave him an arch look. “Shouldn’t you be shopping for your human,
his seatbelt. “Her name is Tiffani. With an i.”
course it is.” Errata patted his cheek with a pitying look. “Come on. First
fifty guests get a goodie bag.”
Perry said, sounding defensive even to himself.
generally are,” she said agreeably. “You should buy her something really nice.”
“Men don’t shop
before December 23rd,” he protested as he got out of the car.
let friends give their sweethearts, even ones named Tiffani with an i, gift
“But gift cards
Errata flung the
end of her scarf over her shoulder with a flick of one gloved hand. “Be
grateful you have me to watch over you.” She clicked the locks and swept toward
the entrance of the building, leaving Perry to catch up.
grumbled. “What do you want for Yule?”
“Not a gift
About the Author:
USA Today bestselling author Sharon Ashwood is a novelist, desk jockey and enthusiast for the weird and spooky. She has an English literature degree but works as a finance geek. Interests include growing her to-be-read pile and playing with the toy graveyard on her desk. As a vegetarian, she freely admits the whole vampire/werewolf lifestyle would never work out, so she writes her adventures instead.
Sharon is a winner of the RITA® Award for Paranormal Romance. She lives in the Pacific Northwest and is owned by the Demon Lord of Kitty Badness.