Guest Blogger G.P. Keith ~ Grendel

Scare This : Grendel
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Blurb:

Ken's dog, Jake, is frightened of Halloween yard decorations, but when Ken tries to show him that the enormous face, partially emerged from a front lawn, is nothing to be scared of, he gets the fright of his life when the eyes open and gaze interestedly at him.

Ken, while walking his dog on Halloween night, discovers a half-buried face and unearths a fifteen foot troll in a neighbor's front yard. This is Grendel, who has come up from the underworld, he says, to look around. Entranced by the troll's magnificent physique and surprisingly gentle nature, Ken befriends him and takes him home. But the pair soon discovers they are at odds with the forces of law and order, and must fight not only for their relationship, but eventually for their very lives. During this struggle Ken discovers more about his own dark passions than he ever guessed existed.

About the story and its origins: The story is a MM romance in the horror/supernatural/humor genres.

I am a recent arrival in the field of MM romance writing, my principal literary field of interest being sci-fi and supernatural. Grendel is to date the longest work I have had published. I am working my way up to submitting a full-length novel, Grendel being just short of the 60,000 word novel category threshold (it's 43,000 words long).

I completed Grendel this past summer in what is for me record fashion—two months—principally while sitting on the backyard patio with our two dogs, under the sun umbrella, enjoying the mildly warm summer we had with a cold drink or hot coffee by my side, my laptop on my lap. That was pretty nice, but even nicer was how, for the first time, a story just seemed to write itself.

It was summoned into existence by a call for submissions by MLRPress, wanting stories on a Halloween theme. Thinking about story ideas, I remembered the experience I'd had several years ago while walking my dogs one evening around Halloween.

They were young dogs at the time, and tended to react when frightened by something. It was dark and quiet on the street, when suddenly they went nuts in response to something in someone's front yard. Peering into the shadows I received a shock of my own as I saw what looked like an enormous head partially emerged from the lawn. I remember it was quite effective, and I found the entire experience really entertaining.

So now I asked myself, what about if the head had been real? The story just kind of went from there: the main character and his dog trying to figure out what the thing was (it's just fake—no, wait, it isn't); being motivated to action; digging it up, and releasing the full person (a fifteen foot troll of tremendous, uh, proportions); befriending him, cleaning him off, taking him home, and finally dealing with the situation of having a fifteen foot troll living in the back yard of a quiet suburban bungalow (he's too big get in through the door).

The possibilities for sex (challenging), romance (again challenging), confrontation with social norms and the drama that would arise from that, just poured from my imagination. And when I'd finished it and my principal beta reader said he liked the story's humor and plot twists, I realized I had a story that could please readers other than myself (at least one, anyway), so I submitted it to MLR (my first submission to them) and was delighted when the offer to publish came back.

To me the story is a kind of homage to my first boyfriend, who was big and burly and really besotted with me. It's also an exploration of a fairy-tale horror figure (the bogey-man), transfigured into an erotic romance in which everything is turned upon its head. If the story is well-received I have an idea for a sequel all ready.

-G.P.Keith

Grendel by G.P. Keith… Published by MLR Press 2014 on 21 Nov 2014

Excerpt from chapter 1

It was dark and quiet when they left the house, the only sound being the rapid click-click of Jake’s nails on the sidewalk. Ken inhaled deeply and smiled. He loved the fall, with its fresh smells and the magical beauty of the shadowy houses with their leaf-covered lawns.

Several minutes into the walk a series of firecrackers went off in somebody’s backyard and Jake started and froze. But in the silence that followed this he soon resumed his interested trotting along the sidewalk. Seeing this, Ken began to hope that his little dog was starting to toughen up with regard to the horrors of Halloween.

After that, the walk was so peaceful and pleasant that they ended up going further than usual. Ken was still careful to cross the street whenever they approached a house that looked like it had yard decorations, though. By doing this, he ensured there were no incidents, and as they were approaching home Ken began to feel that walk had been a complete success. And they had gotten through another Halloween.

He was just congratulating himself on this, when Jake exploded in a fury of barks that caused Ken to jump several inches into the air. Groaning, Ken automatically pulled back on the leash as he peered forward into the darkness. He could just make out some kind of lawn decoration between two cedar bushes. Walking forward to get a better view, he recognized with a sudden frisson of horror, what appeared to be a large head partially emerged from the lawn.

