Is it possible to move from one love triangle to another? Does that make it a love quad? And factoring in the platonic male friendships, does that make it an emotional love Quint? Meg Hannah has no idea how to untangle her own brain, let alone the complicated system of friends, lovers, and exs. She'll try, but odds are she'll end up falling again. MEG There's a really good shot that I messed up everything. How do I keep having hot sex with a rockstar without him finding out just how much of an emotional landmine I am? It's time to probably not repeat old patterns if I want a relationship with Ian Reilly. I should have told him about my mom's struggles. I should have confided in him, but it's so new. And he's young and hot, and I want him to keep having sex with me. The Committee can handle my emotional burden for now. Ian can simply keep the lighter, sexier, uncomplicated version of Meg rolling in orgasms. Eventually, we'll get to the baggage part. Ian doesn't know it yet, but he should be thrilled my friend Jake is back in my life. He can be my emotional bellhop for a while until I'm ready to share more with Ian. Jake's seen a lot of the ugly history close up and has handled it just fine. He's my safe sounding board. And Ian doesn't need to worry about him at all, he's married. But I do need Jake and my sister to stop nagging me to open up to Ian. Just give me a freaking minute to be effortless. I'll get to it.
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I used to create "dreams" with my best friend growing up. We'd each pick a boy we liked, then we'd write down a meet-cute that always ended with a happily ever after. Now I get to dream every day, although it's a little steamier these days. And I've discovered I can and will write anywhere I can. Keep tuned to Instagram to see all the times I fit in a sentence or two. I'm a writer, married to a writer, mother of a creative dynamo of a nine-year-old boy and currently a little sleepy. I'm a klutz and goofball and love lipstick as much as my Chuck Taylors. Good things in the world: pepperoni pizza, Flair pens*, wine, coffee, laughing with my friends until my stomach hurts, a musician at the top of their game, getting lost somewhere I've never been, matinee movies on a weekday, the Chicago Cubs, a fresh new notebook full of possibilities, bourbon on a cold night, Fantasy Football, witty men, walking through the local zoo in the rain and that moment when a character clicks in and begins to write their own adventure. I'm just the pen.
