Diana Peach and the muse plus news of her new release Liars and Theives
I have my feet up in my writing room, and I’m getting a little cross-eyed from editing commas.
I look up and listen. Someone’s clomping up the stairs. I’m hoping it’s the hubby with an iced coffee. But no such luck. I hear the roar of a howler monkey, and my laptop nearly flips to the floor. I know who it is.
She walks in without knocking. The monkey on her shoulder bares its yellow teeth and squeezes a banana until the peel splits. The muse sits beside me and puts her boots up on the coffee table. The howler smears banana on my arm and grins.
I frown at the mess. “Why did you have to bring him?”
She ignores my question and gives me a flat look. “I just had an iced coffee with your husband. He said you’re planning to do…
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