When this reaction had passed, Ken sighed. It wasn’t the first “buried head” he’d seen. Two years ago had been his first—and it had given both him and Jake quite a fright. Last year there had been two of these things, and he avoided those houses ever since. And nowhere was another one! While he appreciated their effectiveness, he also knew that Jake nursed an abiding horror of them.

So, keeping a firm hold on the leash, Ken came up to where Jake was standing, legs spread sturdily, barking defiantly at the thing. The “head” was composed of four separate elements: a nose, two closed eyes, and a broad forehead between straw eyebrows and straw hair, all protruding from the grass.

Ken was struck by the realism of this “face.” Though it was smaller than the others he had seen, being only about three times the size of a human face, it was more convincing. Squatting down, he petted Jake reassuringly, and was pleased when this appeared to have an effect. Jake’s barks became intermittent. Maybe the little dog was getting inured to Halloween!

Thinking this, Ken decided to remain where he was a couple of minutes, so that Jake might finally come to dismiss the thing. It seemed a better plan than pulling him away and so leaving another traumatic Halloween memory in his canine mind.

As he continued to pet Jake, Ken looked the face over. It struck him as curious that the face wasn’t larger. While it was definitely creepy, it lacked the sense of something truly monstrous, which he thought was the point of this type of decoration.

And as he continued to ponder this, Jake’s barking became less and less. He seemed more curious than afraid now. Thinking that this might be the opportunity for him to learn about these things, Ken let the leash out.

“Go check it out, boy!”

Jake, however, wouldn’t move forward. And he continued to bark every few seconds.

Ken shook his head. He would have to demonstrate. He stood up and took a step toward the feature of the face that was closest—the nose—and looked back at his dog. Jake, after hesitating a second, crept up behind him.

“Brave dog!”

Ken took another step forward, and Jake, again, crept forward after him. Ken looked at the face again. From this close, he was even more impressed with the realism of the features. The eyebrows and hair, which had looked like straw from further away, now looked more like—well, coarse straw-colored hair. And the facial features, while caricatures of a human face, the closed eyes being too big for the nose, and the nose itself too pudgy, were very complete in their details, such as the eyelashes and the texture of the flesh, quite realistic in fact.

One more step and Ken was right next to the nose, which stuck up about eight inches from the grass. It was, he decided, probably made of Styrofoam, painted to look like flesh. He almost nudged it with his sneaker, but then decided it would impress Jake more if he touched it with his fingers. So he squatted down and, after making sure Jake was watching him, reached out to the tip of the nose.

That was when the eyes opened.

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Guest Blogger ~ Jess Buffett: Whyte's Dream [The Keepers 3]

The Keepers 3: Whyte's Dream

Blurb:

In book three of the Keepers: As the Sandman, Sam has spent millennia dedicating his existence to bringing hope to others.  His only chance for sight being found in reviewing the past or in dreams, which often leaves him the voice of reason within the Keepers.  After multiple attacks from an enemy, Sam reconciles with the fact his only chance to be with his mate safely is in the dream world or not at all. 

Whyte, the Tooth Fairy, has witnessed his twin and friends suffer through personal attacks after claiming their mates, and understands where his mate’s concern is coming from.  He just never realized accepting Sam’s terms would be so difficult. 

When the Keepers get closer to the ones responsible for all the harm they have faced, they realize the board has more players than they originally thought, and in order to come out on top, they may just have to make a deal with the devils.

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Excerpt:

 “What did you just say?” Whyte seethed, the air around them shifting with how close they were, letting Sam know the younger man now faced him. 

He heard the catch in Whyte’s throat, and took advantage of whatever it was that had startled him.  “You heard me.  What the hell was that comment back there about?” 

Anger and confusion warred with each other as he spoke to the other Keeper.  While things had always been tense between them, neither of them fully acknowledged the bond they did—or at least could—share, Whyte had never been so blatantly disrespectful or confrontational toward him before.  The younger man had always seemed to favor the avoiding yet silently judging you from afar approach. 

“Seriously?” Sam fought not to wince at the shrill tone Whyte’s voice had taken.  The other man had never sounded like that.  “You know we’re mates, yet you do everything in your power to keep us apart.  It’s like every Keeper is cursed to have the same issues in their mating.  So do us both a favor and don’t act dumb.” 

