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“Sometimes I feel more comfortable with myself behind a keyboard than in person.”
she’s just like me
we’re the same
“I don’t know. I’m just . . . stiff and awkward in social settings, especially when I’m interested in someone. Surely you’ve noticed.”
She wanted to be romanced like the heroines in her favorite books, dammit. So, more often than not, she curled up with a book and read about fictional characters falling in love instead of putting herself out there. But when she finished the book and put it back on her shelf, she was all alone in her bedroom.
“I’m meeting her at that new Mexican place on Third,” Lia said. “And we might go to the planetarium at the Natural History Museum afterward, depending how dinner goes.” “Oh my God, this sounds like your dream date,”
that sounds so fun
“It’s just business, Rosie. It’s not personal.” “It’s personal to me,” Rosie whispered, and Jane wished she could melt through the floor and disappear. “I’m sorry,” she said quietly. Rosie looked at her out of sad eyes. “You should be.”
“Come here, my darling drunken noodle,” Lia called
“Why did you ask me if I was waiting for a date last night?” Suddenly, that felt enormously important.
“Generally, the best way to tackle difficult things is to go through, not around,”
Rosie’s friends had welcomed her into the group, although she knew she’d get hell from them later as they pestered her for every detail leading to Jane’s being here.
“You’re always telling me you want a romance straight out of one of your books,” Lia said. “And I’d argue that maybe you’ve found it with Jane.”
And now Jane was sitting in her office, smiling like a fool, because she had a date with Rosie tonight.
“Then we’ll have to find you someone before Colin’s wedding,” Rosie said. “I’m fully on board with that,” Lia said,
This is what the next book will be about, right?
Her parents were generally very accepting of her sexuality, but occasionally she wondered if they were holding out hope that she’d surprise them and date a man.
A gasp drew her attention to the doorway, where Amy stood with a delighted smile on her face.
I wish you hadn’t kept this from us. And have you taken precautions to protect your identity and the reputation of BPD?”
Reputation????
“Our reputation?” Amy asked in outrage. “You act like she’s doing something wrong.”
“Well, I assume by love stories you mean . . .” He gestured with his hand as if for Amy to fill in the blank,
What an ass
“Just don’t make the same mistake as Barry and quit your day job.”
Really? They are not the same… this guy published ONE book and never again, Jane has already published 10 and doesnt plan on stopping. ????
but my mom took me aside this morning to say she supported me, so that helped.”
“Part of me wants to send her the picture that you took when I signed the books for the subscription boxes, and the rest of me wants to never mention it again unless she brings it up.”
Awww
cheeks as pink as her name.
She could be writing right now—or, better yet, having dinner with Rosie—instead of listening to her dad’s advice on how to improve her leadership style, which she apparently needed to do if she hoped to move into management.
Her mom reached over to give Jane’s hand a gentle slap. “Jane Elizabeth Breslin, you think I’ve never read an R-rated book before?” “Um, you have?” Jane had no idea what to do with this information
LMAOO
“I usually read those on my Kindle so I don’t have to explain the covers to your father.” Jane blinked. “Oh my God.”
HAHAH
She hadn’t expected this much interest from her mother, though, and that was a happy surprise.
Jane reached into her purse and pulled out the name tag. “I think I’m going to put this on after all.”
ABHH
“I’m so proud of you, and you should know that so many customers wanted to buy a book after meeting you that we’re sold out of Brie titles. I actually had to order four extra copies of On the Flip Side to fill all the requests.”
AWW THATS AWESOME
Rosie’s phone dinged almost constantly with messages from her friends, all wishing her a Merry Christmas, while Jane’s was notably silent.
:(
After dinner, Jane’s mother took her aside to quietly tell her how much she’d enjoyed On the Flip Side, and while Jane appreciated the sentiment, she disliked the delivery, huddled in the kitchen like it was some kind of dirty secret, one they couldn’t let her father overhear.
“And Jane, I know you don’t have your sister’s drive,
???? rude???
“Mr. Vitali died a few years ago,” he continued, “and everything went downhill after his wife took over the business. It’s why I generally prefer not to rent to women . . . too unreliable. Jane assures me you’ll be a dependable tenant, though, Rosie.
what the actual fuck
what a fucking asshole
“You know, there was a time after my mom died when I was late on our rent.” Rosie’s voice shook. “Luckily, my landlord at the time was understanding. He gave me a chance to get back on my feet instead of throwing me out the way George Cass did to Francesca and Nicole Vitali.”
