Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 72362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
“Are you sure this hero isn’t based on me?” asks Connor, leaning against the doorframe with a copy of my latest book in hand. He’s dressed only in a pair of pajama pants that I hope to divest him of shortly. This is my life now. Talk about wonderful.
I set aside my cell with a smile. “I’m positive. Why?”
“Just happened to notice a couple of similarities.”
“Such as?”
He ambles over to the bed. All the better to stare down at me. “Well, there was him being into classic cars.”
“Classic cars are cool.”
“Right,” he agrees. “And of course there’s him being amazing at oral sex.”
“Not going to lie. That’s a little bit egotistical, but I am going to let you have it.”
“Thanks.”
“What else have you got?”
“He has blond hair and blue eyes.”
I blow out a breath. “The way the romance audience loves their golden gods.”
We’ve been living together in his A-frame cottage for six months now. He wanted me to move in sooner, but it seemed wise to give him his space and take it slow. To make sure there would be no second-guessing on such a big move forward. When he asked me how I felt about getting married next summer, however, we both knew it was time.He cocks his head and licks his lips. “He’s also…how shall I say this…exceptionally well endowed.”
“Is he now?”
“You did spend a whole chapter describing his dick. Got quite poetic about it in parts.”
“I did no such thing,” I say. “You liar. It was four or five pages at most. The intricate pulsing map of veins and velvet over steel of his skin needed to be shown due deference.”
“I thought the description of his balls was really great too. So heavy and globe-like. You were obviously taking inspiration from me.”
I snort. “So much inspiration from you. Wow. Yeah.”
“How about his throbbing member?”
“That’s really more of an historical romance wording. No way did I call it that.”
“Heat-seeking missile?”
I laugh. “Oh my God. Where did you even get that? It’s terrible.”
“You think?” He smiles and sets the book on the bedside table. Then he climbs onto the bed, stretching out beside me. He slips a hand under my waist and drags me over to him. Such a caveman. “How’s the group chat going?”
“Martha is still doing her best to drive Lulu wild.”
He grunts. “It’s the little things in life that make Grandma happy.”
“But I think I am slowly winning over your mother.”
“She showed you the secret family chowder recipe,” he says. “Not sure there is a higher level of acceptance where Mom is concerned.”
“You know, if the hero was based on you, it would be because he’s a beautiful person through and through. He’s brave, and true, and honest. He has the biggest heart I’ve ever known. He cares about the heroine, and his family and friends, and…just everything really. He puts himself out there and lives life to the fullest.”
“That would be why, huh?”
I nod. “Yeah.”
“Good to know,” he says in a quiet voice. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“We getting married next weekend?”
“That sounds delightful,” I say with a smile. “If you’re not busy.”
“Hmm. I’ll check my calendar.” He wraps his arms around me and presses a kiss to my forehead. Forehead kisses really are the best. Then he whispers into my hair, “Stay with me, Blue. Stay with me.”
“Forever and ever and ever, Connor.”