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I decided to head to the pantry to make some coffee and grab a sandwich. Just as I stood up, I was approached by Dwayne Denzel, an editor who specialized in thriller and crime genres. He had a friendly smile and an easy-going demeanor. "Hey, where are you heading?" Dwayne asked, falling into step beside me. "I'm just going to the pantry to make some coffee and grab a sandwich," I replied. "Mind if I join you? I could use some coffee too," he said. "Sure, why not," I said, smiling.

“The company announced a fan meeting for you.” “What?” I said, shocked. “You know I don’t show up for events. That was part of my contract.” “I know,” he replied quickly, “but I didn’t know they’d do this. It’s already been announced. They want you there.” “No,” I said firmly. “Tell them I’m sick. Make up something. You know I can’t attend.” I wrote my books under a pen name that was a reverse of the name I used in the past. Some stories were inspired by my own life, even with characters based on Nathaniel and Duncan. If Nathaniel or anyone else recognized the connections, it would ruin everything.

“Have you thought about what we discussed yet?” The memory of those early days, hunched over my laptop in the quiet solitude of my apartment, juggling ghostwriting gigs while writing books under a pseudonym, brought a wave of nostalgia. A.R Eve, the name I'd chosen - a combination of my initials and my mother's name - had become a shield, a way to navigate the world of publishing without exposing my introverted nature.

Just insert my penname on here in place of firstname and lastname. I want to thank you for being the amazing people that you are! See you amongst the turning pages, Shana Allen

Yet, I also knew avoiding her question could lead to even more issues. I stopped my movements, facing her with a guarded expression. "It's a pseudo-name," I said, my voice even. "I can't exactly go by my real name there." I left it at that, offering no further explanation. I wasn't ready to peel back the layers of that part of my life, not yet. The name Hawk was more than just a nickname. It was a persona, a mask that allowed me to navigate the brutal world of underground fighting. It was a world that Penelope had no part in, a world that I wasn't sure she would understand or accept.

“Don’t you have to be at work already?” “Yes, princess. But I promised to take you to the hospital, didn’t I?” At his words, Angel nodded. Calvin also wanted to have a word with Lance, to be sure if his suspicions were right. And there was one more thing to ask his wife. “The publisher that approached you. What name did you give them? Your pen or real name?” “Pen name,” Angel replied. She moved close so her breasts touched his arm. He knew it wasn’t deliberate, but her nipples were hard against his body, and it had him thinking naughty things. “Is there a problem, baby?”

"Same here, Mr. Feria or should I say Mr. Ottave?" "You can just call me James," I said. When I was starting my career in New York, I was using James Feria. Ottave is well-known all over the globe. Even though using my father's surname will give me a great advantage in my business, I don't want to live in my parent's shadow. It will depict the purpose of leaving my family to create my own empire. "You can also call me Penelope or Ellie. I heard so much about you and Mr. Lewis. I'm really looking forward to the possible partnership with JDLI." Penelope said in a formal tone.

Zoey’s grip on her phone tightened. No wonder… No wonder Northern Wind Song only had his old works and had not produced anything new for so many years. She had always thought… he had left the community. It turned out the actual reason was that an editor had said the pen name Northern Wind Song did not sound auspicious enough? What an idiot that editor was! How did Northern Wind Song not sound auspicious?! She sighed and gazed upward into his eyes. “What’s your current pen name…” Thomas laughed. “My editor read all sorts of astrology charts before giving me my current pen name.

Jared Alvin, the author, his original name is Adriel, cool name huh! He writes under pen name but he had implored me that his name be not told to anyone. And since he had promised that he was going to sign the new book personally and then give it to me, the first copy, I had agreed to keep it a secret. Hannabelle came in her office and looked at me and said,” I am not in a good mood, succubus, if there is something better that you have to say then you should be doing it now.” I gulped once. She was calling me succubus, that did not mean a good thing.

"Claire, I hope you do not mind. I always ride in the front." "It's fine," I said. Vincent tried to make conversation. "I saw a paper today. Author used a pen name, C. L. Moreau. The work is impressive, really advanced. Might be worth reaching out for a research partnership." He was talking about my paper. "C. L. Moreau" was my alias. Dr. Shaw had suggested it. C for Claire, L for my mother's maiden name, Moreau close to Morland. No one would connect them.