We are not amused…

Don’t get me wrong—there was plenty to laugh about when we first arrived in Merry Olde England to watch one of my novels being shot as a TV movie. Alex was delighted with the location (a seventeeth-century manor house), but horrified with the surfer-dude mimbo playing him. I, personally, found the situation hilarious…until the scriptwriter showed up. Dead.

Lights, camera…action! No, not that kind of action. Hmmmm . . . on second thought…

Okay, so things are suddenly getting hot and heavy between Alex and me—and our timing is atrocious as usual, what with the murder and mayhem. Suspects? Don’t get me started. There’s Mr. Contemptuous Director, Ms. Man-Crazy Production Assistant, Mr. Fancy Pants English Actor, Ms. Diva Leading Lady, and…yours truly. Yep, I was seen arguing with the victim right before his unfortunate demise, so I am, as the Brits would say, in a bit of a pickle…