When Fisher's usually rational lover James decides there are ghosts in the attic, Fisher accepts that even the perfect man can have a quirk or two. But as Halloween gets closer, things get weirder, until James is missing and Fisher is left in the dark. Can Fisher deal with what's lurking around the corner?
I live in southern California, the land of no seasons. (Is wind a season?) I live with three dogs, two cats, and some tortoises. I'm married to a firefighter, which is great in the sense that some nights I get the TV all to myself, but not so great in the sense that some nights I have to figure out what to do when the washer starts leaking. (Or when there's a bat in the house, which is a thing that happened when he was working.)
Most of my books are centered around the firehouse. When you spend a lot of time around firemen, you write what you know! And what's hotter than a fireman?