I always thought one day would come, but now that it's here--what am I going to do about it?

It's kind of weird. I spent years writing on napkins and paper towels, bits of cardboard--hell, the back of my hand. I argued with my cp, screamed shit into the night and beat my head against the wall wondering why the hell I didn't sell.

And I sold.

It doesn't feel real. Every day I expect the whole thing to go away, dumping me right back in the gutter looking up. Lol, I have a fan-base of one. Write to me, tell me how much you love Keegan.

HOT CONTRACT coming soon from The Wild Rose Press. DalCon is finally home...