Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

…there’s nothing quite so cleansing as a bluudy, good, healthy disgorgement of havoc and mayhem… I’ll invite yeez in advance to forgive me, readers of a delicate disposition… for I have sinned… comes with the Author’s territory… we crime fiction scribblers have these frequent outbursts of anti-social activity… out of the window goes all thought of moral compass… any vestige of human decency dispelled to the wind… all’s fair in LUV and War… and in a quill-scraper’s narratives… over the past week, my confessional list runs apace with the best that Master Al Capone indulged in a busy spell… at the last reckoning, there must have been at least a grand theft, two attempted murders, three assassinations, four attacks involving grievous bodily harm, five more attempted killings… and a partridge in a pear tree… pause for breath… y’see, for a Crime Writer’s credibility to stand the light…