On Suddenly Becoming a Cagey CEO--Reb MacRath
I've always hated CEOs, those brutal, heartless bastards, and would have laughed if anyone had told me I'd become one. Me, the bohemian who'd pursued the next big adventure in life and love and art? Me, the defiant one who'd never met a convention he didn't want to beat? You can imagine my shock when I found myself forced to become, yes, a CEO to save the WIP I'd worked on for six years. May I explain? Thank you. Lean in and try to imagine... The finale of my WIP is set in Tombstone, Arizona. For plot reasons, I needed one character to spend a single night in a particular spot on a major street. The more historical the setting, the better. I'd read several books and searched online, even bought a large detailed map of the quarter. Finally, I found the one and only hotel for my guy. The room photos I'd seen were as perfect as the hotel's history and location. And yet I faced a problem I saw no way around. To wit: the hotel had only three suites, on...