One year they had the circus as a theme. Tiny toy dancers in pink did aerial tricks on high wires. A bear danced in a circle. Wind-up clowns displayed various antics, all while the toy ringmaster stood in the center ring commanding the many performances of so many mechanical toys. In the toy village, a train raced through a winter wonderland. It was all beautiful and shiny.
When my publisher asked me to write a Christmas story, I went to bed thinking about looking in the windows. Shopping was fun too. But I was mesmerized by the windows.
That night I dreamt about Georgia staring in the storefront window, not at animated toys, but at the warm winter coat of her dreams. Georgia had lost her job, as so many have this year. She worried how she was going to make the next month’s rent. In the reflection of the window, she sees a handsome but mysterious man behind her. Why is he always there when she is? Is he stalking her?
Vampires in many stories these days are always handsome, somewhat sophisticated, and well off. But Trevor is more than that. He is an Arnhem Knight, from that secret society of vampires in New York City called the Arnhem Society. Trevor has sworn to protect humans from death by vampires and to come to the assistance of supernaturals in trouble. Demons have marked Georgia for death, because she is a human with a rare gift. She’s a Harmony. She may also be his lifemate, and it’s made him so nervous, he’s tongue-tied in front of her.
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