Kim McDougall

Coming November 2022
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Oh, Come All Ye Dragons

A Valkyrie Bestiary Holiday Tale

The Inbetween is full of magic, monsters and marauders. But it’s also full of booty, if you know where to look. And Between the Green Reclamation Services knows just where to find those resources that are so scarce and valuable in the post-Flood-War era. 

But when dragons nest on a valuable copper reclamation site, who do they call? Kyra Greene. No pest too large or too small. 

Now Kyra must leave home days before her baby’s first Christmas, for a three-day trek into the wilds. Can she convince a stubborn dragon queen to move her nest before BG Reclamation brings in the guns?

Kyra Greene’s new adventure into the Inbetween turns into a rollicking girls’ weekend away and brings her face to face with some old friends even as she comes out of her comfort zone to make new ones.

Oh, Come All Ye Dragons, A Valkyrie Bestiary Christmas Tale takes place after the events of Book 6, Ghouls Don’t Scamper.

Sneak Peek

I was thumbing through recipes for gingerbread, pumping milk, cooking sweet potato mash for the baby, and thinking of a dozen other tasks that needed doing, when out on the lawn there arose such a clatter. I dropped my widget on the table to tear open the shutters and throw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow…

Oh, screw it. My new ward was fighting with the goblin twins again. There was no moon. Only blood on the mangled snow along with hats, gloves and boots discarded by three tussling boys.

I sucked in a deep breath to yell at them, and the milk bottles harnessed to my chest by the pumping machine clanged against the back door, reminding me that I wasn’t dressed for outside eyes.

I shut the door and leaned my forehead against the cool wood. My head hurt. My boobs hurt. Christmas seemed more like work-work-work, than ho-ho-ho this year. 

I knew I had only myself to blame, but that didn’t make things easier. I wanted everything to be perfect. Baby’s first Christmas only came once. At six months old, Holly wouldn’t remember it, but I would. 

The bottles dangling from my breasts were only three quarters full. It would have to do. The flange on the pump made a last-gasp sucking noise as I broke the seals. I capped the bottles and threw a sweatshirt over myself, harness and all. Then I flung open the back door again.

“Raven! Get inside and finish your homework! ” I yelled in my best mom voice. Three startled faces looked up. They were red from the cold. Tums’ nose was bleeding. “Tums and Tad, get cleaned up and find your sister. She’ll expect a good reason for fighting. Again!”

I slammed the door making sleigh bells on the wreath jingle.