Blooper Time
With the completion of Getting Published is Murder, it’s time I post some bloopers. Granite, I poled sum late oars with this manuscript.
Instead of the upgraded seating area, his room had an efficient cough and coffee table.
“We encountered less expositions than Hollywood portrays,” Alec joked.
She sighed the form.
She studied his loosely kinked fingers.
She wanted to lean against the taunt smoothness of his shoulder.
And my personal favorite . . .
She concentrated on Zane’s touch. How fast she’d come to reply on it.