#SundayShare – from my WIP, Under the Milky Way

Actor Michael Fassbender -- who has become the inspiration for both Gus and Max.

Actor Michael Fassbender — who has become the inspiration for both Gus and Max.

Belle was still curled in the same tight ball she slept in every night. No matter how many times I tried to massage away the thoughts that troubled her, she curled into herself, one arm tucked under the pillow, the other looped round her torso.
I knew she was not yet accustomed to me beside her. Whenever she announced that she was going to bed, Belle always paused as if uncertain whether she wanted me to join her. Though she kept her expression impassive, her body gave her away. She’d rise from the sofa, her fingers picking at invisible tufts of lint or fussing with the hem of her top. A flicker of her lips was enough to betray her.
Tonight she’d been more certain. She’d crossed the living room and then waited at the mouth of the hall. I studied her, reading the quickness of her pulse, the shallow breaths she took. Tonight she held out her hand to me and said in a hushed tone, “Come to bed, Max. It’s late…”

Actress Regina Hall -- inspiration for Belle.

Actress Regina Hall — inspiration for Belle.

Once we were in bed though, she did not want me to make love to her or to pleasure her with my fingers and mouth. She asked me to hold her until she slept.

While she slept, I closed my eyes and went into my power down state. Though I could still hear and sense everything, I was technically disconnected from Belle and the world. Instead, the Agency fed me new information. About Gus, updates to my algorithms, changes to my appearance based on Belle’s preferences. Though lately I changed to suit me.

The last thing I wanted was to be Gus 2.

I was Max.

I wasn’t Gus.

#SundayShare – From my current WIP, Under the Milky Way

As promised, here’s a snippet from Under the Milky Way. It’s unedited, so excuse any weirdness. :)

“Gus?”
Gus blinked—his eyes were empty and lifeless at first, then something changed. The watery blue of his eyes darkened and then warmed. Her throat tightened—was it really him? Why had he not said he was coming home?
“Gus? Why didn’t you…”
His right hand twitched and then the corner of his mouth flickered. “I’m sorry, Bellamy. I am not Gus. I am Max. The Agency has arranged for me to be your companion.”
“What is this?” She glanced at the man standing beside Gus—or Max? What was going on? Whoever he was, he looked exactly like Gus. Even the pale, jagged scar on upper lip was the same.
“Compliments of the Agency.” The young man in the Agency uniform thrust a terminal pad at her. “I just need your signature.”
“I don’t want it.”
“You have to accept the delivery, ma’am. I’m not authorised to take him back there.”
Belle shook her head no. This was too much. She didn’t want this at all. Standing before her was
“I didn’t order a…companion. I don’t need one. My husband is coming home soon.”
“Ma’am, according to the order I have, your husband is scheduled for a new mission. This is standard procedure—long missions mean no furloughs in the near future. And then the Agency arranges a companion.”
Belle crossed her arms, tightening them and closing herself off. “So I can’t say no.”
“No. If you don’t want it, you can sell it or just turn him off. There’s a node behind his right ear—just press it and he’s off until you want him on again. Stick him in a closet,he won’t mind. Will you, Max?”
The android smiled blandly. “If Bellamy prefers it that way, then I won’t mind.”

And what was I listening to as I wrote this? Gary Numan’s “Are Friends Electric?”…

Father’s Day Excerpt: from Maybe Forever

Since today is Father’s Day, I thought I’d share with you a father-daughter scene featuring Mads and his youngest daughter, Freya, from Maybe Forever.

Photo credit: rSnapshotPhotos/Shutterstock.

Photo credit: rSnapshotPhotos/Shutterstock.

