"One Frosty Christmas"

"One Frosty Christmas" is a well crafted novel that appeals to readers from 8 to 98. It is a heart-warming Christmas classic that everyone can enjoy. A great read on a cold winter's night with a warm cup of tea and a box of Kleenex.

"Horse tale tugs at heart strings...It's a charming well- written story that every young horse lover will adore!" Goody Niosi, The Star. "The story is strong. The prayers are tender. The description is nice. Great book!" Writer's Digest

I have only ever read two books right to the end and "One Frosty Christmas" is one of them...Sarah, Age 16... I really enjoyed your book, it touched my heart...Kimberly, Age 11...

Excerpt

She bumped into a three-tiered split-railed log fence and ran a hand along the top rail to keep her balance as the trail narrowed, squishing her between the fence and the forest's bushy borders. A large hairy brown and white face loomed out of the darkness. Hannah gasped, startling the bull. He snorted and pulled back from the fence, eyeing her warily. His coat was thick and curly, the color of dried blood, his forehead stamped with a bright white crescent moon, the giant ring in his nose frozen stiff with snot-sicles. His eyes were fixed on Hannah's own.

"Good boy. Good bull. Good King Boogers. That's what you look like, the King of Booger-land. I'll just walk quietly by, okay?" Hannah pulled her hand slowly back from the fence and walked carefully on, hands dangling by her side.

The bull let out a low rumbling blast from deep within his chest that sounded like a foghorn warning ships of danger ahead. He kept both eyes fixed on Hannah as she passed by, pivoting on his front hooves so that he was always facing her.

Hannah ran the last few steps past the end of his pasture and vaulted over the metal gate at the end of the bull's pasture. Her hip caught on the top rail and she landed on her knees on the other side. She picked herself up off the ground and realized where she was. A tingle of dread swept up her spine. She was now on Ole Man Levy's soil.

The air around her became hotter, still and breathless like a hot August day. Sweat trickled down under her armpits, soaking her undershirt. She scratched at her thighs, her long johns itching. She took off her mittens and rubbed the sweat from her face. For a moment, Hannah thought she was going to faint and gripped the gate to keep from falling. Her heart thundered so loudly in her chest that she was afraid it would wake Ole Man Levy.

"Too late now, Hannah, you're here and you're not leaving until you see Mr. Frost."

Hannah steeled herself and looked for a way to get across Ole Man Levy's hay field without being seen. A short distance from the gate, she spied a dip in the land. Hannah hoped it was deep enough to hide her as she sneaked toward Mr. Frost's paddock.