Instead of arguing the point, Sam cocked his head to one side, playing back past events. 

While he may not be able to see in what was considered the present, Sam had the uncanny ability to see the past almost as if it were on a TV screen.  Pausing, fast forwarding to an extent, and always able to rewind.  At times Sam was even privy to the future.  Small glimpse that were more like teasers meant to leave you with more questions than answers.  A twisted anticipation.  

He could see in his mind every time he and Whyte came close to doing something about their bond, every time they had pulled back, hesitated.  Sam was guilty of shutting down, sure, but so was Whyte.  He didn’t understand how the other man was suddenly blaming all of it on him.  Sam had seen the fear before Whyte would withdraw, the haunted look that would settle in his eyes as he pulled away from the possibility of their bond becoming something else...more. 

Sam had seen similar responses in the other Keepers over the centuries as well, so he certainly wasn’t playing dumb, merely cautious. 

“And do you not find that suspicious in itself?  That so many grown, ancient men would have such debilitating self-consciousness when it comes to their mates?  So many obstacles standing in their way?” he asked curiously, because surely he hadn’t been the only one to notice. 

He could sense when the younger man jerked back, as if shocked and fought hard not to roll his eyes.

And here Sam thought he was the one with the visual impairment. 

There were times when he believed it a miracle any of them were able to achieve anything with their heads so far up their own arses. 

“I’ve seen glimpses of the future,” he admitted.  “There are matings.  Our matings.  But there is also death.  I feel as though the two are intertwined somehow, but I’ve never been able to make sense of it, so…” 

“So you kept away,” Whyte finished for him.  “How can you be sure?” 

“I’m not.  It’s also not a chance I’m willing to take.”  Sam sighed, stepping forward into Whyte’s personal space and raising a hand to cup Whyte’s cheek.  “There is more going on here than even I first thought, but never doubt I want you.  When I take you, you will be mine...but you will also be safe.  Those who have come close to mating have been attacked, no matter how benign it may have seemed, and now that they are attempting to claim each other, the attacks are getting more dangerous, the threats more serious.” 

“The bigger picture?” 

“Always the smart one.”  Sam gave a proud smile.  “Exactly.” 

“How very Obi Wan of you,” Whyte drawled. 

He gave the younger Keeper a one shoulder shrug.  “I was thinking more Yoda myself.” 

Whyte snorted.  “You may be hot, but you are nowhere near as cool as Yoda.” 

Sam pulled a wounded expression.  “Ouch, but maybe deserved.” 

“Well deserved.”  

They stood there, still and quiet for a moment, minutes ticking by.  Sam could feel Whyte relax at his presence, and at the knowledge that Sam wanted him after all.  It had never been a plan to hurt Whyte, but he had.  

“When?” Whyte suddenly asked. 

He didn’t need the question explained, he knew exactly what he was asking.  When could they be together? 

“Soon,” was the only response he could give Whyte, kissing him lightly. 

Whyte sighed.  “Soon.” 

Sam growled, sensing the need Whyte had for him and it took everything in his power not to lean forward, take, claim.  Only the knowledge his mate deserved more tenderness and safety, kept him in place.  “Till then, I’ll see you in your dreams."

Jack’s Claus

Sneak Peek

"Jack, watch out!"

"Fuck!" A mass of black, blue and bright red fell down a hill-side in a mass of tangled limbs and pained grunts. "Ouch!"

When they finally reached the bottom, Nicked blinked up at the sky for a moment, fighting to regain the breath that had been knocked out of him by the ground and multiple jabs from Jack’s flying limbs.

"Are you alright?" he asked when he was sure he could speak.

"I'll live." Slightly disoriented icy blue orbs met worried green ones. Pale, full lips stretched into a weak smile. "Sorry for using you as my landing mattress."

Nick rolled his eyes. "I don’t quite have the padding most people think, not sure how good a job I did."

Jack blushed, stuttering for an answer and looking anywhere but at Nick, all but jumping off of him when Nick cleared his throat.

"S-sorry," the younger Keeper murmured as he wiped the snow off of himself. Nick sighed as he stood up and looked around.

