Every Sunday I share Six Sentences from one of my books or current WIP
This week we’re celebrating Christmas in July with an excerpt from Son of Krampus.
“Welcome,” she called, then touched a button on her headset while declaring, “to the SOB.”
“S-O-B?” Emeric repeated.
“Santa Operating Base. And yes, he finds it hilarious.” She was a bright light beaming more radiant than any star. And here he’d pictured her with harsh makeup, her hands bundled behind her back as she paced back and forth inspecting the troops. Dare he think it, but she almost looked like a girl come Christmas morning and the thought was causing him to smile as well.