Home for the Holidays! It’s a theme that has long been one of my favorites growing up and especially now that we have our grandson—with another grandson on the way! Holidays have always been a special time of year for me, but I’m not sure if it was the visiting or the baking that I loved more. Visiting with relatives was always fun as a child, but easy too because we lived right next door to my Great Aunt and Uncle and two doors down from my Grandparents. It was the perfect way to grow up, giving us three homes instead of just one. The funny thing is we used to believe mom when she told us she heard Grandma calling us. We never doubted it, we just waved bye and ran out the back door and up the hill. Now that I’m a grandmother, I realize that dear old mom was using it as a ploy to get us out from underfoot. But no matter, we enjoyed the time with Grandma just the same. I’m a homebody and love spending time in my kitchen and playing in the dirt in our gardens…although it’s no longer the time of year…

Beginnings are such fun. I love finding new and amusing ways to introduce new people, it’s something I always look forward to. Part of the fun is realizing that there are intense series readers, casual series readers, and brand new readers and my goal is to keep each of them happy. Intense series readers may remember Tim and Lola’s first meeting, because it occurs late in the third book WAIT UNTIL DARK. “That’s our only backup.” The Major pointed to the crew readying the Combat Search and Rescue bird on the other end of the freezing deck. They all looked over to watch the third crew. Unquestionably SOAR. The way they moved, the gear they wore. These were not folks to be underestimated. They flew into full battle with a gun and a stretcher and were notorious for getting their people back alive. They didn’t have the heavy weapons, but they had door guns and an underslung chain gun and Vulcan cannon. The kind of medic you’d want coming for you. “Their pilot,” Tim yelled just loud enough for John to hear him over the icy wind, “Damn, but she’s hot.” “Don’t get your heart caught.” It was an old…