When edits eat my brains…

I tend to stop blogging when I start edits. It’s hard to do both, and my focus just gets split and I can’t get anything done.  So, when I start editing a book, I disappear. Not that I don’t love you guys, but y’all are distracting and edits take more brainpower than simply letting the words flow.

Anyway, I thought I would stop by and share the first few paragraphs from Dying Commitment here as a consolation prize, since I’m still editing and the book is not done yet. I’ll be back online in a few days for sure.

Also? I miss you guys.

*As always, since I’m still editing, these passages are subject to change in the final draft.* 

Five years ago, my partner shot me and left me for dead. He took my weapons, my money, and I got a double tap to the chest for my trouble.

It wasn’t like I loved him, not like a romantic kind of love anyway. It was much worse than that. I trusted him.

Since then, I stayed away from close relationships. I kept everyone at a distance. I never allowed myself to enter into another partnership like that. Sex stayed shallow and meaningless. It was safer that way, you know? That way no one got hurt. I didn’t get shot. Life went on.

At least, that was how it was supposed to be.

Then I meet the Lucky Thirteen crew and now I had this Bambi-eyed kid following me around like a puppy. He was cute, really good in bed. But he didn’t understand, and I didn’t have the patience to teach him why relationships couldn’t happen.

Because feelings get you killed in our line of work.