BOOK TOUR SPOTLIGHT & GIVEAWAY: The Naughty List by L.A. Kelley
The Naughty List
by L.A. Kelley
Not your mama’s yuletide tale unless she drank too much egg nog or was born with a cheeky sense of humor.
Murder, mystical artifacts, an invisible demon with anger management issues, and an overbearing cupid—not what Rosalie Thatcher wished for on her Christmas list.
The holidays had always been a magical time for Rosalie, but not this year. Stephanie, her new manager at Penrose’s Department Store, is determined to make this season the most profitable in the store’s history, even if it sucks the life out of every employee. Introducing arbitrary rules and stealing the affections of Anthony, the cute temp Santa, were bad enough, but forcing Rosalie into the stupid elf hat was the worst. The worst, that is, until she meets a real E.L.F. (Elemental Life Form) named David and gets lassoed into a desperate hunt for the stolen Naughty and Nice List. Rosalie and David must dodge a murderous invisible demon and recover the missing artifact before hellhounds track them down. The couple race against time for without the magical guidance of the Naughty and Nice List, the world will tumble toward eternal chaos.
with the author, L.A. Kelley
Cocoa or coffee?
Cocoa…with marshmallows…and sprinkles…and more marshmallows…and cookies…but not any of those nasty cookies with jelly in the center. At least two varieties must contain chocolate.
Wrapping Paper or Gift Bags?
Gift Bags. Seriously, I didn’t know they still sold wrapping paper. People in my house are lucky to get a gift that’s not in a shopping bag and I’ve remembered to remove the tags.
Candy Canes or Christmas Cookies?
See answer to Cocoa or Coffee above
Spiked punch or nonalcoholic?
Nonalcoholic, but with bubbles please
O Holy Night or Silent Night?
O Holy Night done by a flash mob.
Socks or Slippers?
I live in Florida, so it’s bare feet, baby
Decorate early or last minute?
Christmas Eve…throw a handful of tinsel on the tree…Booyah! Done. Let’s have cookies.
Pie or cake?
Pie in any flavor except mincemeat. Even the name is gross. Also, no pie with raisins. They’re gross, too.
About the Author
L. A. Kelley is married with three children and lives in Florida where the heat and humidity have driven everyone slightly mad. She writers fantasies with adventure, romance, humor, and a touch of sass. She never cleans under her sofa. In her spare time she reports Big Foot sightings to the Florida Department of Fish and Wildlife. They are heartily sick of hearing from her.