Research package from Sheila arrived. Now I don’t have to read the Bad Book tonight — I have a Linda Howard, a Kay Hooper, and two Iris Johansens to pick from. Saved from what I suspect might have been a fate worse than death for me and the Bad Book’s hero. Or heroine. What the hell, maybe they deserved each other — I didn’t like either one of them when I started the thing.
Hot damn!