Once Anton and I rang off, I took Freya into the bathroom and cooled off her skin with a cold compress. The aloe vera gel came next. Freya whimpered at first but as the gel soothed away the heat she settled down and a tiny smile emerged again. I hated seeing her like this. How did Laney deal with this all the time? All I knew was I wanted to make everything better for my little girl.
She was growing so fast–just yesterday she’d managed to pull herself up on her own and balance for a few moments. Laney and I had watched, mesmerized, as our youngest daughter planted her hands onto the sofa cushion to brace herself and try to stand. In a few days she would be eight months old. Would she be an early bloomer and begin walking before she was even ten months old? Or would she be more like Liv, who’d taken her time about walking and explored every inch of the apartment crawling or scooting, only to take us by surprise on her first birthday by standing and taking off almost immediately in a wobbly run.
After a sleepless night thanks to her sunburn, Freya was more subdued than usual, which was understandable. Hell, I was pretty exhausted too. If anything I wanted to take a nap and I’d barely been out of bed for more two or three hours. Picking up Freya again, I asked her, “What do you think, lille ven? Shall we take a nap?”
My daughter yawned, her sleepy green eyes struggling to remain open. We retraced the path to the bedroom Laney and I had been sharing. The bedroom faced the back garden and was shaded by most of the morning sun thanks to the lush canopy of a marbleberry tree. It cast swaying shadows on the wall as a breeze caught its branches. Freya and I watched the shadows dance. She giggled and pointed at the tree. I kept my arm protectively around her as I began to drift off. It wasn’t long until even Freya settled down and her tiny sighs let me know she’d fallen asleep.
The air conditioner’s hum formed a cloud of white noise that lulled me even deeper into sleep. Freya planted her thumb in her mouth. I wondered if she was dreaming of penguins. Don’t grow up too quickly, I thought as my eyelids grew heavy. Stay my baby girl for just a little while longer.

Brainstorming in Matera

Screen Shot 2015-06-19 at 18.38.20Instead of spending Midsummer in Stockholm, I am in Matera, Italy brainstorming my next books with a great group of writers at the Locanda di San Martino. These amazing women have helped me figure out how to get past some road blocks that were keeping me from moving forward with my new WIP, Under the Milky Way. I am so grateful for this group and all the wonderful ideas and discussions we share. It’s been amazing! :) Later today there will be a #SundayShare post with a snippet from my WIP.

Five books to take to the beach

I’ve loved books since I was a child. Even when others made fun of me for being a bookworm, I continued to carry books with me wherever I went. They were my escape from doldrums, from other people’s ignorance and cruelty, they entertained me during long train rides or bus rides to Virginia, they took me to places far more exotic than my actual destinations and allowed me to experience things beyond my wildest imagination.

No summer (no season, really) is complete without books. I love checking out which books make it to the New York Times summer reading list. And while the list is never really as diverse as I’d like it to be, this year stood out in particular for being completely white. Well, Janet Maslin has her taste in books. I have mine. So here goes…

There is no specific order to my list, so don’t spend too much time wondering if number 1 is better than number 5 The order is only based on when it popped into my head. :)

Screen Shot 2015-06-13 at 11.02.455. Kilt Tease by Melissa Blue

The latest instalment in Melissa Blue’s Under the Kilt series, Kilt Tease, is now available. I loved the first three books (especially book 3 – Kilted for Pleasure, featuring Victoria and Callan). I just started reading Kilt Tease and it doesn’t disappoint. This time the focus is on ex-rugby player Quentin and American Katherine Campbell (but don’t call her “Kitten”). It’s a story of opposites attracting and what happens when you open yourself to love. My kind of story. And who can resist a story that features a sexy Sottish rugby player? :)

Screen Shot 2015-06-13 at 10.38.484. That Girl from Nowhere by Dorothy Koomson 

I went through a period where I wasn’t so keen on Dorothy Koomson’s novels, and then suddenly I fell in love with her writing. I’m not sure which book did the trick, but I do love her “heart fiction” (as she calls her books). Like her last few books, That Girl from Nowhere is more mystery than love story or relationship story. I like how Koomson’s characters are always so wonderfully flawed. That Girl from Nowhere focuses on Clemency, a black woman who was adopted by a white family, who by chance comes into contact with her birth family. I won’t give away any further details, but you should definitely add this book to your Beach Read List.

