Allison, oh ugh! Hacks up her sister right after my breakfast! You’re scary, Allison! In a good way, of course

Deb, I really want to get your books, unfortunatly I don’t get to the chain bookstores as often as I’d like. What REALLY irritates me is I strolled through a Borders last week while shopping and FORGOT to look for your book. I wanted to smack myself.

Wow, Allison, that would make a suprise-packed book! And that’s just evil for this guy to make the poor woman walk outside in her underwear! Poison her parakeet? Man, Allison, are you sure you passed the test?

Okay, here’s my scenario . . . she’s half-in-love with this guy, doesn’t know who he is . . . tall, dark, sexy, mysterious . . . and he’s a killer. He wants her sister to die, but doesn’t want to get his hands “dirty” so-to-speak. He feeds our poor woman a drug at the funeral that slowly turns her temporarily insane . . . he calls her on the phone and gives her verbal commands to do odd things, like walk outside in her underwear or poison her parakeet. He also keeps her thinking about him, wanting him, and when he feels the time is right . . . he gives her the command to kill her sister.

When she realizes what she did, she has a nervous breakdown. She’s committed to a hospital for the criminally insane. The third sister, the blacksheep who didn’t go to her mother’s funeral for some reasons of her own, comes back to town to find out what happened to her family, and meets the tall, dark, sexy stranger . . . but she’s suspicious by nature. She should be. She used to be a criminal herself, but now works undercover for the FBI taking down those she used to work with . . .

Wow. I think I’m getting an idea for a book . . .

Reenie, pretty cool when you flunk a test and that turns out to be a good thing, huh?

Edie, cross dressing sister…ROFL! I hadn’t thought of that, but sure, I can see it.

Oh Deb, Deb, Deb! Too funny that you passed! And now I’m even more anxious to get your book. I went to a friend’s Grand Opening of her little bookstore, just sure she’d have your book. She did–but sold it before I got there! I’ll get your book! I’ll get your books soon!

Cele, you are very special, just not Killer Special! I don’t remember my mom calling me special or normal, but she called me by my dog’s name a lot. Duke was a ugly but lovable Boxer. Hmmm, I might not want to think about that too much, LOL