Control (or lack thereof) in the time of quarantine can either make or break your ability to get shit done. Here is how I handle it:
I have to wonder: did Enzor know that her readers would see more mer in them than they had originally intended?
This book has characters we love to love, characters we love to hate, and characters who should be rolled in honey and tied to a red-ant colony.
Being tax time and seeing a New York number that I didn't recognize, I immediately sent my would-be agent to voicemail. Super awkward.