But last night, something strange happened. Now, I'm a dreamer. I dream every night (mostly nightmares) without fail. BUT, last night I met him. A character in one of my upcoming novels.
He was tall (they always are...) with light brown, messy hair, hazel eyes and an endless supply of cords and T-shirts. His name was Henry, and he was totally sarcastic, but in that insanely hot way.
Now... I woke up (two hours late) and had Henry still on my mind. I need to write a story for him, only... he doesn't fit into THE NAUGHTY LIST sequel. He has to get something all on his own. So next week, I plan to finish TNL2 and send it back to my fabulous editor over at Razorbill. Then, my newest boyfriend will get his story.
Just so you know what he has to live up to, here are some of my previous boyfriends: