Commander Tess Caputo recruited Chief Petty Officer Harriett Bond to handle logistics—ammo, gear, transport, phones. What she didn’t mention was the most perilous task of all: planning the staff Christmas party.
When a single errand spirals into retail warfare—complete with extreme couponers, parking-lot battles, and a rogue feather boa—Harry finds herself conscripted into the most dangerous mission yet: surviving the season without committing a felony.
Backed up (and occasionally mocked) by a team of Tier One operators who’d rather face gunfire than Washington traffic, Harry must battle malls, mobs, and mutinous underwear in a desperate bid to pull Christmas together.
Explosively funny, riotously chaotic, and laced with heart, this holiday caper proves the battlefield isn’t always overseas—it’s the mall parking lot at rush hour.
Perfect for fans of military banter, found-family, chaos and rants. This novella is Bridget Jones-Meets-Jingle All The Way. My Knickers Feel Weird and Other Christmas Calamities is Christmas gone full tactical clusterf**k.