Paige says. She looks up at me with a reassuring smile. Paige Matthews is the Editorial Assistant for HarperCollins in Chicago, and she’s been a family friend for years. Two days after what I now call ‘the incident’ with Jason, I pulled myself out of my self-loathing stupor and sent her my book. I knew the chances of her being able to read it were slim, so imagine my surprise when she called to tell me she’s put other manuscripts aside in order to read mine first. At first I was apprehensive, especially because not an ounce of the story is fiction, but I decided that for once in my life I wanted to take a risk, and do something for myself. This was it. “Thank you,” I reply, shifting in my seat. “I just have a few suggestions.”I wait as Paige sifts through a few pages and finds the notes she made in red ink. “I think you need to go through the scene where our heroine has the pregnancy scare, and when she finds out the hero is engaged to someone else. Something about it feels…disingenuous.”I frown.
