“So it’s like a promotion?”
“Exactly. Here’s the reasoning I wrote for you: …another former-SEAL who most people in the military swore really didn’t exist, had grown tired of the policies and procedures and wanted a lighter yoke around his neck.”
Jake shrugged. “That’s not bad. What else is involved?”
“Lots of covert action. […]

Jake’s still here. Unfazed by the return of the husband or my taste in music (hey, some of the songs are his favorites too), he picked up the books and the cookies (Cece, he refuses to give them back) and has taken up residence in my office. I know he’s hacked the computer […]

“Come on, baby. Just give me one more line.”
It’s a husky, sexy whisper that comes from the pillow next to me. Normally, the type of thing that would entice me into walking away from my current story and right into his waiting arms. But not this time.
“You can’t stay here,” […]

Steph must’ve taken too much of this cold medicine stuff, because she didn’t even hear me slide the laptop away from her and trust me — she’s a light sleeper. But I’ve got to have a talk with her about her password protected items on this thing, because I got into her blog software […]

So I’m lying in bed watching Everybody Loves Raymond when I suddenly realize I’m surrounded by males. Normally, it’s just me and the husband, but tonight there are three extra bodies and the room is filled with testosterone and jungle fatigues.
Good thing the husband has a holiday party tonight, because I’m thinking he’d definitely […]

“You’re getting me back tomorrow, you know.”
It should scare me, the husky voice that comes from nowhere, but it doesn’t even make me jump anymore. I’m wondering if that’s a good sign or a sign that I’ve gone over that edge where authors go when they begin to talk to their characters. Out […]

“What are you doing here? And where are the rest of your clothes?”
The three year old fell asleep at 7:30 pm and I figured I could get a really good night’s sleep. Once again, I was wrong and now the SEAL is sitting on the side of my bed again. […]

The legend that characters run away from their authors-taking up drugs, having sex operations and becoming president-implies that the writer is a fool with no knowledge or mastery of his craft. The idea of authors running around helplessly behind their cretinous inventions is contemptible. -John Cheever
“So, I hear you’re involved in this WORD challenge,” […]