Category: Holiday Season Serial Romance

Rehearsal “Are you ready for the big day?” Dennis asked. Toby wiped down his wrench with a rag. “I guess so. Ian texted me and said they picked up our tuxes this afternoon.” “I want pictures, man. You in a … Continue readingRehearsal

The Golden Sampan He studied the card a moment. She was watching him. ‘Holy guacamole! I didn’t say that.’ They had asked for his message and his name. They added the Love. ‘I guess that’s fair. I bought the most … Continue readingThe Golden Sampan

Love, Toby Meredith sat in the hotel lobby struggling not to itch herself raw. She clasped her hands between her knees and stared at the parking lot. Her phone rattled against the lip gloss in her purse. Sorry, traffic. Be … Continue readingLove, Toby

How About Chinese? “Meredith, are you alright?” Ivy glanced her way as she merged into traffic. “You’ve got ants in your pants.” “My pants, my shirt, my socks.” She shifted in her seat. “This itch, it’s driving me nuts.” “Do … Continue readingHow About Chinese?

So, Ask Her Out Already “So, she gave you her number?” Dennis asked. “Yeah.” “Are you going to call her?” “I don’t know.” “You don’t know? She sounds perfect for you, man. What’s the problem?” “Nothing. I just need to … Continue readingSo, Ask Her Out Already

I Have To Work In The Morning “That was fun.” Meredith said as they pulled out of the Hannons’ driveway. “Don’t you think?” “Sure.” “Ivy’s nieces are silly.” “Mm-hmm, nice kids.” “They seemed to like your collection.” “Yeah.” “Is this … Continue readingI Have To Work In The Morning

Toby’s Collection “Daddy! They’re here!” Chelsea jumped up and down. “Alright, sweetie. Give them a minute to come in.” Frank picked her up, hugged her and slid her onto the sofa. “See? Here they come.” Toby stepped in with a … Continue readingToby’s Collection

The Pauldron She stood at the threshold of Toby’s bedroom. He had plonked the empty tote on his bed and was studying his shelves, unaware that she was frozen in the doorway. ‘I’ve never gone into a boy’s room, not … Continue readingThe Pauldron

My Secret Ingredient He was glad he was sitting down. “Wow.” “You like?” “I think you need to pinch me.” “I do?” She looked down at her attire. “I’m either dreaming or I’ve died and gone to heaven.” “That’s very … Continue readingMy Secret Ingredient