Everyone has something to work on in life. Mine is s*x addiction.
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The book signing doesn’t have the turnout I’ve hoped for. In my mind, I’d thought it would be better.
A couple of years ago, there were a hundred people waiting for me to sign their books. The last time I’d been in Albuquerque, I’d promoted my self-help book on marketing yourself as an independent author. It’s a good book, which I had fun writing. I’ve sold quite a few copies.
From the corner of my eye, I catch sight of Reggie walking toward me.
“You had to know I would be here to get you to sign my copy,” he says.
“I knew you’d be here, but not because you care about my writing.”
“What time are you finished?”
“In an hour, but I can’t be with you.”
“Playing hard to get, huh?”
“This isn’t the place to talk. Gi
