I slept with a stranger and it was the best night of my life. Eleven days later I walked into a room with nineteen men to be handed over as a guarantee: one year living in the enemy's house. The problem? The enemy was him. The wanting between us was still burning — and the clause says that if he touches me, the deal dies and the war starts again.
I don’t really care for the way you write anymore. These movies that you write are ok. But they don’t have the breezyness they used to have.. they are all monologues and dry. None of the flow. I use to eat them up. Now I stop because the flow is all the same. The stories can be excellent but your new way of telling them puts me to sleep… literally. I want the old you back.
Robin, thank you for telling me instead of quietly leaving. Breezy and fast is what I am after too, and readers who say it out loud are the reason the next one gets closer to it. ❤️
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I have commented twice. Neither negative just my thoughts and I am restricted. Hmmm
JP, both of your comments came through and they are both there. Nothing you write here gets lost. Thank you for being straight with me, the honest ones are what make the next story better. ❤️
Your new stories are slow. I am ending up searching old material.
Love the exclusive format and the spice is excellent.
excellent pace, writing, topic, tone. one of the best in the collection. nothing else to add except: more, more - please more!
Elsie, pace is the hardest one to get right, so that is the compliment I wanted most. ❤️
Excellent! 👌