What A Holiday Can Feel Like: Chanukah, #1

By Alex Turner

It's Becca's first Chanukah without her mother. Her kids have grown and gone, and although she's planning a big found family gathering, she can't seem to get herself off the couch.

Enter Leah, her neighbor and occasional savior of Becca's wayward daughter. She brings homemade latkes to lighten Becca's burden, but that's not all she can do to remind them both what holidays can feel like.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alex Turner
• Release date: Dec 13, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393978817

Alex Turner

Alex Turner writes queer romance novels whenever they’re not playing basketball, reading, or pretending to be good at video games. They can also frequently be found holding hands with their wife and babbling about astrophysics while stargazing.

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What A Holiday Can Feel Like

Chanukah, Volume 1

Alex Turner

Published by Alex Turner, 2019.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

WHAT A HOLIDAY CAN FEEL LIKE

First edition. December 13, 2019.

Copyright © 2019 Alex Turner.

ISBN: 978-1393978817

Written by Alex Turner.

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The last thing Becca wanted to do this year was celebrate. Her mother’s funeral had only been ten months earlier, and her ex had left only a month after that. Being there for a woman in grief might have been okay, her ex had said, but being there for two grieving twenty-somethings, as well?

Those grieving twenty-somethings are my children, and they’ve barely had time to breathe since their grandmother died, let alone mourn. And neither have I, Becca had said. She’d restrained herself from begging, though. Begging