The Possibility For Joy

THE CASKETT LOVE STORY Oh, you’re in my veins, and I cannot get you out…

Kate Beckett as the Mom Friend™

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Happy birthday Kate Beckett! (November 17, 1979)

Written for World Book Day

Every few sentences he’d sneak a peek at her and smile at the way her eyes were alight, the way she was hanging on every word of the story. He turned the page, turning back to the book in his hands and continued weaving the tale that had his little girl so riveted.

“Princess! youngest princess! Open the door for me! Do you not know what you said to me Yesterday by the cool waters of the well? Princess, youngest princess! Open the door for me!”

“I can’t believe you’re reading her Grimm. She’s too young for that!” 

His head whipped up as he slammed the book, hiding it instinctively. He turned to see one his very annoyed wife striding into the bedroom and glaring at him.

“Mom! It was just getting good.”

He tried not to smirk at the indignation in his little girl’s voice. 

“I said you could read these when you were older.”

“I’m older. I’m nine. And I’m not reading it. Dad is.”

His wife sighed, knowing their daughter was too stubborn for their own good. “Please Mom?”

“If you have bad dreams, you wake your Dad first,” she teased, and sat on the bed.

“Deal.”

He watched the two of them hug and his wife drop a kiss to their head. “Goodnight Katie.”

“Night Mom,” Kate smiled.

He watched as she glared at him. Yep, he was in trouble. But his little girl was loving this, and okay he may be a little bit of a pushover when it came to her. And her grandfather had already read her one of the other Grimm tales and she’d been fine after that.

“Don’t worry, I’m censoring it,” Jim tried to reassure her. 

Johanna rolled her eyes at him. “Still in trouble.”

She left the two of them to it and Jim turned to share a grin with his daughter. “Busted, bug.”

“Read me a little more?” she asked, batting her eyelashes at him.

“A lot of people ask me when and how I knew I was in love with Detective Kate Beckett. I knew I was a goner when I woke up one morning with an irresistible urge to make her my signature pancakes. […] The only times I’ve ever wanted to make pancakes have been when I wanted to cheer up someone I love. Simple as that, pancakes equal love. So does a good cup of coffee, but pancakes, those are serious.”

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READERS!

I’ve just received five author copies of my book A Living Fire (now in paperback) and I want to offer them up to one of you. Well, five of you, actually. You can win a single paperback copy of A Living Fire which I will personalize and sign and then ship to your place! (Even overseas!)

Here’s how it works: you must be following me, and you have to reblog this post. That’s all. After the posting closes in a week (1/31/20), five people will be randomly picked for their own copy. I’ll message you via tumblr and get your specifics (what color ink, what’s your preferred name), then I’ll let you know when it’s posted.

If you head to my Amazon author page and leave a review of ANY of my books, and you’re one of the randomly selected, you’ll also get a fun prize in your mail.

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