received a B.A. in Creative Writing, with a minor in art. She is a member of
Sigma Tau Delta, The International English Honor Society, as well as ANWA, the
American Night Writers Association.
Karlie is interested in all things magical and
mysterious, especially elves and dragons. She is an avid fan of J.R.R. Tolkien
and J.K. Rowling.
When not writing, Karlie can often be found
drawing, baking, watching her favorite old school shows, or just spending time
with her family. She currently resides in Dallas, Texas with her
husband and a cat named Kally
alone become Santa’s Emergency Replacement. It was a job she never wanted but
couldn’t turn down, thanks to Clarence, Santa’s right hand man. Now, Marie has
to work with Clarence, who believes she is some kind of criminal who will cause
the destruction of everything he holds dear.
Trying to prove that he’s wrong, Marie keeps making mistakes that push them
even further apart. It doesn’t help that she has a past she’d rather keep
hidden. However, trying to keep her past where it should belong isn’t easy.
Just when Marie starts to feel like things are coming together, a madman with a
bone to pick, and Christmas to ruin, threatens the whole of the North Pole
Organization. Marie must rely on Clarence and her new friends to help her face
her past before Christmas is gone forever. But does she have the courage to
truly be herself when it could mean losing everything?
she’d been pummeled. She tried to roll over and winced. The sensation reminded
her of… No, she wouldn’t think about that. At least this time she hadn’t been
falling, a small boon to how she really felt. She tried to move again and
managed to dislodge several boxes. The light overhead shone through the opening
created from the resulting box movement. She had to squint at the sudden glare;
sure it hadn’t been on earlier. It took some effort to move out from under the rest
of the boxes, and her limbs felt like jello once she was done.
hurt. Her head hurt. She could feel several deep bruises forming up and down
her arms and legs, and wished her head would stop spinning.
stand. Her legs wobbled like soft rubber and she had to put out a hand for
support. She didn’t think anything was broken and felt glad for that small
favor, but her legs folded up under her and she went down. Her vision swam and
she blacked out.