Romance Bullshit

Writer's block has never had a better cure.

She's supposed to be writing. The deadline is real, the blank page is mocking her, and everyone else in the room is typing frantically while she stares at nothing until she looks out at the beach and sees him — muscled arms, surfboard, the most gloriously predictable cliché she's ever laid eyes on.

Such a stereotype. Absolutely.

And yet.

If she wants to write about a guy like that, her readers probably want to read about him too. So the novel begins — and what her characters get up to is as passionate, torrid, and perfectly constructed as only fiction can be. The kind of sex that real life occasionally delivers and writing always improves.

Funny, hot, and surprisingly meta, a confession about desire, creativity, and the fine line between inspiration and fantasy.