The Grocery Store.
Yup, earlier this week a writing friend and I did groceries together. What better way to kill two birds with one stone--brainstorm murder and mayhem, and okay, romance, too, AND stock the cupboards.
The trouble began as we were walking into the store, and I told my friend that I could kill her father. [meaning the heroine's father, of course]
My friend stopped dead in her
Published on January 12, 2012 21:01