At least, apparently I suck writing about straight people.
Sorry, Mom. I'll write you another novel another time, under another name maybe.
Wolves' Blood is going to be removed from Amazon for renovations. I will reimagine our heroine and make her into a hero. Because I'm flexible that way, and I'm pretty sure Gideon Summers is, too. Plus, Lia was always edgy enough to switch hit, and I think she might get a kick out of becoming a boy. So when you next see that story, it'll have a new cover, new title, and new protagonist.
Part of me would like to just leave it up as is and shrug--oh, well, you win some, you lose some. But honestly that damn story took too long to write (five drafts! 90,000 words!), and I like the actual premise too much to let it die being read by only two people. Speaking of which, hey, two people, whoever you are, thanks! Hugs!
Ok, so one more try. Back to work. Assuming my dog moves over and shares my own goddamn desk chair with me.
Literally. Where's the vodka?