Iris Kelly Doesn't Date (Bright Falls, #3)

by Ashley Herring Blake

She typed the words into her Notes app, staring at the blinking cursor. “Desperate for what, you little minx?” she asked out loud, waiting for something—anything that didn’t feel overdone and trite—to spill into her brain, but nothing did. Her mind was a terrifying blank slate, nothing but white noise. She deleted everything except the name.

Which meant, in terms of her second full-length romance novel—the very one her literary agent was already up her ass about, that her publisher had already bought and paid for, that her editor was expecting to land into her inbox in two months’ time—Iris had nothing. Which meant Iris Kelly was the one who was desperate.