Frosty Blues: A Westbrook Blues Novella (Westbrook Blues #3.5)

Silent night. Truth night.
All is blue.
All is simmering, waiting to blow up.
Be still and sleep in peace? Not here. Not with them.
They don’t forget. They don’t forgive. And they don’t give a damn.
Ready the cannons and missiles, the troops are in formation because these boys… they’re frosty but the girls? Well, let’s just say it’s the most wonderful time of the year to let go of old wounds.
Right?