I’m enjoying the culmination of my procrastination lifestyle as I sip my coffee this morning. Staring out the window, waiting for my husband’s last minute birthday presents to get here (knock on wood before he wakes up.) It’s not that I don’t LOVE showering him in gifts and appreciation, it’s just that he is a nightmare to shop for.
I can’t complain. It’s kind of a thing we do. Buy what we want/need as we go and that’s life. We’re easy going and don’t fight about money.
I was thinking about how important he has been to my romance writing, not just by giving me the time and space and support to let me do my thing, no questions asked, but by giving me a little inspiration that I wasn’t even aware of unless I do a little digging.
All of my stories have hints of our own personal happily ever after in them because it’s the only one that really has ever mattered to me. The end all be all. Even when we fight, I’m more upset by the fact that I’m mad at my best friend than by whatever possible reason we could have for going at it. He’s taught me that EVERYONE deserves to be loved. Everyone deserves to find their Mr. or Ms. Right, no matter how unworthy you feel.
Right now, I’m working on the last few chapters of my bad boy billionaire novel Vagrant (set to release in September) because I promised it to my editor by Sunday. (FML. Where does the time go) – but I’m also working on a fun story for my newsletter and instafreebie called Clutch.
It’s based on one of the brothers of the Mountain Misfits MC who is a fun side character who shows up in all my books, and I figured he needed his own story.
(It’s been ages since I threw together a cover by myself… can I just say spending an afternoon looking for sexy stock photos is never a bad time.)
Clutch is about the treasurer of the Mountain Misfits MC, recently honorably discharged from the Marines, just looking to find his place in the world and hopefully a decent woman to spend the rest of his life with.
Rae is at her lowest. She dropped out of college after a break-up with her longtime boyfriend, and her mother constantly berates her for ‘letting herself go.’ She’s funny, smart, and pretty, but with a mom who is obsessed with keeping up appearances, she spends her days feeling less than.
When the two meet, sparks don’t fly instantly. Sure, Rae thinks he’s hot, but what could he possibly want with her?
It’s been fun working on this, but probably because of how it reflects so much on my real life experience with dating. When my husband and I met, I was a hot mess. Not in a pretty way. What he saw in me, I haven’t the slightest idea. But here we are 12 years later, and although I still have hot mess tendencies, the worst have kind of simmered into quirks.
This story is going to my editor on Sunday (along with my novel THAT I NEED TO FINISH ASAP) and will be available on Instafreebie ASAP and also sent to my newsletter subscribers first, so if you want in on the action, make sure you JOIN MY LIST.
AND HERE COME THE MAIL LADY! So, it’s time to start my work day.