"Well, at least we didn't roll too far down," he murmured and brushed the snow off of his leather jacket.

Yes, it was red. He was Santa, of course it was red.

"Are you alright?" He looked at Jack, and suppressed the whine that wanted to break out when the younger man looked at him with a forced grin. Everything was forced with jack these days. While the two of them had been able to coexist in the same space in the past few months better than they had in the last few centuries, It hurt something deep down inside to see Jack almost a shell of who he used to be.

"Just a few bumps and bruises. Nothing I'm not used to already."

Nick frowned while Jack started to look around, trying to find a way up.

They had been out there for hours, searching for any sign of the Fates. From the moment Sam had discovered their hand in the attacks placed upon not just the Keepers, but also the Dark Lords, those three devious and spiteful goddesses had vanished. Recently word had come to them that the Fates had been spotted somewhere around the Altai Mountains, and Jack more than most had been determined to search the area for any evidence to support the claims and track them down.

"Maybe we should head back to the Pro Custodes and continue tomorrow," Nick suggested and Jack looked at him with a confused expression. His cheeks were rosy from the cold and his beautiful icicle-like eyes were glowing brightly. Every part of Nick was begging to just claim the younger man for himself.

But he couldn’t.

Not yet.

Nick had far too much to make up for where jack was concerned. He had failed the man who should be his mate more times than he could count. And the younger man had paid dearly for it.

"There's not much more ground to cover, and we still have some time before night falls," Jack countered.

Nick frowned. “Ja—”

"But if you think we should make our way back, then that's okay too!" Jack backtracked.

That was another thing.

Nick could clearly remember the fire in Jack's eyes when he would defy him, or any of them. He clearly remembered the strength and anger that glowed in Jack's eyes each and every time the two of them had faced off over one thing or another. Now though, that fire wasn't gone. It was still there, but it seemed Jack was suppressing it.

Jack had completely pulled in on himself since they had rescued him from being mind controlled by the Fates and Famine. He avoided conflict if he could, and started picking his words. Nick couldn't even imagine how hard it had to be for Jack to go against his nature.

He could see it in Jack's body language. He knew every single tick and move he made during the Keeper’s meetings before someone would ask his opinion. Nick could read him like an open book. Jack swallowed words and hesitated with everything.

Nick watched him pushing back annoyance and feigning acceptance each time he saw Jack biting into his bottom lip, wringing his hands together in his lap, shifting his weight from one foot to another. Jack wanted to speak up, but feared his presence would only cause trouble.

And Nick could feel Jack staring at him every time he thought no one was watching as though he wanted to ask for something, but the shadows in Jack’s eyes were stopping him from speaking up.

Nick saw it all.

The only thing he couldn't see was if Jack still had feelings for him or not. There was a time before everything went to hell and Nick let his mate down, when Nick would have been certain. So sure he stood a chance.

He remembered the casual yet comforting touches, the unspoken be careful when he left on his midnight run on Christmas eve, knowing Jack would work his hardest to keep the skies clear and safe for him.

The fact that Jack still did some of those things were what gave Nick hope that Jack did in fact have some feelings for him after all this time.

All he had to do was open his mate up to the possibility of them, of more.

Though that was proving to be difficult.

"Jack, it's cold and we've been at it for hours. I just don't want you to catch a cold." Nick saw it the moment Jack buried his clenched fists deep into the pockets of his jacket and sighed. "Say it."

Jack looked at him with a confused frown. "Say what?"

"I just know you had a smart-ass remark on the tip of your tongue," Nick drawled.

Instead of saying what Nick knew Jack wanted to say, the younger man bit into his lip and looked away from Nick. "Let's head back. We can continue tomorrow."

"Jack…"

"Nick," the younger Keeper interrupted him, looking over his shoulder at him. Nick frowned when he saw shadows that he couldn't name glowing in Jack' eyes. "You're right. Let's go."

Nick's frown deepened when Jack turned his back on him and started to climb the hill they rolled down from. He swore right then and there that he was going to do everything in his power to bring Jack out of his self-imposed hell, and maybe just in the end, be the kind of mate that Jack Frost deserved.

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Two lives--One destiny. When fate decides two people belong together, nothing can stand in its way. Liam Kantry and Carlo Bruenelli find themselves caught up in the madness of Christmas and taking care of a child as they discover the meaning of being true heart-mates.

