Floored – Done – Dusted – Set that Sun
In the numb finger month Floored got a re-cut too. I’ve worked slavishly though the BTA’s demands for more of this, less of that. Very scientific. Very painful. Who needs those last two fingers on the left hand anyway – they’re only the ones that do most of the punctuation. Who needs that?
The upshot being, it’s finished. It’s 120 something thousand words and maybe there is a drive off into the sunset ending.
Now to let it marinate.
And there’s a blurb:
A romance about deception and coming clean
Sons of Anarchy meets Driving Miss Daisy
Foreplay on four wheels
Fetch and Driver are a cheat, a con, a car crash waiting to happen. He’s messed up and she’s on the run.
From the moment Fetch gets knocked off his Harley, crawls into Driver’s car, and offers her an obscene amount of money to drive him from Sydney to Perth, they’re stuck with each other. By the time they arrive, they’re stuck on each other.
It’s lust without seatbelts at open speed. It’s true love, except he’s a fake and she’s a liar. It’s a chance for happy ever after, though both of them are armpit deep in crime, and only one of them is on the right side of the law.