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As I tie on the rubber-duck apron Luke specially ordered for me, my mood is remarkably buoyant.
“Good Thursday morning, Miss Dandy. What’s with the smile?” I cannot tell Luke that it’s because Jaina Jacen has sold almost four thousand books in the short time Resist Me Not has been out, and her online reviews from readers are … amazing. I cannot tell Luke that I stole his charming persona and arrhythmia-inducing smile and wrote “sexy v****a funtime” and people are, quite literally, eating it up. Or, to quote Gretchen, they are “slurping, massaging, and moaning” their way through the book. Ew. Okay. Good. Isn’t that nice.
In whatever form the readers are enjoying it, I cannot tell Luke that I’m excited about something for the first time in years.
“Just glad to be here, I suppose.”
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