A Hotshot Christmas
I wanted to end the year with a bang. This was to be my last Hotshot short story, my last Firehawks short story, and actually, my last Firehawks tale of any kind—the last Firehawks novel, Wild Fire, was written earlier and released only a dozen days after this story.
I had made one previous attempt at a Hotshot Christmas story, The Firelights of Christmas, and I definitely wanted to try another. Leavenworth, Washington is a delightful tourist village—pleasant enough that I’ve considered moving there a couple of times. And the most fun time of year there is Christmas.
I wanted to celebrate that. I wanted to roll around in it and have fun.
My answer?
I dropped a character into the midst of the scene who hates the town and the crowds and Christmas and…
She’s not Ms.
