WHEN LOVE LAST
I had worked hard on my first book, pouring my heart and soul into the pages.
The publisher leaned forward, resting her elbows on her desk. "But here's the thing, Max. You have a gift for writing romance, and our readers love it. We want you to write another romance novel for us."
My heart skipped a beat. I had never considered writing a second book abruptly. But the publisher's confidence in my abilities was contagious, and I found herself nodding eagerly.
The publisher handed me a contract, outlining the terms of their agreement. As I read through the document, I felt a sense of excitement building within me. I could do this. I could write another book, and I could make it even better than
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