There's nothing I'd rather be doing this time of year then singing Christmas carols while I trim my tree, and snuggling next to my man Alex while we watch “It's a Wonderful Life” for the umpteenth time. But this season, it seems some Grinch with a really bad sense of humor is delivering packages of rotting rats and death threats to me and the other authors who contributed to the mystery collection No Secret Anymore.

Sure, even I'll admit the book was terrible. But why can't this sicko just go to the bookstore and get a refund? It's Christmas, buddy—not Halloween! But then Jonathan West—the brainchild of No Secret Anymore—turns up dead, and me and Alex aren't so sure anymore that the murderer is a just a disgruntled reader. . .

Jonathan had finally completed a new novel, which his agent claimed to be his best. This leads us to think maybe a jealous rival is the killer—that is, until two of Jonathan's obsessed fans surface. So now the we're scrambling to solve this mystery before eight writers—including yours truly—don't live to see the New Year...