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Author Chantal Gadoury, be sure to check out all the details below.
Author Chantal Gadoury, be sure to check out all the details below.
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Book Tours. So if you’d like a chance to win, enter in the Rafflecopter at the
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About the Book:
Title: WINTERDREAM
Author: Chantal Gadoury
Pub. Date: November 27, 2018
Publisher: Parliament House Publishing
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Pages: 290
This Christmas Eve… no creature was
stirring…
Except, maybe, a mouse.
At long last, can true love break the Nutcracker’s curse?
For Clara Stahlbaum, this Christmas means the end of her youth. A daughter of
the aristocracy, Clara is expected to give up her dreams of adventures and the
extraordinary for more normal days as the wife of a cruel Viscount.
But when magical Uncle Drosselmeyer returns with his wondrous, dancing
contraptions, and one…special gift for Clara, she is beckoned to the land of
Winter Dream, where she is thrust into the greatest adventure of her wildest
dreams. But will she be able to break the Nutcracker’s curse?
Uncle Drosselmeyer’s apprentice, Anton, is handsome as he is mysterious. But
what is it about him Clara finds so alluring?
Winter Dream is a phenomenal retelling of The Nutcracker from the eyes of Clara
Stahlbaum with all the magic of the Holiday season. If you loved S. Jae-Jones’
Wintersong, you’ll fall in love with this stunning tale of love, war,
redemption, and Christmas magic.
Excerpt:
PROLOGUE
Large, white puffs floated all around
me. Sinking into my flesh with their cold, yet light kisses. Every snowflake
was different, specially crafted before it fell from the sky. They were
beautiful, even as they melted. I tipped my head back to catch the snow as it
fell. I felt as though I was floating through air, caught in a haze of ice
flakes as sugary and sweet as the icing on the gingerbread house my governess
and I had made together.
me. Sinking into my flesh with their cold, yet light kisses. Every snowflake
was different, specially crafted before it fell from the sky. They were
beautiful, even as they melted. I tipped my head back to catch the snow as it
fell. I felt as though I was floating through air, caught in a haze of ice
flakes as sugary and sweet as the icing on the gingerbread house my governess
and I had made together.
I stretched my arms out to my sides,
spinning in place.
spinning in place.
The green forest turned with me, a wood
full of large spruces perfect for Christmas trees. They were decorated as such,
lighted with white candles and draped in silver tinsel. On some, icicles hung
on the tips of the limbs. It was a world in which the snow was like sugar and
the air smelled delicious, like freshly baked cookies. It was perfect—a world
of my own making, if I was capable of crafting something so… wonderful.
full of large spruces perfect for Christmas trees. They were decorated as such,
lighted with white candles and draped in silver tinsel. On some, icicles hung
on the tips of the limbs. It was a world in which the snow was like sugar and
the air smelled delicious, like freshly baked cookies. It was perfect—a world
of my own making, if I was capable of crafting something so… wonderful.
“Clara…”
The sound of my name trilled from a
distance, carried on the cool, winter wind.
distance, carried on the cool, winter wind.
Turning slowly, I peered over my
shoulder, catching a glimpse of a young boy my age. He was dressed in a bright
red suit, adorned with golden epaulettes. His blond hair was brushed away from
his face, revealing two bright blue eyes. His lips, pink as his cheeks, curved
into a smile.
shoulder, catching a glimpse of a young boy my age. He was dressed in a bright
red suit, adorned with golden epaulettes. His blond hair was brushed away from
his face, revealing two bright blue eyes. His lips, pink as his cheeks, curved
into a smile.
“Clara…”
“Yes?” I asked curiously, turning to
face him. As I slid my hands over my cream and ivory lace nightgown, I suddenly
felt quite foolish. My mama had always insisted I never wear my bedclothes in
front of guests or visitors. And yet, here, in this strange and beautiful
world, such things hardly seemed to matter. He took my hand and flashed another
warm smile as he led me to a large, white carriage.
face him. As I slid my hands over my cream and ivory lace nightgown, I suddenly
felt quite foolish. My mama had always insisted I never wear my bedclothes in
front of guests or visitors. And yet, here, in this strange and beautiful
world, such things hardly seemed to matter. He took my hand and flashed another
warm smile as he led me to a large, white carriage.
“Where are we going?” I asked softly,
pausing before the door. The panels were solid ivory, adorned with a golden
handle and step.
pausing before the door. The panels were solid ivory, adorned with a golden
handle and step.
