WIP Wednesday: A New Beautiful Shame Book

Shaw has written lots over the past week and on a variety of projects like the dragons and a naughty cutie in the Beautiful Shame side of things and more dragons (an alt pov for a Patreon bonus) and other random fun bits that may or may not go anywhere at all.

What Shaw has still not done is look for all the random starts to bonus chapters that have gotten lost in different files.

Can someone tell me why I only remember to do that when I sit down to write these posts?

In the last blog post, I showed you the chocolate starfish start lol and then said I was going to go figure out how the next dragon book starts. Well, that was how the next dragon book starts. It just took some poking to see who was talking to figure out it was Wren.

So now we’ve got a great start on the next dragon book and that means it’s time for the hard parts…like covers and blurbs and release plans and figuring out how to organize this into a new series. Any ideas for that? What do you think would be a great name for a spinoff series for the dragons?

And to share some words with you here is a peek at the next Beautiful Shame book.

Clearly I had an unexplored kink for suit porn and it was getting me in trouble. He was much more distracting in a fancy suit than I’d ever imagined but that was probably because I’d only seen him half-naked and in heels up until this point.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Conner.” For one thing, Cyrus was my friend and didn’t see me in the naked and doing stuff together category, and for another, I’d never explained about the weird kink thing. “He’s not—”

Shit.

He’d been entirely too close or Conner had been louder than I’d realized.

Maybe both.

“You screeched?” His laidback smirk and teasing had Conner rolling his eyes, but he didn’t seem put out. “What’s Wessie done already?”

Ugh.

“Stop calling me that here. It sounds like I’m a Pomeranian.” I was that annoying sometimes but I didn’t bite and I listened better than his mother’s miscreant mutt. “He misunderstood something. Go away and find someone to talk to.”

Considering we were at a BDSM club, with anyone else I probably should’ve said something naughtier, but Cyrus wasn’t that kind of guy. He was a chat in public and seduce in private kind of guy but he loved the atmosphere at the club and all the interesting people.

He was definitely the people person between the two of us.

Okay, off to figure out what else I started but forgot about. Wish me luck and the ability to stay on task.