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“If you see this.Sis. Listen. I don’t know what—who!!!!—got into you before this one, but maaaaaam! This is IT right here. I had to prop up a fan to read this. Keep THIS up.”
“I’m so disappointed. I turned to this author for warm, feel good romance without the vulgarity that so many seem to turn to. And yet, her in this new release, it seems like a completely different author. I wanted to read porn, I’d read porn. Please go back to the content that made me fall in love with your work!”
“Ugh. Again with the short, incomplete work. So they’re “together” now. What about a wedding, babies, anniversaries?! I’m so sick of this trend of supposedly “real” romance – I’m here for the fairytale. Only giving two stars cause the sex was hot. Outside of that, you need to go back to the drawing board and tell a whole story next time, cause this ain’t it.”
“I don’t usually leave reviews, but all these trying to tell the author what she should and shouldn’t do are pissing me off. DO YOU! I love all the facets of your work, the depth and variety of characters, the different steam levels, all that! It seemed like you really let loose in this one, no restraints, and ended up with a beautiful, steamy story. Everybody doesn’t want babies and a wedding-myself included – but that doesn’t mean there’s any less desire for intimacy and romance. THANK YOU for exploring that, and representing so many different outlooks in your work, without a bunch of unnecessary fluff. Again, DO YOU. You’ve got a fan in me!”
I sat back with a sigh, absorbing all the different reviews that had come about from my latest work. I only gave myself a few days to even peek at them, since I didn’t want to get too deeply immersed in opinions about my work. Those few days always gave me a lot, though.
I knew I might get some extreme reactions to this latest project, since it included a level of passion and steam the people who read me hadn’t seen before – not inmywork. I was prepared for it though, and as expected, the reviews ran the gamut fromlove this, more of it,toyou’re going straight to hell for this, whore.
Of all the things I might go to hell for, I was quite sure writing sex between consenting adults wasn’t one.
When I first started, there was a high likelihood the negative reviews would have really bothered me. Now? It rolled right off my back.
All it took was a reminder that everything wasnotfor everybody, and that nothing in an anonymous review had the power to define me, or my work.
Not to mention, no matterwhatwas said… I’d heard and endured much, much worse.
Nice try though, internet troll.
I switched away from the page of reviews, to look at the tab where I was doing a bit of loose outlining for my next project. Already, this one felt quite a bit different from my usual too.
I’d always leaned toward the warm and fuzzy, syrupy sweet, but this project felt more like… my natural vibe.
A little darker.
A bit grittier.
Not so polished.
Certainly, some people were gonna hatethistoo.
They would be okay though, and so would I.
My doorbell ringing drew my attention away from my screen, and I hopped up to see who it was. A quick glance said it was Alicia, dressed in nice jeans, boots, and an oversized sweater – a departure from her usual athletic gear that made me check the time and realize I’d lost track.
“Shit,” I muttered to myself, opening the door to let her in.
She raised an eyebrow at my robe as she stepped through the doorway. “Going for an ultra-casual look today, or…?”
“Nope, sorry!” I told her, already turning to head to my room. “Just got occupied with work, and lost track. Give me like fifteen minutes, I’m already showered and all that, just gotta get dressed.”
“Make it ten, so we can beat her home.”
Theherin question was Penelope – today was her chosen birthday, a tradition that had been her own idea. We’d actually not been able to find much history for all our searching, so she had no idea when heractualbirthday was.
So she picked one.
Alicia and I, along with some of the others who knew and loved Pen, had spent the last few weeks preparing and planning a surprise party for her. She was officially dating the football player now, and we’d recruited his help in getting her to her apartment at a specific time – a time we were butting dangerously close to.
“Yeah,” I yelled down the hall, already yanking my jeans on. “Ten is fine!”
Luckily, I’d already chosen my clothes and fixed my hair before I’d sat down in front of the computer to burn through some time. I was in the bathroom doing a rather haphazard mascara application when I heard— “Hey, what is this?! Is this… a book outline?!”
The mascara wand dropped from my hand, just barely missing my creamy-white sweater as I rushed from the bathroom to see Alicia bent over, peering at my screen.
“This sounds amazing,” she said, oblivious to my panicked state. “You should really write this.”
