Or maybe that's just me. I come from a summer country. We don't really do cold in Australia. Our winters are mild and uninspiring. There's no chance of getting snowed into a deserted forest cabin with a hot bodyguard, for instance, or kissing under the mistletoe (what's mistletoe, anyway?) or romantic trysts by the fire on bearskin rugs.
Having just lived through an alleged English 'summer', I have a whole new appreciation for Australian seasons. Aussies measure sunshine in 'sunny days per year'. Here, they measure it in hours per year. I kid you not. Brits pray for sunshine, and when it comes, they bask in it with what I can only describe as desperation. They have to cram all their fun – festivals, vacations, parties, outdoor activities – into this tiny, bleak window between July and September. You can't organize anything without Plan B, entitled In Case It Rains… and honestly, who are they kidding? They should be making Plan B in case it doesn't rain. How the English ever invented cricket – a game where you stop playing when it's wet – is beyond me.
So yeah, maybe I've lived a charmed, summery life ☺ but all my books are set in summer, or at least in the heat. In my Shadowfae series, Melbourne is in the grip of a never-ending, scorching summer… because hey, that’s what you get when you let a demon prince run your town! My upcoming book REVELATION is set in New York during the biblical Apocalypse, which begins with a bay full of blood during one stinking-hot summer… and it only gets hotter from there!
For me, summer—real summer—is sexy. Winter is all drizzle and thermal underwear. Ugh.
So are you a winter person, or a summer person? Do you love the heat, or dread it?
P.S. A quick plug for my sexy new vampire short story for Kindle, HUNTER'S BLOOD. It's set during a steaming hot Halloween, when the barrier between hell and earth is at its thinnest… and a pair of vampire demon-hunters face their toughest foe yet: falling in love. You can check it out here. Thanks!


