A romance author with a serious case of writer's block.
A plan to find a muse, write the book, then walk away.
But plans are made to be broken.
My name is Molly Brinks, but most people know me as Vivienne Foxx, bestselling author of chance meetings, stolen glances, and the much-needed happily ever after. At the age of twenty-nine-plus-one, I am at the top of my game...professionally.
My personal life is a completely different story, one best left untold. Success has its sacrifices and I've been more than happy to put my search for Prince Charming on the back burner while I create fictitious tales of the naïve virgin, the broken girl with a torrid past, and the strong-willed student finding their own Mr. Right...
Until one hell of a case of writer's block and a tight deadline set by my publisher forces me to go in search of inspiration.
Armed with an account on every dating website out there, I devise a plan. Meet some nice, professional men. Go on a few dates. Hope one of them has the spark I need to finish my book. Then walk away.
But plans are made to be broken. And inspiration can be found in the most unlikely of places.
My name is Molly Brinks, and this is my story about Writing Mr. Right. AMAZON LINK
This story was something really different. It was a surprise time after time. So was the humor, which there was plenty of as well as sexual conversations.
Molly is funny, irreverent with NO filter to speak of She is also a cynic, who doesn't really believe in love. Her life motto is one that she's not even sure where she picked it up. She learns a painful lesson about that later. She does love her brother Drew, her 2 nieces, her father and her BFF Brooklyn. She was emotional and at times all over the place. Most of the time she was in a place called running.
I will say that more than once the story got to the place where it just seemed to slow down. And I was just ready for it to move on.
There is a H.E.A. with the one man who saw the real Molly and knew most of the time how to handle her. Towards the end I kept thinking, "I wonder how she's going to blow this up." She did in a really hurtful way. Ouch. But they do have a H.E.A. in a totally Molly kind of way.