ari

hi!! I just wanted to stop by and say that I LOVE pessimist so much! I think I’ve reread it about 8 times now. I literally love you 

SCENE EXCERPT: PART II
          
          He watches me with kind eyes, hiking his messenger bag higher on his shoulder and gave me a small smile. 
          
          “Stop—“ I almost gasp out. “Why aren’t you angry? Why don’t you hate me?”
          
          He smiles wider. Softer. “I could never hate you.” He tells me with so much sincerity and I feel like doubling over. 
          
          “Stop.” I say again, and this time cover my face with my hands, blocking him entirely. “Just—“
          
          “You became an author.” He notes, cutting me off. “A famous one at that. I always knew you would make it.”
          
          “Please.” I almost whimper, feeling my eyes well up. “Don’t tell me—“
          
          “I read your book.” 
          
          That sentence hits me harder than I could have imagined. I go silent, breathing hard. That book was the most vulnerable I’ve been in my entire life. It detailed everything about me—the most horrifying and shameful acts of my past. 
          
          He’s read my past relationships. The disconnect with my mother. Our…end. All on paper for millions to read. Including him. 
          
          “Yell at me,” I almost beg. “Hit me. Curse me. Do something.”
          
          “Okay,” He says, warm. He takes a step forward, and I shut my eyes bracing for impact. 
          
          Instead, when two arms wrap tightly around me pulling my face into a warm, familiar chest, I feel myself go limp in his arms. 
          
          He hugs me tighter, rests his nose at the top of my head like he used to do and breathes in deeply. His body almost melts into mine, and it feels like he’s been waiting for this. Searching for us again. 
          
          I didn’t know how much I’ve missed this—him until now. How much I yearned for us again. How much I needed him. How hard life was without him there. 
          
          “It’s okay,” He whispers, soft. Stroking my hair with one hand and holding me close with the other. “It’s alright.”
          
          I can only shake my head because it isn’t. It’s not okay. I’ve missed him. 

SCENE EXCEPT: unknown novel title 
          
          My hand grabs his shoulder, wrenching him around to face me and he turns easily. Almost expecting it. 
          
          He stumbles back from the rough hold, and I catch myself before I fall into him. Instead, both of my hands rest on his shoulders, and I start my spiel—nothing of which had contained what I would practice in the past. 
          
          “Were you just going to leave?” I accuse him, breathless. The tears make it hard to see, but I scramble for words regardless. 
          
          “Were you just going to go? Again? Leave me here? Again??” 
          
          He’s silent. Watching me intensely. Curiously. Cautiously. 
          
          “I should’ve answered you that day. I should’ve told you that I can’t do this without you. That I would die without you. I should’ve held onto you tight. I should’ve made it work. I should’ve, I should’ve, I should’ve.”
          
          I don’t know how I expected him to react. To curse at me? To yell back? To stay silent and walk away?
          
          I didn’t expect him to smile, his full lips—the ones I’ve kissed so many times—producing something so pure. So innocent. At me. 
          
          I gasp in a breath of hair, huffing heavily as I shakily let my arms fall from his shoulders. I take a step back, shaking my head before cupping my hands over my face, trying to conceal the onset tears that cannot seem to stop. 
          
          My heart’s bursting a million times a minute. My mind racing with questions and thoughts and feelings and sadness. 
          
          His mouth opens and I hold in my breath, terrified of what’s to come. 
          
          “You waited for me after all,” He says. Still smiling. Still patient. “Why?”
          
          My lips press against each other, and I make the decision to do what I did in the airport that day. I smile.
          
          “Because,” I whisper. “Whatever it was or wasn’t, you were you.” 

What’s dean’s last name?

Hi! I loved Pessimist and Karma, finished them both within 3 days :) I was just wondering if you have any book or author recommendations with similar smut writing styles to yours? More specifically, the man’s not afraid of being submissive for his woman and the relationship has switch tendencies but he’s the dominant one most of the time. Thank youu

i cannot believe KARMA is done. what a long, tedious, couple of months it has been. i hope you guys enjoyed the story and i can’t wait to write dhalia and jase’s book. 
          
          — ari ★

writing JASE AND DHALIA’S book is so fun i cant wait to start publishing chapters

don’t hate me. thanks! 

2-3 chapters left of KARMA,  i genuinely cannot believe it’s almost done (my heart is wanting me to pull a “my name”) 

i fear…i may not keep my promise with catalina