Screen Shot 2015-06-13 at 15.29.403. Crazy Rich Asians by Kevin Kwan

Crazy Rich Asians has been on my TBR list since last summer. The more I read about this super-rich Chinese families in Singapore and what happens when the heir to one such family brings home his American-born Chinese girlfriend. I’ve only taken sneak peeks at a few chapters and I’m already hooked, so I know this will be one of my favourite books this summer. I love satirical novels and haven’t read a really good one in a long time.

Screen Shot 2015-06-13 at 15.51.092. Loving Day by Mat Johnson

Back in the day, Mat Johnson was the guy nearly everyone I knew had a crush on. We both grew up in Philadelphia and had some of the same friends who hung out on South Street at the weekends and went to the same parties in Center City, University City and Germantown/Mount Airy. Mat’s gone from being the comic book/graphic novel-loving shy guy all my girlfriends were in love with to a critically-acclaimed author. His latest novel, Loving Day, takes on pertinent questions of race as his narrator, Warren Duffy, returns to the US after the breakup of his marriage to a Welsh woman. Duffy inherits a half-renovated mansion in Philadelphia and finds himself confronting ghosts of sorts–both real and imagined. Another book that I’ve only read snippets of, but that I think will be a phenomenal summer read.

Screen Shot 2015-06-13 at 16.11.391. Chasing Moments by Tia Kelly

Any book by Tia Kelly is automatically on my 1-click list. Ever since I heard that Chasing Moments was on its way and available for pre-order, I placed my order. And while it’s not scheduled to be released until late August, I will wait patiently for its arrival. So what’s it about? A confirmed party girl whose fame precedes her, who is famous simply for being famous, and who wakes up one morning unable to remember what happened the night before. Now she must try to piece together memories of her life as she rediscovers who she is and what it all means. I seriously cannot wait to dip into this book. August can’t get here soon enough. :)

Now this is a short list. I am on vacation now and far too lazy to write more today. There will most definitely be a part two to this list.

Getting to know Benny from Maybe Forever

Earlier this week, we caught up with Laney. Now let’s have a sit-down with Benny, the saucy intern who seems to have a thing for Mads. She’s been pretty forthright about her interest in him. Let’s see what she has to say for herself. 


Me: So tell it to me straight, Benny. Why did you start making moves on Mads? You knew he was married–

Benny: (laughs) You’ve seen him. You know how gorgeous he is. And I liked what I saw, so I went for it.

Me: It can’t be so shallow as that.

Benny: Look, I don’t know what you expect me to say. I’m not really into relationships. I suppose I’m like a guy in that way… I like to hit it and quit it. I know it sounds vulgar, but I don’t have any hang-ups when it comes to sex. If I want it, I want it. And Mads…well, he’s insanely hot.

Me: But is that a reason to go after a man you know is married?

Benny: You know what I wanted? I just wanted to see if I could do it. Turn his head. Get him interested. See where it went. I knew it was a long shot. And, no, I was not interested in being the next Mrs. Rasmussen or being the mother of his children. I just wanted a taste of him.

Me: You’ve been interning at the collective. How did you end up there?

Brazilian Cinita Dicker, inspiration for Benny.

Brazilian Cinita Dicker, inspiration for Benny.

Benny: I heard about it through the grapevine. Morten and Mads came to my design seminar at Designhøjskole and I really liked how mellow they were. They didn’t act like they were too good to be there, they didn’t blather on like they were saying oh-so-very important words that didn’t really mean anything. They seemed real, you know? And I had total respect for that. I’m a designer too. I wanted to be a part of this–work together with some guys who seemed really cool and whose work was well and truly kick-ass. And then I heard Willem talking about how he’d applied, but I’d missed the application deadline. So I just went there and pretended I’d applied. Mads wasn’t there that day. It was Jonas and Morten who ended up interviewing me. I guess they liked my portfolio.

Me: What are you plans now? Are you going to continue trying to get Mads?

Benny: (shrugging) If he shows an interest, then why should I turn him down?

Me: And has he shown an interest?

