Christmas Anthology Featuring a Story by Your Favorite Agnostic

The holidays are upon us. Luckily for you, so is Soul Mate’s holiday anthology. You like sci-fi? High fantasy? Inspirational? Contemporary? Paranormal? Girl, boy, and everyone in-between, we got your back.

Soul Mate just published a holiday anthology, appropriately titled All I Want for Christmas is a Soul Mate. Cute and catchy, right? The anthology features twenty short stories, all clocking in around 4000 words. It’s like a fun-sized chocolate bar. Times twenty.  

To address the elephant in my head (I doubt few but me really care), the title does include the word “Christmas,” and the anthology includes some Christian themes and stories; however, I think many of us used it as a time of year rather than a nod to the ostensibly Christian holiday. The anthology is inclusive of many religious identities. I happen to know of one story, for random example, that features a sexy, biracial, Agnostic protagonist and her Jewish love interest. Ahem.

Totally coincidentally, here's the hook for my own contribution to the anthology: “Hunter Jade's assignment to guard the new guy turns into a life and death food fight, sparking romance among the rutabagas.”

Below is the back cover blurb for this anthology. If it intrigues you (and it seriously has something for almost everyone), I urge you to scoot on over to Amazon and buy a copy. Buy two. Buy ten. The anthology is only $3. Heck, buy and use them as metaphorical stocking stuffers, as Hanukkah presents, as Solstice celebrations, or as gifts honoring the end of Kwanzaa.

Happy, romantic Chrismahanukwansolstice!*


* Thanks to my beloved friend, Mycroft Masada Holmes, for introducing me to this word.

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All I Want For Christmas is a Soul Mate . . . 

This year’s delightful collection of Christmas short stories features a multitude of romantic genres all with one common theme: during the holiday season, nothing’s better than spending it with the one you love. 

Twenty talented Soul Mate authors have put together an anthology that’s sure to please any reader who enjoys their romance with a splash of Christmas cheer: 
A time-traveling Highlander brings comfort and joy to a young woman grieving her lost family... 
Best friends, both widowed, suddenly see each other through new eyes during a snowed-in Christmas Eve; 
A royal prince and a commoner fall in love despite their differences and a handful of untruths, thanks to a wreath that grants wishes . . . 
An alien race understands the simple reward of giving, when their human captive does not... 
Young lovers planning a Christmas wedding find their promise to each other is put to the ultimate test... 
A ghostly groom refuses to stay away from the woman he loves . . . 
For two modern believers, a magical, mystical visit to Bethlehem on the night of the Christ Child’s birth is both a joy and a responsibility... 
And many more heartwarming, romantic stories celebrating ‘The Season To Be Jolly.’ 

Please join us as we tell a few tales, raise a glass of holiday cheer, and deck the halls with romance as well as boughs of holly! 


Comments

  1. Lauri J OwenNovember 9, 2013 at 5:32 PM

    Bought two! Love it!

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    1. Elle HillNovember 9, 2013 at 6:43 PM

      YAY! Thanks, LJ! I sent you a copy, too. :) I tried to send two so Mom could have one, but Amazon only let me send one copy to a single email address.

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