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12 short stories of love--old, new, and sometimes lost.

Beautiful, Faithful Asian Ladies Seek Friendship/Marriage, by Daniel Wallace: A quiet American man and an Asian woman stumble toward a common language in their search for love.

Occupational Hazards of the Late-Night Girl, by Camille Alexa: A young woman's musings on the Mister Lonely Guys she watches as they sift through used books.

Hand Signals, by Venita Blackburn: Of the two toy factory workers, one is deaf-mute and the other shy, but both just hope to be understood.

Sometimes He Became a Coaster, by J.A. Tyler: A woman sits by her comatose husband's side season after season, not quite ready to stop needing him.

In the Heart of Texas, by Artis Henderson: A young widow gets a second chance at love, but first must find some closure with her in-laws.

Graveyard Days, by Daniel Wallace: A young man who has lost his mother, discovers that a cemetary can be an interesting place to meet women.

Holy Spirit, by Sally Bellerose: A simple, faithful woman finds love can bloom from loss.

A Tale of Two Kitties, by Sue Ellis: A tiny tale of love.

The Girls, by Victor J. Banis: The love shared by a man and his dogs.

A Brief Excerpt in the History of Salt, by Venita Blackburn: The meeting of two soulmates, salted with a bit of magical realism.

Time, the Thief, by John Chabot: Have you ever just sat in a cafe and wondered about the loves and lives of those around you?

The Distance Between Things, by Gerri Leen: A woman who has come to expect only the dark side of life discovers the lightness of love.

Date insert: Sunday, 05 February 2023

T'was the Night Before Christmas... 

 (With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore, may he forgive my doggerel...)

...and all through the shop,
all we minions were working,
   until ready to drop.

The ebooks were flying,
the covers were spare,
The edits were crazy,
   with "one more thing I must share!"

We waited for Santa,
'Cuz we love old Saint Nick,
But Hitch made us work,
   Waving 'round an old stick!

So slave we all did,
And made all your books,
So that Hitch would say now,
   that we're off the hook.

Come today we're off,
to rest up our fingers,
Our hats we will doff,
   No books they do linger.

But we'll all be back,
Don't give it a thought,
for like all wage slaves,
   we're easily bought.

We'll be back on the fifth,
all eager and fresh,
All ready for you,
   after a well-deserved rest.

So Hitch wants to say,
very strongly and loud,
THANKS ALL YOU GUYS,
  you're the best type of crowd.

Indy and Len and Hitch and the gang,
will be back on the 5th,
to do books with a BANG!

In the meantime don't worry,
if you're in a hurry,
'cuz some poor guy got stuck
   sitting here like a duck.

Your emails we'll receive,
so no need to grieve.
We'll be a bit slow,
but we're raring to go.

Your books will be worked on,
your edits still made,
we're just resting a bit,
   before we all fade.

So please excuse the delays;
It won't be for days;
we'll jump on your queries,
   for your wondrous new series.

We waited for Santa,
'Cuz we love old St. Nick,
And sure 'nuff he came,
   It wasn't a trick.

And as he rode off,
into the night,
I could swear I heard Hitch yell,
   "That Edit's Not Right!"

~~~~~~~~~~

We'll be back on the morning of January 5th; we'll be here parttime between now and then, thanks.