Benny: Not yet…but it’s only a matter of time. And his wife isn’t around, so I’m guessing he might be more interested now.

Me: What about your position at the collective? Shouldn’t you be more focused on your career and getting work experience?

Benny: I know I’m good already. I’m the best intern there. And I do a damned good job, so nobody can complain. I go in, I work…I finish my projects on time. Yes, I flirt. I think any woman in my position would do the same.

Me: Where do you see yourself five years from now?

Benny (laughs again): I don’t know…but wherever I am, I’ll be enjoying myself. Maybe I’ll have my own collective. Maybe they’ll take me on full-time. I guess we’ll just to wait and see.


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#SundayShare: Samplings from Under the Milky Way

I’ve started working on a new project and I thought I’d share it with you for my first #SundayShare post. I’ve been tossing around the idea of a story set in the future that features a robot who falls in love, a woman struggling with the past and the future, and an astronaut who loses more of his humanity the longer he’s in space. The title of my experiment is Under the Milky Way. I shared a scene from it with you back in April as Flash Fiction. What you’ll get now are some snippets of scenes which aren’t connected yet. Over the next few months, I’ll share more scenes with you, even some fully developed chapters. Let’s see where my experument takes us.


Photo credit: IM_Photo/shutterstock.com

Photo credit: IM_Photo/shutterstock.com

She gave up trying to sleep. What was the point when too many thoughts were tumbling around in her mind? Sleep was eluding her anyway. She pushed away the tangled covers and turned over on her side. She murmured, “Blinds up…” and the black-out shades retracted, following the curve of the window. A sulphurous glow filled the window, blocking the stars from the sky. The city didn’t sleep. Though she couldn’t hear the traffic, she could see headlights bouncing off the steel and glass facades.

On a night like this, she wished Gus were beside her. Even if he were snoring, his warmth, the solidness of him, would have been enough to quell her thoughts. But perhaps it wouldn’t make a difference this time. Especially since he was the reason she could not sleep. His distance. How his eyes seemed so flat and unseeing the last time she’d spoken to him.

Though she was no longer alone in the apartment, the silence ate away at her. What was it…he..? doing while she struggled to sleep?

She slipped out of bed and put on her robe. The bedroom door slid open with a whisper, allowing her to pass over the threshold and into the hallway. With each step she took, the floor-level LED night lights bloomed on, illuminating her way until she came to the open-plan living room. Here the black-out shades hadn’t been lowered and the orange glow of the nighttime city cast enough light to chase away the shadows.

The robot–she still could not think of him as a companion or by the name he’d been given–sat at the very centre of the sofa. His eyes were open but stared blankly at the wall. He didn’t move, not a muscle flickered.

Belle ventured closer. What was it doing? Why was it…staring at the wall? It didn’t the move. Did it even breathe? She took another step forward. This time, the robot, as if sensing her presence, turned its head toward her and asked, “Is there anything I can do for you, Bellamy?”


EarthFrom up here earth is beautiful. All the colors the ones on the surface take for granted, all the striations, the crags…the rivers…they all become this hazy pattern like an Impressionist painting. The first time I was at the station, I couldn’t get over it.

Now I barely notice it.

Earth is…insignificant. Sooner or later, it won’t matter. I’ve got my orders. Board the next shuttle. Go further out. Explore. Take samples. Test. Transmit results to Ground Control. They’ll tell me at some point that I should come back to Earth.

Earth. I don’t even miss it.

Sometimes I miss her. But…she doesn’t need me. I took care of that already.

She’ll move on. And then, when they give me more orders, I can head further out.

There’s so much more to explore.


