Gosh, truth be told, I've been dying to tell this story. I got excited because at some point during one of those revisions I actually heard more of their story, and I started the next book (The Date). But the words stopped. There was something about the plot that wasn't sitting well with me. I was missing something, and I never could identify what it was. I shelved it...again.
During 2014-2015, I especially struggled with my self-confidence as a writer. To be honest, I have re-read the original story, and being on the other side of that self-doubt, the old version was painful for me. It wasn't up to par with my capabilities. Maybe it was because of writer's block. Maybe because there was too much going on personally for me dealing with a child who has a life-threatening condition. Maybe it just was forced because it wasn't their turn.
Regardless, I've kept it in a file with the hopes one day I could get it to a point where I felt good about re-releasing it.
That time is now.
I'm so in love with the new version, even more in love with Holden, and over the moon with what's happening in The Date (releasing October 29). The plot is solid. The words are gushing. This is the high I missed for so long. I love writing. I hope you're going to love reading it.
“You think I need to pay someone off to be assigned to your table?” I place my hand under the long tablecloth and on her thigh. Her legs tighten as her eyes widen. “Well, do you?” My fingers lightly wander up her leg, making their way to her exposed pussy. Damn, her skin feels like satin beneath my fingers.
Shaking her head, she swallows. Her eyes are hooded, and her lips slightly part. Her hand captures mine, moving it to my leg instead of hers. “Perhaps you should find your original seat, though.”
I chuckle. “This is my original seat.” I grab the place card in front of me and flip it around so she can see it. “Says so right here.”
She blows out an unsteady breath and shakes her head before smoothing back her hair.
“So, let’s cut to the chase. Tell me all about your package.” I know all about her package. “I mean, the one that’s up for auction.”