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The craving for a mocha latte with extra mocha was pretty intense, and after dealing with the kids all day, I needed a little me-time. I decided to stop by my favorite coffee shop closest to my house and work on an outline for my next book while slurping down a delicious caffeinated liquid—or two. I just wanted peace and quiet, even though I could see the shop was more crowded than I liked; at least no one was screaming “mommy” every two seconds.

Pay attention to the house rules to survive the night in House of Timor. Not all who enter can leave. *No part of this story is to be duplicated or shared without the author's written consent.*

Christmas was almost here. It’s my favourite time of year! I love the season's antics. Each room gets decorated with blues, silvers, reds, and greens. The intoxicating scent of pine from the freshly cut tree fills the air. Sara loves to spray that matching air freshener around the house until New Year’s Eve. Brian always tells her to ease up on it; after all, they live in a home, not a forest! But I don’t mind it, nor do the kids—Lizzy and Lucas, five-year-old twins who love