She’d been lounging on the deck chair for the better part of the morning, keeping well in the shade cast by a large parasol and furiously nibbling on her pencil as if somehow hoping to draw inspiration from it. On the side table next to her lay her notebook with the ideas she’d been scribbling for the past fortnight. It wasn’t that she didn’t have ideas for her next novel. She had plenty. It was that she didn’t know which ones to choose from. She really wanted to write the best novel she could ever write, and from reading over her notes, she just knew that the one brilliant idea that would shoot her to the top of her chosen profession simply wasn’t there. She needed a catchy set-up, a high concept idea that would explode her name onto the scene with a bang. She groaned and sucked harder on her pencil, pushing her sunglasses higher up her nose. She glanced over to Josh’s office, his window looking out onto the pool. For some reason, her mind kept slipping back to ‘that man’ and the way he’d saved her from the monster spiders.
What do You think about Billionaire Novelist's Fiery Debutante?
