Sex is the easy part. But they're going to need to find an opening in their schedules if they want to fall in love.
Absolutely married to my job of writing happily ever afters. I love everything about my committed relationship with words. I feed it, and it feeds me, and we're very happy together. The parameters of our relationship are cut and dry, black and white. And then Alex showed up with his gorgeous crooked smile and shaded everything gray, and now I don't know if I can ever turn the page back. I've never thought I'd be the girl who swoons. He scares me to death.
I am utterly addicted to this woman. Beautiful, beguiling, Tess is a drug taunting me to have one more hit. My life is a deep dive into projects with no regard for anything and anyone else. Work is all there is. My friends and I built this media company from nothing. Making a difference, being a political pundit, is what I was put on earth to do. Tess is the perfect woman for me, but I just don't have the luxury of falling for her. Sleeping with her, absolutely. But I don't have the bandwidth for love.
Side Piece is an instant connection sweeping romance where Tess and Alex simply don't have time for romance. Their work schedules dictate their worlds, and they like it that way. But their pull towards each other is undeniable. The sex is magnetic it's the scheduling that's the problem. The relationship feels like a torrid affair cheating on their everyday lives. Perhaps there could be more if only their calendars overlapped long enough to fall in love.
I used to create "dreams" with my best friend growing up. We'd each pick a boy we liked, then we'd write down a meet-cute that always ended with a happily ever after. Now I get to dream every day, although it's a little steamier these days. And I've discovered I can and will write anywhere I can. Keep tuned to Instagram to see all the times I fit in a sentence or two. I've published one trilogy, one duet, and a standalone this year and there's a lot more planned.
I'm a writer, married to a writer, mother of a creative dynamo of a nine-year-old boy, and currently a little sleepy. I'm a klutz and goofball and love lipstick as much as my Chuck Taylors.
Good things in the world: pepperoni pizza, Flair pens*, wine, coffee, laughing with my friends until my stomach hurts, a musician at the top of their game, getting lost somewhere I've never been, matinee movies on a weekday, the Chicago Cubs, a fresh new notebook full of possibilities, bourbon on a cold night, Fantasy Football, witty men, walking through the local zoo in the rain and that moment when a character clicks in and begins to write their own adventure. I'm just the pen.