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315 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 16, 2016
It’s pretty easy to tell that my classmate in writing 200 and my current writing partner, Amanda Newland, hates my bloody guts. Her obvious dislike of me has led to my dislike of her, and my dislike of her has led me, well, trying to get a rise out of her whenever I can.
"No one should be judged by what they read, nor should authors by what they write."
"Dirty talking alpha male. Extremely large penis. Built like The Rock. A millionaire is good but a billionaire is better. Make sure sure he donates to Africa or does some charity work even though he's an asshole with a damaged past. Must possess pillowy lips and intense eyes that gaze into your soul.
Heroine is gorgeous but she doesn't know it. Perfect body even though she complains about having a small waist and big boobs. Has a cunt that tastes like honey. A virgin is preferred but she must be able to get off on command. Condoms aren't necessary but ropes and whips are. She must refer to her vagina as "her sex" and be clenching constantly."
“I don’t know much about her, but I’m also in no hurry to find out. The only appealing aspect of this girl is her hair and her arse.”
“…all of his beauty is spoiled by his shit-eating grin, which, as I said earlier, is probably his best and worst feature. Best because he flashes it all over the place and women spontaneously combust like matches are struck on their ovaries. Worst because I know what that grin represents: cockiness, arrogance, and one hell of an ego.”
“I take in a deep breath and let out a low, guttural cry as my coiled muscles let loose and the orgasm rips down my spine, shooting out through every vein. I see the fucking stars. The moon. The light that lives in the back of your head.
Then there’s nothing of me left.
I’m empty. Sated.”
“At this point I’ve probably kissed Amanda a hundred different ways but this kiss is different. This kiss reveres her. In this kiss she should know she’s a goddess, a fantasy priestess, a ruler of my world.”
"It's not just the smut that we're writing. It's the smut that we're doing."
"Life isn't a fairy-tale and not everyone in gets a happily-ever-after, but in our book world they do. And believe it or not, it's made me a better writer."
"No gimmicks, just smut."
"It’s hard for girls to focus on anything else except my good looks and big dick.”
Writing with her was fun. Fighting with her was even more so. Maybe even hot. And hot is exactly what we need to bring to the table in order to rake in the dough.
Basically, the way I figure so far, if I made up a pen name, found a stock image of a shirtless roid monkey, and wrote a 20-30K novella about some kind of romantic or sexual endeavour, and put it up on Amazon for 99 cents, I could stand to rake in some dough.