Here's the premise for Nutcases: It's the year 2033. Since so many people have developed allergies to peanuts in this century, the government has banned peanuts and all peanut-related products, including (*gasp*) peanut butter. Side note: I think that was the most anyone has ever used the word 'peanut' in a sentence. Well, as you can imagine, Morgan, my heroine, refuses to live in a world without PB. So, with the help of my hero, Clark, they build their own peanut-butter-making machine in the secret basement of her home and begin the business of bootlegging. Also, they share a few pb kisses, etc, etc.
And here's an excerpt, continuing from where we left off:
“I just wish I’d found you sooner, when The Final Crunch Down first happened.”
He blinked hard and drew away from her again, like it was taking every ounce of his control not to be near her. “It was over two years ago, but, golly. It feels like yesterday to me. I still have nightmares about it.”
“God, yes.” She loved him for being here and for understanding her and for wearing dark-wash jeans that fit him like a glove. "Clark, I know you just got here, and we hardly know each other, but…would you like to see my basement?”
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I made it home for the holidays yesterday, driving through snow and rain and sleet and slush to get here, but I feel so happy and relaxed now that I'm in my favourite place on earth. I'm surrounded by snow, family, and beautiful Christmas decorations. This time of year is so magical for me. Wishing you and yours a wonderful holiday season and a happy new year too! Be safe if you're travelling. Take a moment to enjoy the little things--the sound of laughter, hot chocolate and marshmallows, bows, and mistletoe. Love to you all! :)