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Prologue

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It’s 5:00 AM, and I am tired.

Storm

Hello, and welcome to this book’s edition of Wow, Storm Really Cannot Handle Starting a Book, brought to you by: executive dysfunction. I hope you enjoy the pre-ride snacks!

Would you like a peek behind the curtain that is my writing process? Since you’re here and all, reading the prologue (hottie behavior, by the way!), I think you deserve a little treat in the form of me spilling all my secrets.

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No, this is not me “avoiding” writing the book because I “have no clue how to start it.” This is megiving you a treatfor being a good little reader and reading the prologue. I’m Pavlov-ing you, not panic-distracting myself.

Don’t be ridiculous.

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Anyway.

My secret?

My secret is that less than five hours ago I was begging my ARC team to tell me what POV to start this book in: Wolfe’s or Leora’s. They were, of course, wildly unhelpful, indecisive, and wishy-washy. This is due in no part at all to the fact that only about five of them have read book one at this point in time. Not for lack of trying, but because I have a special little reward system wherein some of them can get the book earlier thanothers. It’s all very fun, very haha, verywow they are unhelpful in my time of need, and so happily unhelpful, the little menaces. A tear falls from my eye. They’re just like their captain. (That’s me, in case it wasn’t clear.)

Hm? What’s an ARC team?

An ARC team is a very special group of readers who get an early copy of the book in exchange for a review. Wonderful program. Contact me if you’d like the chance to be incredibly unhelpful as I beg in all caps for someone, anyone, to make the life-changing decision of whether we want to hear from a gorgeous, incredible, intelligent, funny, sweet, beautiful, kind girlie pop first, or from a stinkyboy.

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Oh. Well. There we have our answer, don’t we…

Sigh.

I guess I’ll be functioning this executive now.

Here we gooooooooo–

Chapter One

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Hello, my gorgeous, incredible, intelligent, funny, sweet, beautiful, kind girlie pop. It’s nice to see you here.

Leora

I’d like to meet.

Four words. Five if you count the contraction as two, which I don’t, because the word counter in Google Docs doesn’t, and I figure Google knows a whole lot more about pretty much anything than I do, so I should probably listen to it. For instance, Google knows that last sentence wasn’t a run on, but it was way too long anyway.

Most of my thoughts are way too long anyway.

I am what one might call a rambler, should one trust the Google definition of the word. Which, as established, I think one should.

Wolfe Blackwood is not a rambler. By Google definition or any other. Clearly.