Dear Santa…

I don’t want a pony, or a toy gun or even a new Volvo XC90(this year). All I want is two things.

1. The Seven Traits of Highly Effective Thugs by Tony “the toe” Tucchi

2. To finish this book. Wynn and Julie are driving me bonkers and I’m ready to put them to bed

ahem

I turn and look over my shoulder to find a rather tall man with arresting brown eyes looming over me. He doens’t look happy. And one thing I’ve come to learn in the last three is that an unhappy Wynn is not a good thing. “What are you doing out?”

“As sick as you are of us, just immagine how sick we are of you. Dear Santa, please let her put this book to bed and while you’re at it, could you put us to bed too, because MS. Author here can’t deliver the goods. Methinks she needs some Cialis for writers or maybe a good hard–”

“HEY! This is a PG-13 blog…most of the time. I’m trying but you two sure aren’t making things easy on me. Here it is just three weeks from D-day and you’re letting your brother walk around the complex with a gun and you haven’t a fucking clue what you’re looking for!” I spin around in my chair and cross my arms over my chest. “Let me ask you something. Is the real reason John’s here to dispose of Julie when you’re done?”

He looks at me, his expresson just as grim. “I have no knowledge of any orders pertaining to the disposal of Julie Burt.”

“You know, Wynn, as bad as you need to get laid, John…” I shake my head slowly and shrug. “Sad.”

“Well maybe you should let Tara get her claws into him. Or write his book next.”

“Bite your fucking tongue! I can just see me trying to redeam his cold-blooded ass. What? You think I just call up the Character Union and say, hello, I have a hired killer and he needs love. Send me someone who can bake cookies.”

John’s got a mean sweet tooth.” :D