The highly anticipated third and final book in the Blogger Diaries Trilogy.
Kayla’s Chick Rant and Book Blog
April 17, 2016
They say when you quit trying so hard, things will finally fall into place. So, I let go of my failed marriage to Aiden, focused all my attention on my daughter and finishing school while working a full-time job, and suddenly…
Barely breathing turned into surviving.
Surviving turned into being content.
Contentment turned into happiness.
All just my girl and me.
But there was still something missing, something I truly never thought I’d have.
“Sorry, babe. I tried. But the drinkin’ we’re doing… I can’t not smoke,” he tells me regretfully.
“It’s no big deal. I have friends who only smoke when they drink. I’m gonna have to scrub every inch of myself before I hold Josalyn, but I’m sure I’m going to need a shower after tonight anyways,” I allude, lifting a brow in his direction.
“Oh, yeah? Why’s that?” he coaxes, lighting himself another cigarette since I’m not giving him this one back.
“Because I plan on getting very dirty with you,” I breathe, and I manage to hold a straight face for a full ten seconds before I burst out laughing. “Oh, my God. That was so fucking corny. I should be ashamed of myself. I need another drink.” I swallow the last of my fruity drink, making a loud sucking sound when my straw hits nothing but ice and air. He chuckles and lifts my glass out of my hand, leaving me long enough to return with it freshly filled.
“You always were my favorite,” I say, taking a swig of the yummy concoction. I hollow out my cheeks, shaking my head and squeezing my eyes shut tight. “Hoo-ahhh… that’s much stronger when it doesn’t have melted ice diluting it. That, and this is the most I’ve had to drink in almost eighteen months. Looks like my little one will be getting a bottle in the middle of the night.”
“Yeah, that’s going to be your last one for a while. It’s barely dark outside, and we still have a whole night of fun to get through,” he tells me, and I squint one eye as I look up at him, take a dramatic pull off my cigarette, and blow it up in his direction.
“It’s your turn, sugar tits,” I chide, and he laughs and bends down, mumbling against my lips, “Hey, that’s my line,” before going to make his shot.
KD Robichaux wanted to be a romance author since the first time she picked up her mom's Sandra Brown books at the ripe old age of twelve. She went to college to become a writer, but then married and had babies. Putting her dream job on hold to raise her family as a stay at home mom, who read entirely too much, she created a blog where she could keep her family and friends up-to-date on all the hottest reads. From there, by word of mouth, her blog took off and she began using her hard-earned degree as a Senior Editor for Hot Tree Editing. When her kids started school, and with the encouragement from her many author friends, she finally sat down and started working on her first series, The Blogger Diaries, her very own real life romance.