I've entered the Underworld, so you better not bother me today!Danny read the message from his girlfriend, Meg, several times, chuckling to himself at her quirky ways of telling him she was having a writing day. He knew it said not to bother her, yet he desperately wanted to share some good news with her. And Meg would forgive him...right?So now, he stands outside of her apartment, unlocking the door with his key, and sta...

Meg really can’t remember how she ended up like this. One minute, she and Danny were on the couch talking about dinner with his parents, and the next minute her wrists are tied together and she is splayed out on her dark purple comforter with Danny’s head between her legs. His fingers slowly thrust in and out of her pussy as his mouth sucks, nips, and licks at her thigh. What spawned this change, she wasn’t sure, but she...

He said he had a surprise for her, and that she should dress nice. That was all. So Meg slips into a white halter dress, black tights, and cute heels before pulling on a huge coat and stepping outside of her apartment.It's the middle of winter after all, and though it isn't snowing, it is still far below freezing outside. She drives carefully to Danny’s house before parking on the street and checking her makeup in the mir...

With the success of her last book, Meg has been pressured by her agent, publishers, and fans to write another one. Her pen scribbles furiously in her notebook, her mind rapidly absorbed into the fantastical world that she’s creating with her purple ink. She’s so engulfed in her writing that she doesn’t hear the keys in the door, or the door creaking open.Danny stops in the doorway and stares at Meg. She’s sideways in her...

It has been the longest three days of Meg’s life. Her nerves have travelled from excited to anxious to paranoid, and now they have landed on depression. She knows that her agent says one week, yet it doesn’t take a week to read her novels. She should know by now whether or not it got accepted. With a sigh, she buries her head on Danny’s shoulder as he plays his video game on the couch with his friends, Jake and Max, on th...

It is Submission Day. As Meg hits send on her final draft of Sealed with a Kiss, she can’t help but feel excited, nervous, and fucking terrified all at the same time. This happens every Submission Day, but this one is different. Abigail is a character that Meg worked long and hard for, so what if her agent doesn’t like it? Hell, what if it gets rejected? All the usual anxiety whirls into a hurricane in her head, and she’s...

The darkness swallowed Los Angeles, yet in the darkness she wasn’t “Oh! Fuck, you just blew my head off, Jake!” Danny’s shout breaks Meg’s concentration, though she wouldn’t have been able to finish the statement anyway. The characters in her story have been eluding her since the beginning, and she has been fighting to finish the novel her publisher has been begging her for. Meg looks up from the notebook in her lap and w...

Deadlines. That will be the death of me, I think as my fingers fly over my laptop. Words pour from spiral notebooks, post-its, and envelopes, forming long prose of fantasy and adventure on the screen. And the deadline is next week…so close and so distressing. Am I even ready? I have no clue. I dig through the papers on my desk looking for amendment fifteen of Part Three, Chapter Twelve, when the doorbell chimes. I groan,...