The real writer experience is standing in the shower and coming up with the most authentic dialogue with perfect phrasing and raw emotion in your head, then stepping out and drying your hair, putting on some clean pajamas and opening a word document to write down all your perfect ideas only to realize everything has evaporated.
“He runs the estate, Hannibal,” Anthony said, practically crowing about it.
“I beg your pardon?” Hannibal asked. “I’m afraid I didn’t hear you correctly. Omegas can hardly choose their own clothing without an Alpha’s approval. How on earth could Will manage to run an estate?”
“You’re absolutely right, Lord Clarges,” Will said, overriding Anthony’s indignant response. He took a delicate taste of his soup, his spoon sliding between his plump lips with smooth ease. Hannibal found it shockingly obscene and fought not to tell him so as Will removed his spoon from his mouth with equally unsettling grace. He wet his lower lip with the tip of his pink tongue and added, “I imagine the entire place has fallen to ruin.”
“I can only think so, considering there’s been no estate manager,” Hannibal said, glaring at the spoon in Will’s hand, idly thinking that perhaps he should have the silver changed. It was simply defective tableware to blame.
“The house is practically falling down around us,” Will said, glancing down at his spoon, where Hannibal’s glare was directed. He tucked it into his soup against all good manners, mystified when his husband’s amber eyes tracked the movement.
“Isn’t it just?” Hannibal responded, lifting his gaze to find Will’s blue eyes on him, sparkling with amusement, and he cleared his throat again, annoyed because surely Will was not intentionally baiting him?
“Why, I cannot imagine we are even able to dine in here, shoddy as things have become,” Will said, wondering how far Hannibal would allow him to go before he realized what he was agreeing with.
About that far, apparently. He glared at Will and gruffly said, “You are perverse.”
“Then we have something in common after all,” Will meekly told him, and took a sip of his wine to hide his smile.
Congrats to @jadegreenworks for finishing her lovely masterpiece. ❤️
For those of you who were interested in a physical copy of this book, I wanted to link you to where it is available. But some notes first, and PLEASE READ THE NOTES (because no one reads the notes and it’s important! That’s why they’re there).
There have been some changes! The surnames have been changed to protect the smut writer. The text has been cleaned up a bit (as well as I could manage) so it doesn’t perfectly match the original story in every way. There have been no changes to the structure or events! The major change is the surnames, which ends up not being as jarring as I first feared.
Createspace imposes a fixed lowest price based on weight and volume and this is a hefty book (6″ x 9″) with a few illustrations (thank you again, @theseavoices! Though they don’t do your art justice!). It weighs about 1 pound and is very dense. I chose Createspace because Amazon ships all over the world and I thought that would be the best choice, especially if you have Prime free shipping. I whittled the price down as much as possible and hope to do giveaways in the future if anyone is interested.
There is only 1 volume so far! The book was too big to print in a single volume, so I had to split it into three. I am almost finished formatting the second and will be starting on the third, then the Kindle options. I’ll update and reblog this post as I do so, so if you’re interested, please keep an eye out! I’ll also add this to the @overcoming-by-jadegreenworks page and the Overcoming Chapters Page.
Welp, it’s been one hell of a ride! Thank you to everyone who stuck with me from the first chapter to the last, and to those of you we snagged in along the way! You all have been the absolute best, the most patient, and most supportive Fannibal Family I could have asked for and I love you all to bits!
“Will, no,” Hannibal wept, smoothing his still, cold face, unable to bring himself to do what he knew he must in order to save their child.
Take the baby and risk losing Will in the process.
But he couldn’t. He couldn’t.
He would save him, as he hadn’t been able to save Melinda. He would bring his mate through this, his ferocious and unpredictable Omega who had fought to sheer exhaustion and, perhaps, hadn’t the strength to fight any longer.
“You’re my husband, Will. Your battles are my battles, just as mine are yours, remember?” he whispered, his words as urgent as the kisses he pressed to his mate’s cold, stiff fingers. “And when you tire, I fight in your place, as you would in mine. I said before there is no weakness in tiring, having fought for so long. I will fight for you, Will, always and forever.”
I know NOTHING about symphonies, operas, anything like that? So yeah I’m sure this is nothing like it. But I tried?
All the couples here were making him depressed, but Will had desperately wanted to go to this thing there was no way Matt breaking up with him the day before Valentine’s Day was going to stop him. He sat in a prime spot, middle center, and listened with his eyes closed to the sound of love songs that he would’ve thought could be about him yesterday but now just felt like a slap in the face.
Matt had been distant, he should’ve seen it really but happiness was fleeting he knew that now. He should’ve known that all along.
The concert ended, the last song ending on a beautifully played harpsichord solo that brought tears to Will’s eyes.
He opened his eyes at the end, turning to see the empty seat to his left and feeling hollow suddenly at the prospect of finishing out Valentine’s Day night on his own.
There were drinks and hors d’oeuvres after, Will was almost tempted to go home but went anyway it was free drinks and he was in the mood to get buzzed.
The groups of people there were not Will’s usual crowd: snobbish and rich. He hung out by the bar, the drinks were free and there was no reason not to.
When the smooth accented voice remarked, “I believe you are going to hit your limit soon.”
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