So, I have know Mariah Stewart for a long time, since we both wrote for Pocket Books many moons ago. Up until today, I considered her a friend and a lovely woman.

Now, I know she's evil.

We were chatting on the phone this morning about our books (we both write small town contemporary romance for Ballantine) and then we talked about our families. She has a new grandson and I'm expecting my first grandchild--also a boy--next month. It was a lovely conversation.

Then, shortly after we hung up, the evil woman sent me the email. I open it to find a link to her favorite children's store. She urges me to look at the sale pages. Great quality! Great sale prices, she says.

It was bad. Very, very bad.

I think I'm going to LOVE being Nana. My pocketbook, not so much. And with friends like Mariah Stewart...sigh. ;)

But you should see this little romper with the tricycle on it...