“Did I tell you that I finished Teddy’s book? It’s niche but I think my core readers will appreciate the growth he goes through.” Knox made it sound like he’d writtenGone with the Windinstead of the dirtiest book ever...and the sexiest...and the most epic.
Okay, so maybe it was the erotic sci-fi version ofGone with the Wind...just with more romance.
“Oh my fucking god.” Her tone said she knew what the stumbling block in Teddy’s story had been. “You didn’t?”
“No, Rohan did.” Knox’s response got a frustrated groan from her. “I was asleep, so technically I did nothing but orgasm.”
The whole thing was so funny I was shaking with silent laughter. Lori couldn’t decide if she wanted to play shocked innocent or curious dirty best friend and she just kept stuttering. “I—you—that—”
“I know.” Knox’s sigh made my smile even wider. “He’s so romantic. He made me soup too.”
“Um, okay.” Lori’s sigh said she knew she’d lost the common-sense war. “I’m glad it’s working out for you so well.”
And she’d conceded defeat.
“I love him so much I have a notification in my phone that reminds me to leave the house.” Knox’s description made that out to be the most romantic thing he could ever do for me. “I know.”
However Lori responded made it sound like she knew how big that was too because Knox sighed again. “He’s even handling all that legal nonsense with my old mailman. I told you he was weird.”
Yep.
But Knox was not the right person to deal with a compulsive thief who’d started hoarding stolen mail. That was a job for his Master. It was also my job to send out the signed copies because now the post office was another place he had no desire to go.
But since his therapist said we were just going to work on one problem at a time, that was on the back burner.
“Okay, that’s important too.” Lori knew she’d been beaten.
“He feeds me. He takes care of me. He makes me safe.” Knox’s tone made me picture him shrugging again. “How could I not love him? And why in the world wouldn’t I move in with him?”
He was right...I was very important in his life.
I’d have moved right in with me too.
“I’m not even going to try to use logic with you.” I heard socks shuffling on the floor and it sounded like Lori was moving around the kitchen, probably going over to hug my nutty author. “I’m glad you found your Master, but you have to make sure everyone knows he’s real. I’m getting the strangest messages from readers in your group.”
Oops.
“I thought telling them about the gremlins and the book theft would’ve fixed that problem?” Knox’s confused tone had me sighing and making a mental note to go back through the group and see what had gone wrong.
Master to the rescue...again.
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What’s real?
(Well, real in my life that ended up in the book.)
Don’t ask about the mail pile.
The bubble wrap was a real problem.
The great “What English do they edit in?” debacle was an issue at one point (and so frustrating).
The stoneware in my kitchen is alternating blue colors (three different colors of blue).
The art gallery with the bad website is real and some of the pictures they looked at were on sale there at one point.
Keep reading for a fun bonus.
