Dear Santa,

I can’t believe it is that time of year for my annual Dear Santa letter. I’ve tried to be very good this year, because I know you like good girls. I wrote a couple fantastic books called Throwing a Kink in the Kidnapping and Going Down at the Dock. Well, I might have become a little naughty though, because there are a lot of naughty sex scenes in them. I tried really hard to write the best that I can, and I think that should count for something.

Besides, have you heard? Naughty is the new nice this year!

Before I get to the gifts I want, I’d like to ask you to bless my friend’s wishes, good health, prosperity, and love. I’ve met some wonderful people this year. The folks at Loose Id and Breathless Press have been wonderfully supportive. My editors Morgan Fayne and Raynene should get their hearts desires.

Now about my list…I’m thinking I’ve been a little too naughty this year. Maybe you could stop by the house on Christmas Eve and hand me my coal-black-thigh-high-boots yourself? I’ll have the cookies ready.

Love,

Abby Wood