Liam Kantry wants to be with the man he has loved his whole life, yet incessant gossip and innuendos have labelled him the pack whore--a point he has never disputed. Now the rumours have come back to bite him in the arse.

Carlo Bruenelli is waiting for his heart-mate; he's one of the pack who truly believes they really do exist. In his heart he wants it to be his best friend, only problem is he knows Liam doesn't believe in heart-mates. What will it take to change Liam's mind? And should he even try?

Christmas is drawing near, and between snowball fights and the inter-pack gathering, Liam and Carlo find themselves caught up in the excitement and obsessing over what their future holds. Especially when a small child forms a bond with them. They learn there is more out there than they ever dreamt was possible.

Can Liam and Carlo work around the newness of their own mating to protect someone who needs it most?

CONTENT ADVISORY: This work is a significantly expanded (almost tripled in length), re-edited re-release title.

EXCERPT:

Everyone had a fear, and Carlo's was probably no different to anyone else's. His fear involved running into the love of his life, Liam Kantry, and being ignored completely. Liam often starred in Carlo's nightly dreams of who his heart-mate should look like, yet sadly Liam only ever looked at him like an annoying, dorky, younger brother--a brother you didn't want hanging around all the time. Usually, it was hard to avoid him since they belonged to the same pack. Thoughts like these had been plaguing him for the last month or so leading up to this special week.

The Moon Runner Pack had been chosen to host the inter-pack meet-and-greet on their lands where guests from other packs would be coming in hope of finding a mate. Most people didn't believe in heart-mates. Carlo was truly one of the few in the pack who actually believed heart-mates existed. Somewhere out there's the perfect person looking for me. A tingle of excitement surged through him at the mere possibility of it being true. I'm twenty-one. I'm finally old enough to attend the party. Let's hope he's here and just as eager to meet me. Wish it could be Liam, but wouldn't we have known by now if we were? Hopefully Christmas Day I'll have pushed aside my crush on Liam Kantry and I'll know whether or not my heart-mate is out there searching for me as well--that is, if he even comes to the gathering. My luck, he won't even bother turning up.

Man, he hoped he was wrong and his heart-mate existed in the here and now, waiting to meet him as well. Never once had he doubted that his future mate would be a male. Fate wouldn't be so cruel to pair him with a woman he could never really love. Being mated to a female wouldn't be fair to either of them. If it came down to his mate being someone who wasn't male, he'd simply explain everything to her and let her find someone else she could be happy with. Carlo had even heard that this year there were packs coming to attend from even farther afield than usual. This gathering also became the time new alliances were made between packs, where packs could ask another for help in any way. Bloodshed was frowned upon at these gatherings, but sometimes it became unavoidable--or so he'd been told.

The alpha had asked him, because it was his first time, to become involved this year by being seen at the meeting hall, not hiding away from the pack like he usually did. Apparently all members of the pack who had come of age and were eligible to attend were asked to help out. So here he was now, wet as all get-go--because he'd only moments before slipped and landed in a puddle as he tried to dodge a car on the street outside the hall. Dripping wet, he grumbled as he walked through the falling snow toward the last place he wanted to be--the pack town hall. Carlo hoped to avoid everything until the starting ceremony itself, but Darian and the alpha had nixed that thought early on. The plain truth was he didn't want to have to be anywhere he'd have to bear witness to Liam flirting with other people. Carlo was a coward, and he knew it. He wasn't disputing the fact at all. As he neared the building, the noise coming from within sounded muted, but still loud in a raucous kind of way.

Carlo waved to a couple leaving the crowded room as he entered. He didn't know them, but he thought it would be a polite and friendly gesture to the wolves who'd be arriving to stay with the Moon Runner pack over the next few days. He didn't even complain much when Sally Anne Meyers, the alpha's younger sister, made him strip out of his outer layers before she allowed him to step foot inside the door.

She'd joked, "If you were smarter, you'd strip in time to the music and make yourself a little money on the side." Her laughter sounded light, and Carlo knew she wasn't being mean. Being twenty-one herself, she probably also found herself being forced to be sociable. Unlike him, Sally Anne actually liked being the centre of attention, especially if it garnered the interest of a certain pack member. According to Marcus, the pack gossip, Sally Anne had set her sights on Wade Michelson this year. She'd chosen him as her mate and she'd do anything to get what she wanted.

