Wilmington, North Carolina
I sat at my computer stuck in a writing rut and listening to the Eagles on my iPod. My boyfriend had left me at the same time I was due to turn in my latest erotic romance to my editor—and I had nothing.
I massaged my temples hoping something would strike a chord in my brain. A mere spark of an idea that would be fun to write, fun to read and leaving my fans breathless and begging for more. The more I thought about it, the harder it was to convert my thoughts to the blank computer screen.
The blinking curser mocked me as I stared at the white page. Dammit, Rich may have fucked my life up but he wasn't going to take a way my passion for writing. I wouldn't let him, no matter what it cost.
In high school, young love blooms like tulips in the spring—sometimes developing into loving, lasting relationships and sometimes setting one up for heartache. Rich, I thought, would be the loving lasting relationship kind of guy but, boy, was I wrong. We'd dated throughout high school and college. I'd heard sex changed the relationship, but I was stupid and naive. Rich was a sexual being and aroused feelings within me no other man had. If only those feelings had been mutual.
I'm twenty-five years old and it took me seven years to discover the man I'd thought I loved—the mushy, gushy kind of love—had cheated on me. Not once or twice—no that was too easy. He'd fucked every girl he'd come in contact with.
For six months he'd been out of my life, yet he still haunted my dreams. I'd found out two days ago, from my best friend, that his latest conquest was having his baby. The more I thought about it, the more I hated him. I wanted payback. I needed it for some weird reason.
I started typing, letting my anger fuel the words on paper, my fingers flying across the keyboard as my thoughts sputtered from my brain. For once in my life,
I was taking all the writing advice I'd thought was crap and putting it to good use. I wrote what I knew.
I made my real life story an act of fiction.
A few hours later I'd plotted, planned and brainstormed about all the events I'd experienced and a few from my imagination as well. I had a five-page plan of events, a storyline and the perfect ending. Funny, how something so obvious was hidden right under my nose.
My side of the story mixed with a little imagination would be my vengeance. After all, paybacks always were hell…
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