My dearest Poseurini, Poseuropeans, and Poseurinary Tract Infections:

During this past year, many of you have written to ask:

Will there be another Poseur book?

I've received emails from all walks of life. From Annas, Kiaras, Sharons and Amelias. From Chanels, Lindas, Graces, and Chrissandras. From Mackenzies, Olivias, Haileys, and Saras.

The list goes ON and ON.

Of course, I realize none of these girls actually exist. I'm not dumb. The true author of these emails is SO OBVIOUSLY Zachary David Alexander Efron, who – for reasons perhaps mysterious even to himself – has chosen to disguise himself as a complex series of teenage girls. Well, FINE.

"Lara."

If that's how you want to play it, "Kelli."

Happy to answer your oh-so-pressing question…

"Deborah."

THERE WILL NOT BE A FIFTH POSEUR BOOK.

I know. I KNOW. I'm as shocked as you are. I can't even write the words without hacking tiny mouse skulls into my lap.

For the last eleven months, I have scanned the expansive desert skies for the straggly-feathered, chronically gassy, and compulsively punning stork responsible for delivering the next Poseur novel:

Stork #1: Farted during the taking of this photo

But he hasn't shown up, my lovelies. HE JUST HASN'T SHOWN.

So, I ask you – what else can I do? I mean, yeah. I guess I could buckle down and write another Poseur Novel…

But that's not really my process.

If it makes you feel better, I am in talks with another stork.

In-Yo-Face Uber-Stork: Job Creator

And, as you can see, this stork is NOTHING like the other stork. This stork is SLEEK and ROBUST. He's a straight shooter. He's read "The Secret." He eats bricks for breakfast and never complains about his digestion.

And he promises to deliver the best book ever. A book just as explosive, just as raw and unflinching, as Poseur ever was.

Let the countdown begin.

xoxo Rachel