I think summer is trying to kill me

Dear Book Friends,

Can we all agree that there’s something especially unfair about getting sick in the summer? If I’m going to have a cold, I’d at least like the weather to match. Instead, it’s been hot, humid, and just miserable enough that even thinking feels like too much effort.

Luckily, I managed to escape for a few days and head into the mountains. It was cooler and quieter and green.

There was something about standing among the trees, breathing mountain air, and remembering that the world is actually kind of beautiful when it’s not trying to melt you.

Of course, vacations have this annoying habit of ending.

So now I’m back in the city, back to the heat, back to writing, and back to wondering if my air conditioner deserves some sort of lifetime achievement award.

Not that I’m complaining too much.

Summer has a funny way of slowing everything down. The afternoons feel longer. The evenings stretch on forever. And somehow I find myself daydreaming more.

Which, admittedly, is dangerous for someone who writes books.

One innocent “what if...” is usually all it takes before I’m opening a new document instead of finishing the one I already have.

It’s a problem. A fun problem. But definitely a problem.

So while I’m hiding indoors with iced tea, tissues, and entirely too many story ideas, I want to know—

If you could escape anywhere for a weekend, where would you go? The mountains? A beach? A little cabin with no Wi-Fi?

Or are you happiest staying home with a good book and the air conditioning turned all the way up?

Hit reply and let me know. I’m always looking for ideas... even if they’re just imaginary vacations for now.

Happy reading,

Cali

p.s. If anyone has discovered the secret to not catching a summer cold, I’m accepting wisdom. Or magic. I’ll take either.

p.s.s. If you're looking for a little summer escape, Reckless by Mia Harlan and me has you covered. Think: a tropical island, a hot rock band, and one accidental stowaway. It's a steamy, standalone reverse harem that's perfect for a weekend read.

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