“Winter Dream,” the boy said with a
relieved expression. “Home. Home to Winter Dream.”
relieved expression. “Home. Home to Winter Dream.”
“Winter Dream?”
“I’ve come to take you back, Clara. To
where I am—to where all the people who love you live.”
where I am—to where all the people who love you live.”
“But I don’t know where this Winter
Dream is. I’ve never been there…”
Dream is. I’ve never been there…”
“Come with me,” he beckoned, squeezing
my hand gently. “Come. . .”
my hand gently. “Come. . .”
The snow fell all around us; small
flakes clung to the tips of our hair and eyelashes. As much as I longed to go .
. . there was something holding me back. Something. . .
flakes clung to the tips of our hair and eyelashes. As much as I longed to go .
. . there was something holding me back. Something. . .
As I peered behind me, a small, dark
shadow began to form. It started out small, like the size of a mouse, and it
grew—or was I shrinking? The boy beside me held my hand, and his eyes grew wide
with fear.
shadow began to form. It started out small, like the size of a mouse, and it
grew—or was I shrinking? The boy beside me held my hand, and his eyes grew wide
with fear.
“No!” I screamed, tucking myself into
his shoulder. Whatever it was, I didn’t want to see. I didn’t want to know.
his shoulder. Whatever it was, I didn’t want to see. I didn’t want to know.
“Clara, wait!” I heard him beg, his
urgent tone tugging at my heartstrings. “Come with me, please.”
urgent tone tugging at my heartstrings. “Come with me, please.”
“No! I want to go home!”
As soon as the words poured from my
lips, I woke with a start.
lips, I woke with a start.
Here, there was only me and the four walls
of my bedroom. A sheer sliver of light crept through the space of an open
curtain, sparkling with the bright white of the snow outside. It was quiet, as
if the world had not yet woken. As if I was the only one no longer dreaming
sweet things. Instead, while everyone else slept, I contained the chill of my
own strange dream.
of my bedroom. A sheer sliver of light crept through the space of an open
curtain, sparkling with the bright white of the snow outside. It was quiet, as
if the world had not yet woken. As if I was the only one no longer dreaming
sweet things. Instead, while everyone else slept, I contained the chill of my
own strange dream.
I buried myself beneath the duvet and
hugged my knees to my chest. I was alone, completely and utterly alone.
hugged my knees to my chest. I was alone, completely and utterly alone.
I closed my eyes tight, not wishing to
face that Christmas morning. I wished only for the chance to slip back into my
dream. To return back to that magical world, where a boy with bright blue eyes
was waiting for me. Back to the place where an enchanting land called ‘Winter
Dream’ existed.
face that Christmas morning. I wished only for the chance to slip back into my
dream. To return back to that magical world, where a boy with bright blue eyes
was waiting for me. Back to the place where an enchanting land called ‘Winter
Dream’ existed.
About Chantal:
Amazon Best Selling Author, Chantal
Gadoury, is a 2011 graduate from Susquehanna University with a Bachelor’s
Degree in Creative Writing.
Gadoury, is a 2011 graduate from Susquehanna University with a Bachelor’s
Degree in Creative Writing.
Since graduation, she has published
“The Songs in Our Hearts” with 48Fourteen Publishing, and
“Allerleirauh” with Parliament House Press, with future titles to follow.
Chantal first started writing stories at the age of seven and continues with
that love of writing today.
“The Songs in Our Hearts” with 48Fourteen Publishing, and
“Allerleirauh” with Parliament House Press, with future titles to follow.
Chantal first started writing stories at the age of seven and continues with
that love of writing today.
Writing novels for Chantal has become a
life-long dream come true! When she’s not writing, she enjoys painting,
drinking lots of DD Iced Coffee, and watching Disney classics. Chantal lives in
Muncy, Pennsylvania with her Mom, Sister and furry-‘brother’ (aka, puppy)
Taran.
life-long dream come true! When she’s not writing, she enjoys painting,
drinking lots of DD Iced Coffee, and watching Disney classics. Chantal lives in
Muncy, Pennsylvania with her Mom, Sister and furry-‘brother’ (aka, puppy)
Taran.
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Giveaway Details:
1 winner will win a signed finished copy
of WINTERDREAM, US Only.
of WINTERDREAM, US Only.