The Randy Romance Novelist(93)
I put my entire heart in this book. My internal dialogue, what I really thought when it came to sex, penises, and even the internal dialogue of my vagina . . . Virginia. I wrapped the novel up with a pretty little bow of finding love where you least expected it, with your best friend, the man who was there for you the whole time.
Wolf Fleece Wendy couldn’t have been prouder of me, or Delaney who was my number one beta reader—a self-proclaimed title. She had started to read more, now that I was inserting myself in the world, so she kept up to date on new books and stand-out authors. We talked daily about something we saw on Facebook, a post of a naked man, or some “rant” someone went on. We discussed if I was going to put myself out there, I was going to be an entertainer, and that was it. I wasn’t going to use my status as an author to talk about my problems, because no one wanted to hear about those. My job was to help readers forget THEIR problems, so I started writing down fun ideas on how to do that with interactive posts and funny tidbits only my brain could think of.
So far, I had a Facebook page with five hundred likes—pretty much all family and friends, but whenever I got a new like from someone neither of us knew, Delaney and I cheered with each other. It was going to be a long road, full of highs and lows, but I was ready to take the journey. If anything, I just wanted to make one person laugh, one person escape their reality for a short period of time. If I did that, then I had done my job.
“Are you ready for this?” Delaney asked, gripping my shoulders.
Henry and Derk stood beside us, basking in the new adventure that sat before me.
“I think I am,” I nodded.
“I’m so proud of you, love.” Henry kissed the top of my head. “Press it.”
I took a calming breath, smiled, and clicked the publish button. “The Virgin Romance Novelist is now published. Look out world, my quirky and na?ve character, Meghan, is coming for you!”
Derk, Henry, and Delaney cheered, congratulating me and pulling me into hugs.
“Check the sales!” Derk chanted. “I’m sure there are at least five. That cover is legit.”
I laughed. “Derk, it can take up to twenty-four hours to process. We have some time.”
“Damn, that would have been so cool.”
“Nice try. Want to go to the living room for snacks?”
“Sure!” Delaney kissed me on the cheek and then guided Derk out of the room to give Henry and me a little privacy.
Taking me into his arms, he pulled me as close to his chest as he could, thanks to my baby bump.
“I can’t tell you how proud I am of you, Rosie. Your strength and determination to make this happen is so sexy.” He rubbed my back and smiled down at me.
“We have guests,” I reminded him.
“They might like to hear some ball slapping.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me.
“No one likes ball slapping!” I laughed and walked away, but I didn’t get very far because Henry pulled on my arm and brought his lips quickly down on mine. I melted into him, loving the way his mouth softly explored mine.
Love radiated off him and enveloped me. This was the man I would be spending the rest of my life with, the man who would hold my hand during the good reviews and the bad, the man who would help welcome our baby girl into the world. He would forever go down in history as the best book boyfriend, ever. No questions asked.
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About Meghan Quinn
Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if "It's Raining Men" starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped.
Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing... enter her first novel, Caught Looking.
Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!