Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 137135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
And that, dear reader, is why you befriend people with these so-called “illnesses” instead of being awkwardly “kind” while trying to avoid us.
My mental illnesses have now gotten sexual assault survivors into therapy when before they said they had no hope of healing.
My mental illnesses have given women who once gave up on finding love because of their “weirdness” their second wind to try again, especially after seeing the hotty this dumpster fire landed. I mean, come on. Have you seen my hubby in my videos on TikTok? Phew!
And he likes me. He really, really likes me. No matter how fucking “sick” my brain is, he doesn’t want me any other way. And that just proves there is someone out there for literally everyone. We just have to find the person whose demons play well with our own.
So if you were pissed off about the book ending this way, look, I’m sorry. That depressive episode Sienna was going through, how she hadn’t written a word in nine months, lost all her “friends” in one fell swoop, and all that other shit? 100% real. This book is a goddamn diary of sorts.
But what’s also real in it?
Vivian Lowe. Who, in this book, is really my real-life best friend Jamie Vest, my ride or die, then flavored with a little Aurora Rose Reynolds, Erin Noelle, and CC Monroe—my author besties turned family. Every word out of Vi’s mouth in this book was spoken by one of these real-life goddesses, and like Sienna, I couldn’t have made it through the past two years without them.
What’s fiction?
I couldn’t tell you to save my life. At this point in world building, it’s hard for me to decipher between reality and what I’ve made up and submersed myself in for the past eight years. It was very confusing the other day when I walked into my husband’s shop and saw he had built me a life-size replica of the St. Andrew’s Cross from one of the playrooms at Club Alias.
But that’s a tale for a different book.
There’s another reason this is a Part 1 instead of one whole book—I fell in love with these characters SO HARD, and I wasn’t ready to leave them yet. I could’ve easily made this an instalove, wham-bam, thank you, ma’am, but I. Didn’t. Want. To. If I could guarantee my readers wouldn’t disown me, I would stretch Sienna’s story to be a whole damn series just to keep spending time with Gym Daddy, Dumpster Daddy, and Dream Daddy.
Just wait, y’all. You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.
Plant Daddy Part 2 will be available January 31st.
Promise.
And you’ll see Sienna get her happily ever after.
But with who?
I don’t know. The voices haven’t even told ME yet!
Love,
KD
Plant Daddy
PART TWO
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IMPORTANT NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR
Dearest Reader,
Ya see… what happened was…
I’m what’s known in the writing world as a “pantser.”
You remember back in the day when our teachers tried to pound it into our heads the importance of outlining and planning your entire essay or story before you even wrote the first word of your actual manuscript? Everything from those bubble charts or the boxes with arrows leading to other boxes that spread across a page until it damn near looked like one of those walls they find in a conspiracy theorist’s secret room hidden behind a Murphy door?
Yeah, well… we pantsers look at all that and say… 🤔 “Nope!”
The lightbulb turns on in our head, illuminating this brilliant idea for a story, and we may flesh it out a little bit in our mind, letting it form enough that we sorta know where to begin the journey, but then we just jump right in and start writing.
The characters and their tales are revealed to us much the same way they are to you—we just happen to be the ones typing it out while they talk, so you don’t have to.
Now that I’ve set the scene…
This storyline and these characters took on a life of their own. What started out as this fun idea to have a crazy plant lady join a sugar daddy dating site in order to fund her plant addiction has turned into something so much more.
And it’s not entirely my fault.
Okay, so the first part was totally my fault: What was supposed to be a standalone book in the Club Alias Series, Plant Daddy, ended up releasing as Plant Daddy Part 1, because there was way more depth to these people than what I first saw when my lightbulb turned on.