Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 63289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
He told me to write it.
I put a few chapters together, but wasn't confident about the story.
Horace's past words kept sounding in my head, telling me it would be a waste of time and a completely bad idea.
Being that I had fired Horace and sued him for money, I no longer had an agent.
Many wanted to sign me, but. . .perhaps I had a little PTSD regarding working with an agent again.
Still, I pushed through.
Twenty chapters into the story, and one night Ryan showed up at my house very drunk. Tears streamed down his face. He gripped a gun in his right hand, but he explained that the bullet wasn't for me.
It was for him.
After the debacle of his divorce and scandal of Horace stealing from his clients, Ryan drowned in regret and depression.
He planned to commit suicide that night, but he was afraid to kill himself. He decided to come to me, knowing that I probably wasn't a huge fan of him. This meant that I would give him an honest answer to a question spinning in his head.
The question: Why should he stay alive?
We talked all night. I reminded him of his artistic talent for fashion, and how even something so small as his beautiful smile could melt the heart of even the coldest person in a room.
I told him how much I wished we had gotten along because I thought he was a lot of fun.
I explained that I was looking for a friend, due to cutting Claire and Horace out of my life. I had no idea what those two were doing, if they still messed around or not. I blocked them on all social media and deleted their contact information. As far as I was concerned, they no longer existed.
But that night, I extended my hand and asked if Ryan would be my friend.
Then, he unloaded the gun and gave it to me.
I made Ryan spend the night, and I lay next to him in bed, making sure he never got up to hurt himself.
The next morning, Ryan sat next to me as I wrote. After a few hours, he asked about the story.
I read the first chapter out loud.
At the end, he begged me to read more.
And that was how we spent the next seven days. He simply stayed at my house listening to my reading new chapters of Zombie Love.
Ethan would come over and sit with us too.
Once I finally finished the manuscript, Ryan was renewed. He talked about opening up his new stylist business for high-end clients. He demanded that I be his first client for free.
I didn't think I needed a stylist, but Ryan believed I would have tons of events after Zombie Love was released.
And he was right.
Zombie Love topped the charts in its first week. Readers raved about how new and fun it was.
In the first book, everyone met Zane and Aria as this new couple navigating the challenges of falling in love in a world overrun by zombies.
Since leaving the time loop, I had been obsessed with this ancient witch, Aria. I always read as much as I could about her. I never found out who killed Aria, but I wanted her to live on and never be forgotten.
Therefore, I had to use her name in my story.
At the book launch party, Ethan lowered to one knee and proposed. I screamed out yes as our friends clapped and cheered around us.
By the time, I released the sequel, Eternal Devotion, I was married and pregnant with triplets.
Meanwhile, the second book made me so proud. I wasn't sure I could keep the excitement of the couple going. But, as Ethan and my love deepened, so did Zane and Aria's relationship. These characters had to face many new obstacles while confronting the realities of their undead existence.
Eventually, the sequel gained worldwide success for the Undead Love Chronicles. Both books acquired foreign rights translation deals. People were reading about my zombie lovers on almost every continent.
The triplets were born by the time I wrote the third book, Love Amidst the Ruins. Two girls and one boy. All healthy and adorable. A perfectly blended mixture of Ethan and my features.
We named our kids in the theme of the time loop, since time was what had brought us together.
Our oldest daughter by one minute was named, Eve, meaning life and reminding me of our repeated evening. In that time loop, we had dedicated our lives to each other, and through our uniting together, we returned to our lives.
Then, our lovely daughter, Dawn came next, reminding us of the daylight when we finally left the time loop. She sparkled just like the sun.
And not to be outdone, our dear son Luke followed, loudly bawling and shaking those tiny fists. The name symbolized the bringing of light, the hope for our future.