Photo credit: mimagephotography/shutterstock.com

Photo credit: mimagephotography/shutterstock.com

In the morning she shut her mind to what awaited her. Another day without Gus. Another day of opening the bookshop and busying herself, hoping that today she would sell more than three or four books. Sometimes going to the shop drained all the happiness out of her. She loved it so much and yet no one else in the neighbourhood seemed to care about it. No, she was exaggerating. The elders—Mrs. Jankowitz—the octogenarian war widow who always wore a shade of pink as perfect as peony petals, Father Odei from the local Catholic church who always brought her fresh flowers to thank her for keeping the joy of books alive, Mama Sandra who’d grown up with Belle’s own grandmother—they came nearly every day, they told her stories, browsed…bought books even when they probably had far too many to ever read. Seeing them every day and sharing tea with them or sitting outside the shop in the sun…that dimmed the gray plume of longing inside her long enough to keep her from thinking too much about the man who once said he would pull down a star for her, but who now preferred the stars to her.

“I shouldn’t think that way.” She braced herself in the shower, her forearms pressed against the steamed glass. “I need to remember the promise he made to me.”

But she couldn’t erase the bland, distant expression on his face during their last vid call. Or the way Gus tapped his middle finger on the screen’s edge like a metronome counting the beats of their conversation, waiting for the minutes to dribble away.

She tapped the shower controls, increased the water pressure and hoped the hard droplets of water would wash her thoughts clear. There was no point in denying it. She missed him. And he was not coming back. Not now.

The last time he’d been on earth—how long ago was it? A year ago? They had 72 hours together before Gus had to return to the station. That first day, he’d barely given her a chance to speak before he began peeling away the layers of clothing, stripping her bare and touching, reclaiming her. All the motions were right…even now, when she thought about it, her hand drifted downwards, sliding between her thighs as she longed for release. She parted her lower lips until her fingertips brushed the tight bud of her clit. With each slow torturous caress, a moan erupted from her, her breath caught in her throat and her chest strained forward…if only…if only he could suck her nipples now as he did that day, catching them between his teeth and tugging, then teasing with the tip of his tongue until she begged him for more. The thick weight of his erection, pressing into her, filling her so completely…those pale eyes… always watching her, never seeming to get enough of her—was he memorising her? Trying to absorb every detail so that he would not forget?

She slid two fingers inside her, surprised at how wet she already was. At how swollen her clit was and how no amount of fucking herself gave her the release she needed. She picked up the pace, pumping her fingers in and out, trying to hit just the right spots as her knees shook. But the more she tried, the more she wanted.

Even if she closed her eyes and replayed that afternoon in her mind, it was like grasping at stardust.

She couldn’t go on like this.


Photo credit: iStockphoto.com

Photo credit: iStockphoto.com

Belle was still curled in the same tight ball she slept in every night. No matter how many times I tried to massage away the thoughts that troubled her, she curled into herself, one arm tucked under the pillow, the other looped round her torso.

I knew she was not yet accustomed to me beside her. Whenever she announced that she was going to bed, Belle always paused as if uncertain whether she wanted me to join her. Though she kept her expression impassive, her body gave her away. She’d rise from the sofa, her fingers picking at invisible tufts of lint or fussing with the hem of her top. A flicker of her lips was enough to betray her.

Tonight she’d been more certain. She’d crossed the living room and then waited at the mouth of the hall. I studied her, reading the quickness of her pulse, the shallow breaths she took. Tonight she held out her hand to me and said in a hushed tone, “Come to bed, Max. It’s late…”

Once we were in bed though, she did not want me to make love to her or to pleasure her with my fingers and mouth. She asked me to hold her until she slept.

Catching up with Laney from Maybe Forever

So last week we had a chance to catch up with Mads. This week let’s sit down with Laney. We’ve caught up with her on a rare moment when the kids are napping and her aunt’s house in Juno Beach is quiet. We’re in her aunt’s garden, sitting in the shade of the marbleberry tree and sipping iced tea. What’s going on in Laney’s head…? Let’s find out.


Me: I think the question on everyone’s mind is if this is the end of the road for you and Mads.

Laney: I don’t know. I don’t want it to be…but things between us aren’t the way they were. And I need more from him. I don’t want a part-time husband.

Me: How are the girls taking the separation?

Actress Kerry Washington, inspiration for Laney in the Maybe... series.

Actress Kerry Washington, inspiration for Laney in the Maybe… series.

