My Muse Is On Strike by Clarissa Yip
Sometimes life throws curveballs.
I’m sure you’ve heard that phrase many times. I guess that’s the mood I’m in at the moment. I’m sitting here, getting ready to write my next big bestseller but no words come to mind. My brain is blank. My muse is on strike and my creativity feels stifled.
Every writer goes through such stage. Is it writer’s block? Your muse being difficult? Overwhelmed by life in general?
It could be all of these things. I thought maybe I could just sit and watch some TV or get some other work done like answer emails and do some promotional work, but what if no ideas come to mind? Wait, what if I never write another word because my well has dried up?
Stop thinking so negative!
I’m determined to get through this. I’m a writer. An author. I tell stories. I inhale coffee and tickle my muse when the time calls for it…like now. But is she still not cooperating? Are you still feeling lost?
Get out of your funk!
Seriously, just start writing crap. Every story starts as such because after revisions and edits, you’ll end up changing the whole book anyway. How do I do it?
Tempting a Prince
Evan Hunt needs to figure out his enemy’s game plan. Chasing his nemesis to Las Vegas and signing up for Madame Eve’s service and masquerade, he never expected the woman he’s desired for years to appear before him…as his princess.
When their attraction fires the night, the inevitable happens. Her prince isn’t as charming as she’s hoped, but he does save her from trouble. Would he be willing to fulfill her fantasies also?
Ryder nudged Evan in the arm. “Yo.”
“What?” He couldn’t keep the annoyance out of his tone. He’d searched the room and no McCormick. Was this a joke? Had his informant lied to him?
“Think I spot your date.”
Evan turned to where Ryder pointed. His breath hitched at the sight before him. No more than twenty feet away, his princess stood with her back turned. Her shimmery white gown hugged her loving curves like a glove. The chandelier above formed a golden hue around her lush figure. Her smooth, milky skin glowed in the light, and his mouth watered as his gaze trailed from the bottom up to her slim hips to the bare expanse of her back. He took in the thick blonde curls on top of her head and the sparkle of her crown. Definitely his princess.
Heat rushed through him. Desire struck, blood pooled in his groin.
“You lucky bastard. My date better be as hot as her.”
He barely heard Ryder. All thoughts flew out of his mind. He couldn’t draw his attention from the woman. His feet involuntarily moved forward. His pulse sped as he got closer. When he stood right behind her, he studied her closely. She looked out into the crowd as if searching for someone. He noted the smoothness of her skin, the delicate curve of her earlobe, the gracefulness of her neck. His fingers itched to touch her. He smelled peaches and drew in a deeper breath, her perfume permeating his senses. An alarm sounded in his head. Something familiar about her, but he couldn’t pin it down. He didn’t care. One thing was for sure: he wanted her.
His date whipped around. Her mouth fell open and her violet eyes widened in shock.
Recognition struck like a fist pummeling his chest.
“Sarah?” His voice actually squeaked.
Silent Night’s Seduction
Lily’s mouth dropped open then closed. “Well, good for you. But let me ask you, where is your date?”
Rafe frowned. “You know, that’s a good question. Why and how are you in my room?”
“This is my room!”
He stilled, praying she wouldn’t see through him. “That can’t be. I specifically requested a brunette as my date.”
Lily sputtered. “You—you cad!”
“This must be a mistake.” He went over to the chair he’d occupied earlier and pulled his phone out of his coat pocket. “I’ll email Madame Eve and get this straightened out. Worse comes to worst, you can go request a different room.”
An outraged gasp sounded behind him. “Why do I have to be the one to leave?”
He whirled around and gave her what he hoped was a convincing bewildered look. “Unless…you’re my date?”
She paused. “Hell no.”
The sight of the slight bulge made her breath hitch. Heat shimmied down her spine. Her nipples tightened under her coat, and an ache formed between her legs. She smiled, a sudden confidence returning to her.
“Jenna.” His husky voice sent a shiver over her skin.
It was the courage she needed.
Moving forward until she stood between his legs, she stared down at him.
“What are you doing?” His eyes darkened as if with fear yet his body told her otherwise.
The coat slipped off her shoulders.
“Fulfilling a dream.”