Maeve began to wonder what the occasion was that had her grandmother presenting her with her favorite dessert and drink. Was it because of this so-called important news Margaery mentioned? Or was this just her grandmother being kind? The latter wasn’t unusual but it briefly befuddled Maeve. Her gaze landed on the lemon cakes again, and this time she grabbed one. The brunette took a bite and smiled as she chewed.

I have 1,508 words of the third one written, and I’ve hit a bit of a writers block with it. (I say a bit, but I’m pretty sure it’s been awhile since chapter 2 was published.)

I want to have it out soon, and I’ve been getting a lot of asks about it. I currently haven’t answered them, as I don’t want to lose them when I start tagging them again.

But, for you, and for the others who are interested, here is a couple paragraph excerpt for the new chapter:

Logan woke up the same way every day. He’d carefully untangle himself from his fiances, wincing as his bare feet hit the cold ground. He’d yawn as he exited their shared room and entered the bathroom. He’d brush his teeth, shower, and leave. He’d start the coffee and solve a word-cross puzzle. He’d make himself a Crofter’s covered piece of toast, leave a small note for his partners, and depart for work.

This morning shouldn’t have been any different. He woke up, untangled himself, stretched and yawned. He left the room, and entered the one across the hall.

He was too tired to notice when he reached for his toothbrush. Didn’t notice as he rinsed his mouth out. He noticed as he patted his mouth dry with a hand towel.

He dropped the cloth into the sink and shouted, stumbling back until he hit the wall. He shoved his hand into his pajama pockets, trembling all over. A feeling of dread filled him, the feeling he got when something major messed with his schedule. An unknown constant added to his perfectly mapped out life.

Logan heard his fiances start to stir and get up. He took his hands out of his pockets. They trembled violently, bringing them in front of him, praying that he was wrong, he hadn’t seen what he thought he did.

With a shaky intake of breath, he confirmed the impossible.