72,370 words. Gulp, a new personal record!
The big thrashing scene is finally done. I have another fairly major test to get through, and then a subplot with the stained glass window. One scene to go back and fill in. And then a little smoothing… and she’s done!
Word count in The Billionaire Submissive is sitting at just over 67K. I don’t think I’ll go over 75K unless my brain comes up with some new scenes yet again.
I’m so pleased with this story. Very pleased. I can’t wait to share it with you all
I wish I knew Lilly. Hell, I wish I had half her courage, wit and sensual charm. She’s hilarious. She’s funny, passionate, sexy as hell, and she knows it. She curses like a sailor – in fact, it’s become a major plot element. Donovan is endearing and annoying at the same time. He’s so arrogant and stuck up, until Lilly brings him to his knees. He cares about her so much, doing all the little things for her that just doesn’t even occur to her. That’s true love in my book. A man willing to pay attention and step in and do things for his woman to help and protect and care for her without her request.
Now he just has to convince her how serious he really is.
Snippet: The morning after.
Donovan took one look around his bedroom and decided he’d better invest in a top-notch housecleaning company. And probably an electrician, he added, noting the reading lamp. It hung askew, dangling from wires out of a hole in the wall.
Also a furniture chain, because he’d bent the decorative bars of the headboard.
The comforter wasn’t salvageable.
The off-white carpet probably wasn’t either, because the cherry pie on the floor resembled a horrendous murder scene.
The lady who’d created such a mess was sprawled sideways in his bed. Her hair had driven him nuts, tickling his nose and getting in his mouth every time he rolled over. She was a blanket thief and bed hog and slept like the dead.
And he’d never been happier in his life.