"The only problem is they'd make me pay the money back with interest once they saw me naked," he replied, snickering before he handed her the wet clothes.

"Go sit by the fire and I'll call your mum to bring you some dry clothes. We wouldn't want all your lovely bits and pieces to fall off, now would we?"

What the fuck? Is she flirting with me? "Are you trying to get my arse beat? If you keep that talk up, you'll make Wade crazy jealous and he'll come after me."

"Hah! That big galoot wouldn't know which end faced up if someone didn't tell him." There seemed to be no heat in her words.

"I thought you were determined to be his mate?" Carlo asked, curious as he saw the glint of something in her eye.

She waved him away. "He's mine. He just doesn't know it yet. His days of sleeping around are over." She sniffed haughtily then burst out laughing. "Go on. Go warm up and I'll get you some dry clothes. I saw Liam in here earlier--not sure if he's still here though."

He gave her one last smile before he did as told. "Thank you." He wasn't sure if he thanked her for calling his mum or for letting him know Liam Kantry sat in the hall talking with friends.

The sounds of carols playing through the speakers, combined with happy laughter ringing out were enough to get even the most miserable person into the Christmas spirit. The interior walls had been transformed from their usual drab wooden bareness to having an array of colours splashed across them. The effect was kind of stunning. Whoever had decorated this year had taste.

With all the festivities going on around him, Carlo couldn't have stopped smiling even if he'd wanted to. He actually loved this time of year--always had. The fact remained he loved everything about Christmas, from the addictive aroma of the baked goods to the scent of the pine trees filling the air, but most of all he loved the feeling of family and everyone being together.

His love of everything Christmas started the year his father gave him his very own sled. That year he'd met Liam Kantry for the first time. He'd also met Liam's brothers Marcus and Theo. They'd taken turns sharing his sled while riding down the hills out on the back of the pack lands. The day seemed to rush by, none of them coming in until August Kantry, the boys' father, had come looking for them. On the way home, he'd given them all a lecture on what were safe and unsafe times to stay out playing when their parents were sitting at home and waiting for them.

Christmas was just around the corner and his family was getting ready to celebrate in style. His mother was known by many as a baking fiend when it came to roasts, but no one in the pack came even close to beating Mary Kantry when it came to baking Christmas goodies. She had become a legend among the pack, especially for her Christmas bread. Hell, even just the thought of it had Carlo's mouth watering. His thoughts came back to the present when he heard an all too familiar voice. Oh great, so Liam really is still here--yippee... not!

(2) I Completed NaNoWriMo... All of Adrian & Lockie, & half of Experimentals 2: Running Into Zero Tolerance. 

(3) I have been sick since Wednesday (the heat is killing me)

(4) I sent the first 4 chapters of The Lines Of Marsden 3: You Make Me Die In Pieces and the next 4 Synopsis to Christie N at MLR for consideration for contract.

(5) Still waiting to hear back from Fireborn Publishing about The Diamond Rose 1: Gateway to Kalethia.

(6) I just sent Faith B-B at Totally Bound Publishing my writing schedule for 2015.

Happy Birthday Ethan ~ 14 Today

Updates On Me...

Yesterday I got to play counter bitch in my big brother, Ted's tattoo shop. It was fun. I'm waiting to hear today if he needs me to work for him again. While there I did see an awesome picture Ted said he'll put on my other arm when he has time.

In between serving customers and answering the phone I managed to write 4K on The Lines Of Marsden 3: You Make Me Die In Pieces. which gives me the first four chapters to send to my MLRPress editor Christie N for consideration.

So now I'm back on to finishing Experimentals 2: Running Into Zero Tolerance. As you can tell I'm only half way but I need to get this finished in the next week to keep on track of my writing schedule. This one is also destined for Christie N.

I should hear back in the next couple of days whether or not The Diamond Rose 1: Gateway To Kalethia was picked up from Fireborn Publishing.

Also Moon Runners 1: Heart-mate, Mine! is off to formatting at Fireborn Publishing, which means it's well on track for it's release in 3 days time. I hope everyone likes the new and improved version of A Moon-Runner Christmas (previously released at Silver Publishing)