Day 19. M.S. Kaye. I believe in Santa Claus.

I Believe in Santa Claus.

Belief in Santa Claus means human beings still have a soul, a collective deeper meaning and belief system. Believing in God means you believe our existence isn’t an accident and that there is a supreme being, but believing in Santa means you believe, not only in a higher power, but in a better way of doing things. Santa, a human man, not a god, lives solely to give, to cause happiness in others, strangers. He understands the beauty of the innocence of children—as well as the need to expect good behavior and self-control. His ideals are simple and make sense. We need more ideals like that.

I believe in Santa Claus, in the idea that men like that exist, that we as people can be truly caring and give without the expectation of receiving anything in return. I need to believe that. Maybe Santa doesn’t wear a red suit and live at the North Pole—but he’s out there somewhere. And, heck, maybe he is at the North Pole. Why not?

Take a look at my newest book, Once, a story written with the belief the impossible is possible.

Once cover art

Once

by M.S. Kaye

Her first and also her Once.

 Jonathan is studying to become a priest. He is three days from taking vows. He will not be a priest.

 Rebecca’s major is pre-law. She is supposed to take over her father’s law firm. She will not be lawyer.

Their paths cross at exactly the right moment, when each most needs to hear what the other has to say. Jonathan’s structured life is turned sideways, but Rebecca also helps him learn how to forgive himself. It was self-defense, not murder.

Rebecca finds the strength to stand up to her father, to be the real her. If Jonathan likes her writing, it must be worth pursuing.

They must each struggle to forge a new path without each other’s comfort and strength, with only memories of the one day that changed everything.

Excerpt:

“What’s the answer?”

He paused. “A switchblade.”

With my fingertips, I reached out and traced the scar across his cheek. “Did you win?”

He removed my hand and closed his eyes. “Yes.”

I slid his Book back to him. “This says we can find forgiveness.”

His eyes still closed, his jaw clenched. He bowed his head. “It also says ‘Thou shalt not kill.’”

I took his hand in both of mine, petted his rough skin, and then brought it to my lips. He had a talent for guiding invisibly, but I didn’t know how to do that.

He watched me again. His eyes were intense, like the black of the night sky, and his forehead was furrowed, as if his emotions were scattered, as if he was shocked at my reaction, as if he had been sure his answer would drive me away. But I knew him. Already, I knew him.

“You’re still a good person,” I said.

His jaw clenched. “I’ve been trying to believe that.”

“I have faith in you.”

He continued to watch me. His forehead never smoothed, as if he was fighting for strength, but his eyes softened. He slid around the booth, closer to me.

I didn’t move, not sure what to do, what was right, what he wanted.

He leaned closer.

I only watched him.

He touched his lips to my cheek, the faintest pressure. I struggled to sit still, to keep my hands in my lap, not to grab hold of him. And then his lips were gone, such brief contact that I couldn’t be sure if he had actually kissed my cheek or if I wanted his contact so much that I imagined it.

He spoke in my ear. “You must be some kind of final test.”

My heart pounded into my ribs, against the point of the blade. “Are you going to pass?”

His lips brushed against my jaw. “I don’t know.”

He trailed to my neck, his mouth softly pressing. My hand curled into his hair, the other on his shoulder, holding, clutching. His mouth found mine, barely touching. His warmth invaded my head.

“God give me strength,” he murmured.

The door slid open, and the compartment filled with laughter.

He closed his eyes. Then he slid away from me.

Buy Links:

Jupiter Gardens Press (Publisher – all formats): http://jupitergardenspress.com/shop/once/

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Once-MS-Kaye-ebook/dp/B00GIQ1ZMW/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1384128071&sr=1-2&keywords=once+kaye

Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/once-ms-kaye/1117344541?ean=2940149002115

M. S. Kaye author picAuthor Bio

 

M. S. Kaye is a 4th degree black belt and certified instructor of Songahm Taekwondo. A transplant from Ohio, she resides with her husband Corey in Jacksonville, FL, where she does her best not to melt in the sun.

Contact M. S. Kaye at:

www.BooksByMSK.com

www.Facebook.com/BooksByMSK

Twitter: @mskosciuszko

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7222522.M_S_Kaye

Also available from M.S. Kaye:

Fight Princess: Caught in an investigation of a mysterious murder, a female underground fighter from a high society family learns how to accept love.

Amazon – http://amzn.to/15xQX8O

iBooks – http://bit.ly/17Asczv
Barnes & Noble – http://bit.ly/1abP1LC
Liquid Silver Books (publisher – all formats) – http://bit.ly/172SszA

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7 thoughts on “Day 19. M.S. Kaye. I believe in Santa Claus.

  1. What an awesome concept for Once. I love it! You have me hooked. And as for Santa? This year was a big one for trying to reintroduce the believe again for my 5-year old. Not because he doesn’t believe, but because he’s had a horrible time at school and doesn’t believe he deserves Santa. Ach, its heartbreaking, but we are getting there with him. Merry Christmas!

  2. Wonderful post and excerpt, M.S. I believe in Santa too, certainly in the spirit of giving and of Xmas. I wish we had more Santas in the world, frankly. Good luck with your book- it sounds amazing. Merry Xmas to you, and to you, Daisy!

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