Laney: They don’t really understand it. Freya’s too young–she’s only seven months old, so for her this is more of a Where’s Papa? thing. I can tell she misses him. She’s always looking for him. And for Liv…she’s confused. I can’t really tell my four-year-old daughter that I’ve left her father. That I’ve done it because I need a break from what our life was becoming. All she knows is that her daddy isn’t here… she asks about him every day–when is he coming, does he miss her, will she see him soon? I make sure she has FaceTime chats with him…it’s not the same as seeing him every day but at least they can see each other and talk.

Me: Are you talking to him as well?

Laney: (pausing) Sometimes. It’s not easy. Seeing him, being reminded every time I look at him that maybe this is karma for how we even met and the hurt we caused. And then… I see him and my resolve to be away from him slips. I love him. I guess I love him too much. Maybe that’s my problem.

Me: You’ve had a case of the Baby Blues…do you feel like being away is helping you get back to the old you?

Laney: I really hate that term, “Baby Blues”. It makes it sound so cutesy. I feel better…I’m beginning to feel normal again. My aunt Cecily has been a huge help. I needed support, I needed someone to help me focus and find my footing again and she’s done that. It’s the second time she saved me. The first time was when my mom died… Cecily didn’t have to take me in. She could have left me in foster care. But that’s not the sort of person she is. And even now, she could have said no when I asked if we could come. She tried to talk me out of leaving Denmark with the kids. But she also understood I needed to be away.

Me: You didn’t initially want to try the yoga and meditation she suggested. What made you change your mind?

Laney: I couldn’t really see how it was going to help me… I didn’t understand how it could make me feel any differently. But then I went, and it was all about focusing on you and your baby and forming this connection. When everything is calm, when you can feel all the tension ebbing away and you realize how much you love your child, how you’ve been in this fog because of anxiety and lack of sleep and everything else. And suddenly you see your little one in a different light, one that isn’t dimmed by all the confusion, and it’s such a relief. I’m so glad Cecily talked me into trying it. It helped me find my way again.

Me: Do you have any regrets about leaving the way that you did?

Laney: I should have told him I was going to leave. I knew it even as I was booking the tickets while he slept. I knew this was going to break his heart. But my heart already felt broken. I felt like I’d already lost him.

Me: He says he doesn’t want this to be the end of you. What would it take for the two of you to come back together again?

Laney: I need more than words. I need proof. As much as I love him, I need to see that things will really change. That’s the hard part though…because if he suddenly showed up and said all the right words, I’d melt. I always melt for him. I can’t help it. There’s no one else in this world I want. For me, there’s only Mads.


Get your copy of Maybe Forever – available for Kindle, Nook, iBooks and Kobo. Coming soon in trade paperback.

Catching up with Mads from Maybe Forever

MFThe last time we interviewed Mads, he was waiting for Laney to figure out if she was going to take the plunge–give up the comfortable though sterile life she had with Niklas in Stockholm for Mads. Now it’s four years later. They’re married, and they’ve got two beautiful daughters. But all is not well. So let’s imagine it’s one of those hot, humid summer days in Copenhagen and we’ve caught up with Mads at Mikkeller and Friends on Stefansgade. And we’re sitting outside since it’s too sticky to be indoors. Mads doesn’t seem like he’s in the best of moods. Let’s see what he’s got to say… 


Me: Let’s just jump right into this…what the heck did you do to make her leave?

Mads: (clasps his hands, leans forward and stares down at his feet) I screwed up. I was stupid… I just… I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought if I could be more successful, if I could give her everything–the money, the lifestyle she used to have…that we’d never have to worry. And… I wanted to be successful for me too. I didn’t want to feel like I was some kind of failure.

Me: But how could you feel like a failure when things seem to be going so well for you and your partners? You’re making bespoke pieces for a major hotel project, you’ve got a steady flow of orders coming in and write-ups in design magazines. Surely by now you know you’ve made it.

