The next evening, I was lying on the sofa and typing down some ideas I had for my next book. I had written about everything, from teenage love to historical fiction to crime to horror. I had no particular target audience yet I still managed to gain a pretty decent fanbase. The success of my books had saved me from the marketing team who hated that I didn't have a specific genre. Meg was on my side and that's all that matters.
I was speculating about a fantasy series when there was a knock on the door.
It was Aiden.
"Hi."
"Do you talk more when you drink?" I asked, genuinely curious.
"Maybe."
"Let's find out." I grabbed my jacket and keys, pushing Aiden out of the doorway so I could lock the door behind me.
"You look beautiful by the way."
I gave a short laugh.
"Really?" I was wearing skinny jeans and an old button up shirt.
"You always look beautiful." And I blushed at his sincerity. Damn.
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Drove Me Wild
HumorAubrey is a best-selling author who meets a famous rock star when she reluctantly agrees to write his autobiography. Things happen.
