At the beginning of this month, hubby told me something I didn’t want to hear. My response was something like this: “What do you mean, I’ve only got four weeks left? By my calculations, I’ve got all the way up to eight weeks. It’s to the end of July, right?”
“No, no,” he insisted. “The BEGINNING of July.”
He wants to know what happens next, folks. He says I have to give him time to read The King’s Sacrifice, book two of The Khekarian Series. I also have to give myself time to shelve it (briefly), to read it with fresh eyes, and – of course – I have to have time to change the ending because he’s convinced it’s going to be NOT AT ALL the ending he wants. See? I keep my secrets. Even hubby doesn’t know the plot.