"So Julie, I've been reviewing that Facebook post where you asked everyone what they want to see in the final book. I made a spreadsheet with their responses.”
"God the spreadsheets. Let me get a fresh diet pepsi before we discuss this.”
"And it looks like the readers want to see Jana #DeLucaStyle with Vaughn & Grace.”
Julie tilts her head and looks at me, as if sideways I might make more sense. “Jana, no one wants that. You made that up. And DeLuca style is two men and one woman. Also, that reference is from another series by a different author. I think there’s a sphere of delusion that you should stay inside of.”
“So the readers want me to #DeLucaStyle with Vaughn and Brad is what you’re saying?”
Julie puts down her diet pepsi and turns to me. “Really Jana? That’s what you got out of my response?”
“Okay, fine! No #DeLucaStyle for anyone. Bitch. Anyway, the readers want sex and babies and shit. That’s what they want in HOME.”
Julie turns back to her keyboard. “I can’t make any promises.”
“And a spinoff where Conner fucks Felicity. I’m getting like a ton of messages requesting that.” I chew on my fingernail and avoid eye contact.
I hear Julie sigh. “How many messages did you get Jana?”
“Tons.” I nod my head as I reply. This makes it legit.
“How many? Give me a number.”
“Well zero. But I felt them Julie! I. Felt. Them. The readers, they communicated with me on a spiritual level that they wanted Conner to bend Felicity over a desk and fuck her.” I’m getting worked up now, fist bumping the air with conviction.
“A spiritual level? Do you even listen to yourself?”
“Out loud or the voices in my head? I listen to both.”
