CONFESSIONS OF AN AUTHOR

Take three wacky aunts, two talking animals, one nervous bride, and an upcoming hit, and you’ve got the follow-up to JB Lynn’s wickedly funny Confessions of a Slightly Neurotic Hitwoman

Knocking off a drug kingpin was the last thing on Maggie Lee’s to-do list, but when a tragic accident leaves her beloved niece orphaned and in the hospital, Maggie will go to desperate lengths to land the money needed for her care.

But the drug kingpin is the least of her worries. Maggie’s aunts are driving her crazy, her best friend’s turned into a bridezilla…and a knock on the head has given Maggie Dr. Dolittle abilities—she can talk to animals. Unfortunately, they talk back.

It’s just another day in the life of this neurotic hitwoman…

 That’s the premise of FURTHER CONFESSIONS OF A SLIGHTLY NEUROTIC HITWOMAN. Here are some confessions from its author, JB Lynn:

1) Yes, I ALWAYS wanted to be a writer. ALWAYS.

2) No, I don’t always write about what I know. I’ve never killed anyone. I don’t believe my pets talk to me. (I believe they sometimes try, but I don’t understand them.) I don’t have three aunts.

3) I don’t write only when I’m inspired. If I waited until I was inspired, I’d never finish anything. Inspiration comes in wonderful little bursts, but the real writing of a book comes in the daily work…and it IS work.

4) I’d like to befriend some of my characters, tell some of them off, and I’ve even been known to develop a crush on one or two.

5) I interact with my characters all the time: when I’m driving, when I’m doing the dishes, when a real life person is chattering away at me and I’m staring off into space.

6) Hearing from readers is a rush. I don’t write amazing literature. I’m not trying to make people wrestle with deep thoughts. I’m just trying to tell a story, transport them to another world/life and keep them entertained for a few hours. When readers write to tell me that I’ve done that, the sense of satisfaction is immense.

7) I still write by hand, usually with purple ink.

8) I’m more comfortable sharing my work with complete strangers rather than people I know.

9) I know a little bit about a lot of stuff, but there’s no subject I’m an “expert” on.

10) I tend to forget what I’ve written. If I were to pick up a book I wrote a year ago, there’d be entire scenes I won’t recall. I assume this is because I’m always moving on to the next thing.

To learn more about  JB Lynn, please visit: www.jblynn.com

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Take three wacky aunts, two talking animals, one nervous bride, and an upcoming hit, and you’ve got the follow-up to JB Lynn’s wickedly funny Confessions of a Slightly Neurotic Hitwoman

Knocking off a drug kingpin was the last thing on Maggie Lee’s to-do list, but when a tragic accident leaves her beloved niece orphaned and in the hospital, Maggie will go to desperate lengths to land the money needed for her care.

But the drug kingpin is the least of her worries. Maggie’s aunts are driving her crazy, her best friend’s turned into a bridezilla…and a knock on the head has given Maggie Dr. Dolittle abilities—she can talk to animals. Unfortunately, they talk back.

It’s just another day in the life of this neurotic hitwoman…

For links to purchase her books, please visit: http://www.harpercollins.com/authors/38895/JB_Lynn/index.aspx

Excerpt: FURTHER CONFESSIONS OF A SLIGHTLY NEUROTIC HITWOMAN

“I see a disco ball in your future.” Armani Vasquez, the closest thing I had to a friend at Insuring the Future, delivered this pronouncement right after she sprinkled a handful of candy corn into her Caesar salad.

Disgusted by her food combination, I pushed my own peanut butter and jelly sandwich away. “Really? A disco ball?”

If you’d told me a month ago that I’d be leaning over a table in the lunchroom, paying close attention to the bizarre premonitions of my half-crippled, wannabe-psychic coworker, I would have said you were crazy.

But I’d had one hell of a month.

First there had been the car accident. My sister Theresa and her husband, Dirk, were killed; my three-year-old niece, Katie, wound up in a coma; and I ended up with the ability to talk to animals. Trust me, I know exactly how crazy that sounds, but it’s true … I think.

On top of everything else, I inadvertently found myself hurtling down a career path I never could have imagined.

I’m now a hitwoman for hire. Yes, I kill people for money … but just so you know, I don’t go around killing just anyone. I’ve got standards. The two men I killed were bad men, very bad men.