Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 63289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Ethan increased the pace. “Jackson, what day is it?”
“Saturday, sir.”
I gasped. “It's tomorrow!”
“Yes!”
I let go of his hand and screamed. “Tomorrow!”
Ethan’s mother’s limo drove off.
“We did it!” Ethan waved his fists in the air. “We fucking did it!”
Jackson widened his eyes and stared at us.
Epilogue
Forever
Ten Years Later
Crawling on the floor, I couldn’t help but be annoyed by the incessant nagging that Ryan was doing on the side.
“And fourth of all, this gown's color isn't doing you any favors.” Ryan pointed at it. “This purple. It's harsh and unyielding. It will completely clash with your beautiful brown skin.”
“Well, you're my genius stylist.” I checked under my desk for the manuscript. “What do you think I should wear?”
“I'll have to bring in more gowns. None of these will do.” Ryan let out a long breath. “This is the last time I take a vacation when you have an upcoming red carpet event.”
“Nope. Remember our pinky promise. We take out time to do the things that we deserve.” I rose from the floor and headed over to the bookshelf in the back room. “Are you sure none of these gowns will work? I thought I did a pretty good job grabbing some.”
“Maya.” Ryan scowled at me as if I had just spoken ill of his mother. “These gowns are something a nice church lady would wear to a Friday night game of bingo.”
“Hey. My mom never wears gowns to bingo.”
“But I bet she was with you, when you picked these gown out, wasn’t she?”
I frowned. “She was.”
Ryan snorted and went over to the yellow feathery gown. “This color is all wrong for you. And let's add the fact that overall this gown is terrifying and unflattering. The designer should get arrested.”
“Wow.”
“If you wore this, you would go viral, and not in a good way.” Ryan walked to the white gown and ran his fingers along the top. “This fabric is cheap and unappealing. Do you want to go to the movie premier and walk down that long red carpeted path, feeling like a low-quality dime-store whore?”
“Just wow.” I headed off to the third bookshelf in my office which was next to the rack of gowns. “The visuals are too much.”
“Dear God.” Ryan grabbed the side of a black gown and then let it go as if it was hazardous to touch. “This fit is way off. Too loose. You finally have your body back after the triplets. You want to show it off, not wrap it up in fabric.”
I stopped looking for my manuscript and turned to him. “What do you mean I finally have my body back?”
“You're in shape, and looking hot as ever.”
“The kids are nine. I've had my body back for several years.”
“Maya, I've been your stylist for ten years, making sure you've looked your best for the rising success of the Undead Love Chronicles. Therefore, I know all your measurements throughout the years.”
“I'm ignoring you.”
“Speaking of the Undead.”
Here we go.
Ryan got to my side. Desperation filled his eyes. “Is book five done? You said you would have it ready for me to read on vacation. My vacation came, and the manuscript was not in my email. I had to actually suffer through Bernard's yapping the entire plane ride.”
“How did you and Trevor end up hitching a ride with Bernard again?”
“Bernard is dating Trevor's cousin, Selena. We all were going on vacation last week, so. . .we all decided to head to the Maldives in Bernard's private jet.”
“That was nice of him.” I gave up on searching through my shelves and returned to my desk.
Ryan followed. “So?”
I gathered up several blank notebooks and put them to the side. “So what?”
Ryan grabbed my arm.
I smirked.
Ryan raised his eyebrows. “Is the book done or not? The suspense is killing me.”
I sighed. “Ryan, calm down.”
“Calm down?” He let go of me. “This is your fault.”
“How is this my fault?”
“You get the rest of the world and me freaking addicted to zombie cock and then you take your sweet time to write each book. Where is the respect?”
“I put out a book every two years—”
“It's outrageous. We need a book once a year, and that's my being patient because honestly, Zane misses me so much.”
“Oh really?”
“I know Zane is not real, but we are in love. I should be reading him every other month. If you just show some dedication to Zane and my relationship—”
“I can't with you right now.” I chuckled.
I had Ethan and Ryan to thank for my even getting the courage to finally write my zombie romance.
At the time, Ethan didn't like zombies, but he believed in me.
During our first year of heat and romance, I'd told him about my idea for Zombie Love. We lay between silky sheets. Flames from his bedroom fireplace warmed our skin. As we sipped expensive wine, I explained the entire plotline.