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A Note from Lyon Fox
So, we’re like friends now, right? Not like secret friends. But like friends who talk and post on Facebook for each other’s birthdays and stuff, right? Mine’s October 16. Because I totally just told you like tons of personal stuff. And it would be really embarrassing if you turned me down after that.
Ouch! Gah, the writer’s poking me to tell you about real-life moments from the book.
Um, they are all true to my life. But apparently my life doesn’t count. Because I’m a fictional character. What B.S. Hello? Did you not feel my fear when I thought I was going down for that Georgina thing? What’s more real than that?
Apparently these things:
1. There was actually a first date at an Indian restaurant where the bathroom door was locked and dine and ditch looked like a possibility.
2. A version of Squirts.
3. There is a woman who’s ditzy enough to only read coloring books. Yeah, it’s mean. But I bet you know one too.
Ugh. And now, as if things aren’t bad enough, she wants me to tell you that I write the emails for the reader group. WHAT? No. I refuse. I already have a new job. And apparently, it’s harder to be a cop than an attorney because I have to go to the Academy and train.
B.S. I am not writing you any letters. (Totally writing you letters) FUDGING FRICK! She’s taking over my fingers. Make this stop. Don’t pre-order books 2 or 3. Not worth it.
Ignore this crazy bee and just tell me you love me. Leave a review. Because, like, how else am I gonna know? I only exist in words. So anything that’s not written down technically doesn’t exist for me.
Fate’s a Freaking Beach…
You’d hate your mom too if she put a cursing curse on you. Yeah. I can’t curse out loud. Ever.
So, when I get accused of murdering a vampire, the best I’ve got is, “Mother duck!”
It gets even bleeping better when I find out my arse of an ex-boyfriend is leading the investigation against me. Have I fantasized about being chained up by a hot dragon shifter? Yeah, but not like this.
I mean, how am I supposed to prove I didn’t kill Georgina the loudmouth buttface?
I’m a wingless fairy without a scrap of power in a town full of supernaturals. Who’s gonna believe me?
If I don’t want to spend a lifetime in a fudgin’ dungeon, I’m gonna have to find the real killer, and fast. Unfortunately, the further I dig, the more motives I find. Georgina didn’t make a lot of friends.
To top it off, while I’m trying to prove my innocence, I meet the world’s sexiest vamp. And guess what? I think he did it.
Fate’s a freaking beach.