“Hazel, look. We all have a vested interest in your success. Give them another Spring Gate book.” I was shaking my head before he finished his sentence. “You have a vested interest because you’re the one who gets the royalties for the first three books in that series. Because as much as you shit all over my books, my stories, they supported us while you played Mr. Self-Important. The books you called unrealistic ‘mommy porn’ and ‘worthless fluff’ are the ones paying your damn rent right now.”
