Kelly Prior was the first female writer Lee had ever worked with. She supposed it was a kind of antique sexism on her part--the image of the beautiful seductress, haunting her love-sick poet as he pounded out the words on his clacking typewriter. But several of the other Leanan Sidhe had adopted women, and Lee had thought she’d give it a try.
The adjustment period had taken a little longer with Kelly. After all, she wasn’t particularly interested in Lee’s beauty. And she’d also been more skeptical of Lee’s ability to help her career. (Women were more naturally sensible that way.) But she’d been on the brink of giving up, after thirty or so rejections on her first novel, so she had decided to give Lee a chance.
Now, Lee stood at Kelly’s side admiring the heavy hardback--its cover embossed and shiny, with Kelly’s name in huge gold letters--that was Kelly’s third bestseller in a row.
"I couldn’t have done it without you," Kelly whispered. Even that gentle use of her vocal chords was too much, and she coughed, her face turning first red and then purple as she struggled for breath.
Lee's lovely smile brightened the room. "So, is being a bestselling author everything you dreamed it would be?"
"Oh, yes!" Kelly whispered.
"Any regrets about hiring a fairy to help?"
"Not really. Just . . . when all those agents said they wanted to see more of my voice in the manuscripts? I wish you hadn't taken them literally."
Opening: Jennifer French.....Continuation: Phoenix