I’m busy, busy doing revisions and edits on the two new books that are coming this summer to an e-reader near you, so here’s another snippet from my published novel, Rule Number One. It’s still the same night and Katy discovered that Jack was pretending to be her hired escort. She was plenty pissed and stormed out of the event and took a cab home. Jack’s too attracted to let it go, so he goes to her house, rings the bell, and starts over, introducing himself and telling her that he’d only stopped by to see if she could come talk to him about staging his mother’s house. It’s been on the market for almost a year and it’s not selling. She agrees, but remains very cool. When he gets back in the car, he surprises her with a text message, asking if they can please consider this a fresh start.
Katy sat down on the steps and thumbed the screen’s keyboard. U humiliated me.
I know, U R right, rat = me.
U invaded my privacy.
I’m a bastard.
She smiled in spite of herself as an unfamiliar tingle zipped through her veins. A rat bastard, she texted back.
OK, rat bastard. May I come in and apologize again?
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