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It turned cold over night here. I made a chilly run down to the end of the driveway to get the paper, then hurried through windshield scraping while the car heater struggled to pump out warm air. Now I’m back at the computer, feeling toasty and writing about summer.

I started this new book in August when the livin’ was easy, but had to lay it aside to do copy editing and proofing of another book. Now I’m two thirds of the way through a new action adventure story that takes place in the Hamptons in July. (For you landlubbers, The Hamptons have the best beaches in Long Island.)

So this morning I’m writing about a midnight clam bake that goes really wrong. Never invite a psychopath to a cookout. My heroine is wearing short shorts and a tank top, I’m wearing jeans, two sweaters and my furry UGGs.

That’s the great thing about fiction. It can take you where ever you want to go. What do you like to read when it’s cold outside?