Some ideas sound brilliant when they first pop into your head. This was one of them. The Green Room was supposed to be simple. A quiet little corner of my website where readers could stop by once a month to catch up on what I was working on, meet some of the characters from my books, and maybe get a little behind-the-scenes gossip. Fun. Relaxed. Controlled. I really should have known better. Especially when Frankie found out about it. “Excuse me?” I looked up from my laptop.