Mads: I don’t know. You know… sometimes when you’re looking at the stacks of invoices that need to be paid and you’re having to remind pretty flush customers that they really do need to pay for the furniture you’ve designed for them, and you’re paying rent on workspace and making sure everyone else gets paid first…you don’t really feel that successful. We had some pretty lean years in the beginning.

Me: But surely you know Laney doesn’t miss her life with Niklas…

Danish actor Nikolaj Coster-Waldau, the inspiration for Mads.

Danish actor Nikolaj Coster-Waldau, the inspiration for Mads.

Mads: I know she doesn’t want to be with Niklas again. Realistically, I know this. But when I’m standing there watching this distance grow between us…and I know he’s calling her sometimes, asking for advice and acting like the only thing that was ever between them was friendship… It’s like he thinks she still is a part of him. I know she doesn’t think that way, but he does. I know it.

Me: Did you ever tell Laney that his calls bothered you?

Mads: I can’t forbid her from talking to him. And why should I? I trust her. I don’t trust him, but I trust my wife.

Me: There’s a part of you though that is envious of Niklas’s wealth…

Mads: Yeah, of course I am. He could give things to Laney that I couldn’t…I’ll probably never be that well-off. Laney never complains, but I know there are times when she misses what she had. She never had to think about how much something cost, she never had to question if there was enough money to go on holiday. And then she moved here to be with me and that privilege of never having to worry… it disappeared. Those first few years, we sometimes had to scramble to make ends meet with our salaries. I’d stopped working at the clinic, so there was no more extra money coming in unless I managed to get a few evening classes in woodworking from the local design school and community college. And then when Liv came…I pretty much stopped working so I could be at the hospital all the time… I still remember how we had to dig into our savings to pay bills. And Laney’s had just a broken background as me… I knew she needed that security and it was disappearing because we didn’t have enough money…

Me: What about your family? How did it feel–having that family you wanted?

Mads: Everything that’s good in my life is because of them. Before I met Laney, I never pictured myself as the guy who couldn’t wait to go home to be with his wife. I’d stopped believing that I would ever meet someone else I’d want to be married to…and then she came along…I love her… I can’t even imagine my life without her. I don’t want to. And my daughters–do you know how brilliant it feels to be their dad? I come home to them and it feels like whatever was missing–they fill that hole as soon as I see them. Or if I just think about them…Liv is like my little shadow–she follows me everywhere and she’s always full of questions. And Freya…she is my littlest angel and she’s growing up so quickly… Fanden, I miss my girls.

Me: Is this the end of you and Laney?

Mads: No, it can’t be. When you love each other as much we do…it can’t just disappear like that. I want to grow old with her. I’m not giving up on my marriage.

Me: Anton and the gang are worried that if you don’t act soon, Laney may ask you for a divorce.

Mads: I don’t want a divorce. I want my wife. I want my family…that’s all I want–Laney and my girls.


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Maybe Forever goes live today — and I am having a party on Sunday.

Cover of Maybe ForeverI’m so excited — Maybe Forever goes live today! If you pre-ordered your copy, it should be pop up in your e-reader as soon as you sync it. A few people have already told me they’ve got it in their Kindles now.

Since I am naturally impatient, I checked already to see if it was live on Amazon yet (and it wasn’t), but I suppose they will change the status in a couple of hours since they operate on PDT (Pacific Daylight Time) and I am in Sweden where it’s CEST (Central European Summer Time).

To celebrate the release of Maybe Forever, I’ve teamed up with fellow IR/MC authors Xio Axelrod, L. Penelope, LaVerne Thompson and Ines Johnson for an online release party on Sunday, 17 May!

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It’s a Love in Many Shades event and there will be giveaways, gab and games. So swing by–it starts on Sunday the 17th at 1PM EDT (Eastern Daylight Time) and continues until 3:30 PM EDT.

Don’t forget to check out all of the authors who’ll be part of the fun. Why not follow their Amazon Author pages and check out their work? :)

Me

Xio Axelrod

Ines Johnson

LaVerne Thompson

L. Penelope