What Might Kill Us(80)By: M.N. Forgy
I smirk. “Hey there, Maverick,” I repeat softly.
“Do you want to hold him?” she asks, and the blood drains from my face, my heart skipping a beat.
“You sure?” I ask, not sure I’m ready for this. What if I hurt him?
“You have to get used to it some time.”
Swallowing hard, I hold my hands out and take him into my arms. I tuck the blue blanket away from his chubby cheeks, so I can really look him over.
They say love at first sight doesn’t exist. I call bullshit, because I love this little shit instantly.
I want to protect him and be his best friend. I want to teach him how to build a Lego castle, give him his first bike, and teach him the game of women.
“Is it a boy? Is it a girl?” Dani rushes into the room, her hair a mess at this late hour.
“A boy,” I inform, placing him back in Anahi’s arms.
I step out of the way so Dani can see her brother for the first time, her cheeks turn red and she instantly starts crying.
“Oh my God, he looks just like us,” she whimpers, looking over Anahi’s shoulder.
“The ladies won’t know what hit them,” Anahi laughs, sounding tired and I imagine she is. From what I witnessed, labor is no joke.
“What’s his name?” she asks, touching his black hair.
“Maverick,” I inform and she smiles through her tears.
“Hey, Maverick. Welcome to The Devil’s Dust.”
What. A. Ride!?
This book was something that has been in the making for a while. After Babs died in The Scars That Define Us, I was like… How does Bull come back from that? How does he move on? Who will be the female that makes Bull’s heart beat again?
It took that long for me to put it all in place. Bull is a complicated man, so I knew his story would be complicated. I have to say, What Might Kill Us would have not reached its full potential without my village of people.
My beta’s Brie, Natalie, Candace, and Carrie. You guys were amazing in helping me weed out and smooth out each chapter. You understand the need to get everything perfect, and aren’t afraid to tell me when something is amazing, and when something put you to sleep and needs work.
My Devil’s encouraged me, and inspired me with their words and chants for more Bull. So with a Red Bull in hand, Juicy Fruit rappers littering the keyboard, and boxes of donuts for dinner… I delivered.
My editor Ellie. She is a queen at what she does and doesn’t drive to Missouri to kick my ass when I’ve thrown commas around like confetti on prom night. For that… I love her.
Of course my biggest support in all of this is you, the reader. You are making my dreams come true by reading my work. I live to write, and seriously get depressed when I take a step back. It’s within these characters I find my escape from a reality that can be too much at times. When a reader PM’s me to talk about what they love, hate, or want more of… it makes my whole day.
My husband. This man is my backbone. He hears it all. From rants to raves, to my snorts and giggles as I write, to me ready to throw the damn laptop out the window. He is there, rubbing my shoulders telling me I can do this.
I love you all more than you’ll ever know.
Seriously… You all rock my world and your support is breathtaking.