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Put on the party hats!!!

It is the two year “bookiversary” of The Couponer’s Club Murder – Book #2 in an Oscar the Doxie Detective mystery series.

The Couponer's Club Murder


Book #2 – The Couponer’s Club Murder was published on March 30, 2017. Hard to believe it has been two years already. This one was interesting to write. I wanted to incorporate some of the past “human” life of Oscar into this story. I think it is a bit more serious than Book #1, but still maintains Oscar’s fun personality.

If you haven’t yet, now is the time to read Book #2 in an Oscar the Doxie Detective mystery series. The Kindle edition is .99 cents through April, 2019.

Here’s your link to grab a copy: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XYTRWYR

“Glowing” reviews are always appreciated – thank you in advance.


Oscar the Doxie Detective SeriesShort fun light-hearted cozy mysteries you can probably read in an hour or so. Pour your favorite beverage, power up your e-reader, sit back and enjoy seeing the world through the eyes of Oscar the doxie detective. I’m guessing after reading this canine adventure, you’ll realize your own dog knows a lot more than you think.

The main mystery is solved in each book. You will enjoy the stories more if you read the books in order as some story lines thread from book to book.

Here’s a link to the series: The Oscar the Doxie Detective Mystery Series: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XYTRWYR


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The last couple of months we’ve been battling the flu and colds around our house. My writing has taken a hit, but last week I started creating a new story with the Short Story Challenge. (https://www.facebook.com/groupsshortstorychallengepublishinmarch/) The goal is to finish and publish our stories before March 31st.

In November I signed up for Kindle Unlimited on a special offer – 3 months for 99 cents. I read over 100 books during those three months. Yep, that’s a lot of reading! My husband and I decided to eliminate TV for our lives so we’ve been reading instead.

During all that reading I started to analyze what I liked about the stories and what I didn’t. I thought about what attracted me to certain characters and why other characters were forgettable. I took lots of notes as I read. I’d say all this reading helped me hone and fine tune my own writing skills.
I didn’t renew my Kindle Unlimited – These next months I’m focusing on writing new books and marketing the books I’ve already written. Here’s a link to my Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/Sharon-Michaels/e/B001K7V2K4

BUT if you read several books a month – here’s a link to Amazon’s Kindle Unlimited site – it is $9.99 a month and offers a large variety of reading materials – including magazines and audio. https://www.amazon.com/kindle-dbs/hz/signup?

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Once upon a time…

That’s how I should begin my life story. My story is so extraordinary that sometimes even I can’t believe it really happened. I am a Christmas tree. I come from a long line of Blue Spruces. Mama called me Baby Blue for most of my life. My father, who was a towering twenty foot evergreen and ruler of the clan, simply called me son.

I remember the day, I guess I was about ten years old, when a team of men and women came with trucks and saws to our part of the forest. They searched for hours before they picked my father as the perfect tree to grace the Blue Room of White House as America’s Christmas tree. The family was so proud that we were actually dropping our pine cones with excitement. Every Blue Spruce dreams of growing up and being given such a distinguished honor.

Flash Fiction FridayAs the years passed, the evergreens around me kept growing taller and taller and fuller and fuller. For some reason, I seemed to stay the same. I was shorter and scrawnier than my brothers and sisters. My mother told me not to worry. “Not everyone has room for a big Christmas tree,” she’d lovingly say patting my top branches.

I know her words were supposed to be encouraging, but I felt like I was letting my clan down. I began to doubt my purpose in life. What if I no one ever picked me to be their Christmas tree, what would I do?

About seven years after dad went to the White House, some workers dressed like Santa’s elves drove large trucks in to our forest. This time they started cutting all the Blue Spruces that would become the Christmas trees in living rooms and buildings around the country. It was an exciting day – the day we were born for. I stood in my spot and waited to be cut. Instead, I waved good bye to my brothers and sisters, aunts and uncles and cousins. I cried a little when my mother touched my branches for the last time. “I love you Baby Blue,” she choked back tears as she was driven away with the other Spruces.

I waited for the truck to return. I figured the truck must have been too full to load me too. The truck never came back.

I looked around and could see fallen branches and drying up pine cones on the ground. For as far as I could see, there was empty space. For the first time ever I could see from one end of the forest to the other. All the Blue Spruces were gone, except for me. I was alone – standing in the middle of the forest by myself.

I tried to be brave. I tried not to cry. I tried to be positive and optimistic like mom taught me. When the squirrels, mice and deer came to the field and started sniffing around, I stood as tall as I could. I wanted them to know I was a proud and mighty Blue Spruce. Some of them pointed at me and laughed. One group of rude squirrels gathered in my branches and sneered, “You must be a real loser if they took all the other trees and left you.” I stood as tall as I could and I didn’t let them see my hurt.

After days of being taunted by the animals, my branches began to droop. I shivered when it started to snow. I missed having my family around me for warmth, comfort and encouragement. I have to admit, I was giving up hope of ever being someone’s Christmas tree. Maybe I really was a loser like they said.

Then it happened! I remember every detail. The sky had been gloomy with gray clouds bursting with heavy wet snow. I bet there was at least ten or twelve inches of the white stuff on the ground all around me. Only the top half of my branches were peeking out by the time the last rays of light melted into the darkness. As cold and lonely as I felt, I was pretty sure I wouldn’t last until the spring thaw.

About midnight, I heard jingle bells in the distance. I was confused. Why would there be bells in the middle of the forest so late at night? Then, the full moon peeked out from behind the clouds and I saw them – there were reindeer up in the sky heading my way. At first I thought I must be dreaming. Then the huge sleigh led by a reindeer with a shiny red nose kept coming closer and closer until it stopped right in front of me.

