Authors After Dark

Heard at my house at oh-dark-thirty (specificially 4:30 a.m. this morning).

Husband: "What's this scary looking blonde wig doing here?"

Me: "That's for Eliza Gayle's costume for AAD."

Husband: "I thought some strange new cat had crawled in."

Even in my sleep deprived state, or perhaps because of it, I broke out into hysterical laughter–the kind that keeps creeping back up on you out of nowhere even after you think it's done.

So yes, the point of this post is that the Authors After Dark Reader...