Earlier this year, I finished the first installment of what I hoped would become a contemporary ménage trilogy. I had my heart set on the characters, I knew what I wanted to do with the overarching plot. I even had the final scene all laid out in my head (I always do, though it doesn’t always stay that way). Yet the story didn’t work. The chemistry between the characters wouldn’t take. The angsty romance was too much angst and not enough romance. Read more

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