“Ho, ho, ho,” Santa Claus laughed, “I’ve found the perfect tree for my sleigh this Christmas eve.”

What! Could this really be happening?

“Well little Baby Blue,” Santa said, getting out of the sleigh and shaking the snow off my branches, “are you ready to visit all the boys and girls and help me deliver presents?”

“Yes sir!” I shouted in my most confident voice.

With a wave of his hand, Santa had my branches shinning in bright red and green lights. Beautiful tinsel and garland adorned me from top to bottom. I was now Santa’s Christmas tree.

The reindeer, Santa Claus and I traveled the world that night. I was bringing joy and happiness to so many people all over the world. I even got to wave at my mother and relatives as we stopped by the houses where they too were beautifully decorated for the holidays. My mother beamed with pride.

Today I live permanently at the North Pole with Mr. and Mrs. Claus. I guess I must be the happiest Blue Spruce on earth!

Moral of the story: Believe in yourself and never give up hope that your life has value, meaning and purpose. Trust that you have the power to make a positive difference in the lives of others.
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I confess, I’m a shy person. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve learned how to manage my shyness. I bet if we met at a networking event you’d never guess that I, Sara Mitchell, would rather be people watching than mingling. Down deep, I’ve always been too shy to say hi. I share this because over the years my shyness has served me well. Really, I’m not kidding.

Sometimes the right person can be right in front of you, staring you right in the face and looking you right in the eyes, but you’re not ready to see them. Let me tell you a little story with a happy ending and you’ll see what I mean.

Flash Fiction Friday - November 2018

Growing up Sam Mitchell and I were neighbors. We lived next door to each other from the first day of kindergarten until we walked across the stage at our high school graduation. We rode the school bus together, learned to drive together and even worked part time at the same little corner store. BUT, we never dated and we weren’t exactly what you’d call close friends.

Probably like a lot of teenagers I was a bit unsure of myself and didn’t have much self-confidence. My friends called me a bookworm because I’d rather hide out in the school library than go to a pep rally. I was SHY!

Sam on the other hand was Mr. Popular with a capital P. The boy crazy girls swooned over his curly blonde hair, hazel eyes and all American good looks. With his movie star smile and great personality, I knew we couldn’t ever be more than next door neighbors. He was too social and handsome and I was too shy. Once in a while when I was sure he wasn’t looking, I’d give him a side-way glance of appreciation, but that was as much courage as I could muster up.

After high school I went away to college out of state and Sam went to college not far from home. We waved to each other during holiday breaks and still worked at the same little corner store during summer vacations. Still, we never dated and only said a couple of polite words in passing.

Sam went into the service and I got married to a fellow I’d met in college. Years went by and my parents eventually moved away from the neighborhood. I lost touch with my friends.

Fast forward to my twenty year high school reunion. This is where the magic starts and I believe my shyness helped me be ready for the man of my dreams.

Let’s just say the twenty years between high school graduation and our reunion were good to me. I was teaching school and writing children’s books. I’d divorced my college sweetheart after I’d found a few too many lipstick stains on his clothing that didn’t match the my lipstick.

Deciding to go to the reunion alone was definitely coming out of my shy comfort zone. I was determined to make a statement – bookworms can blossom into confident butterflies. The day of the reunion I spent all day getting ready. I bought a blue silk dress that was the same color as my eyes. I got my honey blonde hair cut and styled and even had a professional makeup artist do my makeup. I looked good. I was exuding self-confidence.

Well, it turned out Sam came to the reunion alone too. In fact I guess I’d changed so much from the shy bookworm into a confident butterfly, that no one but Sam recognized me. We sat together at dinner and talked and laughed about growing up next door to one another. By the end of the evening he let me know in no uncertain terms he didn’t want to stay strangers any longer.

Suddenly the self-confident butterfly seemed to shrink back into the shy bookworm. When he asked me out to dinner, I gave him a bogus phone number. Yes, that’s what I said. I gave Sam a fake phone number. I was shocked to realize that when it came to Sam Mitchell, I seem to revert back to being a shy teenager.

A few days later a combination of guilt and better judgment kicked in. I was feeling bad about giving Sam the brush off. I garnered my courage, picked up the phone and dialed his number. I asked him out to dinner. Yep, I asked him out. I’m happy to say we got married five weeks after I made that call and yesterday we celebrated our thirty-fourth wedding anniversary.

Here’s why I am grateful for my shyness. As a teenager I wouldn’t have been mature enough to handle a long-term loving relationship with Sam. I didn’t have the wisdom to nurture a successful marriage. I needed time to discover myself. I needed to believe in myself. I needed to love myself enough so I’d be able to love Sam unconditionally. Today, we are enjoying our senior years in Happy Hills Arizona with our mini-dachshund Oscar. We value our marriage and we value each other.

Yes, I’m still shy, but I don’t think it’s from lack of confidence. I guess I’m basically a people watching bookworm. After all those years of teaching, I’m content to sit back and observe. You know what? Many of the personalities I observe eventually end up as characters in my children’s books.

Sam is still as social and popular as ever and that’s what makes our marriage so strong. I have my strengths and he has his. We complement each other’s personalities – that’s what a good team does. There’s a part of me that is still too shy to say hi, but I don’t care. I am who I am and at this point in life, I don’t plan on changing.
© Copyright 2018 SharonMichaels.com – All Rights Reserved
This is a work of fiction.
None of it is real. All names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Oscar the Doxie Detective Series
I invite you to get all four books in An Oscar the Doxie Detective Mystery Series. You will read more about Sara and Sam Mitchell and their crime solving mini-dachshund Oscar.

An Oscar the Doxie Detective Series

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