This year I wrote a Christmas novella called Wish, and in it single mother Billie Temple wants to give her son, Cal, a puppy for Christmas. A dog to replace a borrowed Blue Cattle Dog that the hero might someday want back. A dog a boy could call his own:
‘Which one’s the puppy?’ asked Cal.
‘The one standing in the middle of the yard Si’s trying to drive those s
The puppy in question was looking their way.heep into,’ said Adam with a smile - a genuine Kincaid grin that widened when Cal smiled back. ‘Play your cards right, kid, and Si’ll pay you to take that fool pup away.’
‘What’s his name?’ asked Cal as he clambered out of the cab behind Adam.
Billie joined them by the side of the ute just as Cal put his hands to his knees and called the pup’s name and then sweet and leggy Henry was at Cal’s feet with the speed of a bullet, all legs and too-big ears as he planted his butt in the dirt and then tried to wriggle closer, and closer, until finally he was sitting on Cal’s shoe before collapsing in a squirming mass of ecstasy when Cal bent down to pat him.
‘What? You don’t pat your dogs around here?’ she murmured.
‘Of course we do,’ said Adam as Blue dog looked down on both pup and boy from the lofty height of the tray of the ute and barked a short sharp reprimand at the boy, the pup, or both – at which point Henry promptly peed himself.
‘This isn’t a done deal,’ she said.
I can think of a few other Christmas gifts that might come early for one reason or another. Big things. Breathing things. A loved one back from yonder.
And congratulations Rach! on your Carina Christmas release and your latest new sale!
I've read Kelly's gorgeous novella and it's worth leaving a comment!!