“That’s racist, right?” Brian who was himself half-Australian looked behind them. “That’s gotta be racist… or something… Astral-o-phobic… or… just plain rude!”
Christmas time in Australia.
Alex has decided to get Brian a present.
Brian, however, can't resist the big red button.
Now how is Alex going to keep Brian from getting arrested and deported?
Steve has decided to cook Kenny Christmas Lunch.
It goes about as well as Kenny expects
One day, one day, poor Kenny will get a quiet day of peace.
Merry Christmas
Operation: Mistletoe Mayhem
ACT I: THE FORTRESS OF SOLITUDE
The Northern Beaches estate was so quiet Kenny could hear the hum of the refrigerator two rooms over. It was a low, steady note, like the house itself was breathing. For Kenny Jensen, this wasn’t just silence. It was a physical space inside his head where the static finally stopped.
With Alex and Brian gone in that roaring green Jag—leaving behind a faint scent of vanilla and the echo of Brian’s terrible singing—Kenny
Operation: Southern Sleigh Ride
ACT I: THE BRITISH RACING GREEN BEAST
The sun over Sydney wasn’t just hot; it was an aggressive, blinding declaration of war on Northern Hemisphere sentimentality. It hammered the terracotta tiles of the Northern Beaches estate, bleached the sky to a pale, searing blue, and made the air quiver with heat. December here smelled of crushed eucalyptus, salt spray, and the peppery scent of frangipani—nothing like the pine-and-woodsmoke Christmas
You are right, disinformation has a grip on the Canadian side. CSIS doesn't know yet (it's only been a few hours, the Royal Navy don't have Andrew yet, so they aren't sure if the report is true)
One of the key problems in this scenario is that they Americans control the encryption keys. Any attempt to contact Canada without end to end encryption will be intercepted. And so a call to say Andrew is ok (which neither MI5 nor CSIS can verify) could put Andrew in imminent danger of recapture, or more likely, get him shot.
The Americans aren't standing down, they're just holding their attack.
Will has no way of knowing what's going on in the US, all he can see is a Steel gauntlet pulled back ready to punch them.
Chapter Eighteen
Sunday, December 22nd, 2019. 10:45 P.M. EST.
WORLD END: T-minus 79 days, 22 hours, and 15 minutes.
24 Sussex Drive, Ottawa
The house was breathing.
That was the only way Jacob could describe it. The official residence of the Prime Minister, usually a place of stiff protocol and hushed footsteps, had transformed over the last forty-eight hours into something living, groaning, and deeply unhappy.
The heritage heating system was fighting a losing batt
First book I ever had published. It's older than Army.
My friend Jayson paid for it to get published in an act of stunning generosity. Earned me a solid two grand in royalties, and is still in print out there. It remains one of my favorite stories, and one of my favorite couples from my books.
Part 1: The Inciting Incident
It was raining. Not the dramatic, torrential downpour that you saw in movies where the hero kisses the girl (or boy) and everyone gets soaking wet but looks fabulous. No, this was the standard British drizzle: a persistent, grey, soul-sucking dampness that had settled over Hailsham like a wet wool blanket since mid-November and showed no signs of lifting until at least April.
Scott Walker stood at the bay window of Number Seventeen Meadow Road, star
A Return of the Sun Christmas Special
Luke wants to hide, run, bury himself... be anywhere but near ANOTHER of his boyfriend Scott's mad schemes.
This time the golden retriever turned crazed American wants to up end Christmas!
Luke is giving serious thoughts to arresting him and finally having some peace and quiet!!!
Ho-Ho... wait... who turned out the lights? OH!