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Holiday Cozy Mystery Title Challenge

I promised to make a holiday murder mystery title out of whatever words my Facebook followers gave me. Okay, fine, I cheated a little by giving chapter titles, too… Tough!


Gingerbread
Wassail
Roses
Glasses
Levi Johnston
Santa Claus
Beer
Rick Springfield
Blonde
Horse
Egg Nog
St. Clair Broiler
Nausea
In-laws
Candy caned


The Blonde In-Law Murders: Santa Claus Gets His Candy Caned

Chapter 1: In Which I Meet Rick Springfield at the St. Clair Broiler for Gingerbread Egg Nog and We Get Our Wassail On. 

Chapter 2: In Which My Beer Glasses Saw Only Roses Until A Glimpse of Levi Johnston’s “Horse” Induced Nausea.


There you go! And that's why I'm an incredibly famous writer. Yeah, I need another cup of coffee...

Happy Holidays!
Jessica





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Mare F said…
Oh, come, I want to read the story to go with them.
December 11, 2009 at 7:18 AM
Michele said…
I can always count on your for a chuckle. I, too, want chapters.
December 11, 2009 at 8:23 AM
Shel said…
You need something...I'm not sure it's coffee, though! ROFLMAO! "Wassail on"?????
December 11, 2009 at 10:51 AM
Heather Webber said…
LOL, too funny. I think "get our wassail on" might be our next famous catch phrase.
December 13, 2009 at 9:10 AM
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