Free More Than Words: Kissed By A Muse #3 by S.K Munt Page A

writer’s muse, sweet Ryan- I know what makes women tick or, in this case, twitch.’ She danced her eyebrows for him. ‘You can thank me later, when she ends her date twenty minutes into it to hunt you down and check you over for lipstick on the collar.’
    Ryan gaped at her while Kathryn chuckled. ‘You are truly evil, Miss Isabelle. If you’re twisted plots didn’t inspire me so, I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night knowing that you’re under the same roof as me!’
    ‘You think she’s jealous?’ Ryan repeated. ‘For real?’
    ‘She’s in love with you.’ Kathryn looked up them and smiled warmly. ‘Madly, deeply, unconditionally-didn’t-take-her-eyes-off-you-hashtag-lost-to-the-world-obsessed.’
    ‘No she’s not,’ Ryan scowled at her. ‘She just came out and admitted that she’s into the fantasy- it’s your Ryan she wants.’
    ‘You mean, the guy she swears you’re exactly like?’ Isabelle demanded gently.
    Ryan shook his head. ‘There are a few differences...’
    ‘Not that I can see. And did you just refer to her as ‘Honeybee’?’ Kathryn asked, and Ryan nodded. ‘Why?’
    ‘That’s her blog name or whatever.’
    A radiant smile slid across Kathryn’s face, and she turned it to Isabelle. ‘Do you remember that review I got a few weeks after the book came out? The one I printed and framed?’
    Isabelle nodded, sliding her arms into her jacket. ‘Yeah… why?’
    ‘It was written by an Aussie reviewer- one who goes by the name ‘Honeybee’ on Amazon.’ She turned her computer so Ryan could read the screen. ‘Read this, and tell me if you recognize either of you in these words, okay?’
    Ryan knelt before the screen. ‘One hundred and forty-eight people found this review helpful?’ he recited, stunned.
    ‘It was my first, best review and has remained the top rated one- even on the international sites.’ Kathryn chuckled. ‘I wish I’d known who she was while she was still here- I owe so much of my success to that woman! Not only did she get people interested, but she writes beautifully too- I’ve actually been quite jealous of her eloquence this whole time.’
    ‘Yeah, she beat out that awful chick with the one-star rating and the potty mouth, thank god…’ Isabelle muttered, but Ryan barely heard her- the title above the review ‘Honey to the bee, that’s Ryan for me’ had him riveted.
    Oh my god… this is her! The mother reference! The honeybee thing… and that’s me, isn’t it?
    As Ryan read, he felt his pulse quicken and his heart swell to three times its size and by the time he was finished, actual tears were rolling down his face. When he was done, he rocked back on his haunches, cupped his head in his hands and gaped at the writer as euphoria sluiced through his veins, paralyzing him.
    ‘So… I’ll take thunderbolt moments for two hundred?’ Kathryn teased.
    ‘I have to go,’ he managed to croak, and Isabelle grinned and handed him her keys. ‘She loves me.’
    ‘Fuckin-A,’ Kathryn said. ‘And you two just gave me my sequel.’
    Ryan got to his feet and raced to the door- to the future he couldn’t live another five seconds without.
    Honey To The Bee- that’s Ryan for me!
     
    I’m in love with Ryan Weaver.
    I’m not even joking. I wish I were, because if I was, I’d be able to sleep at night. I’d be able to accept dates from handsome men with my mother’s pre-approval, and I’d be able to dream of joint bank accounts, white picket fences and children with another man’s eyes.
    But there’s no pointing in me imaging a future anymore, because my dream man has been presented to me and I know that no one else will ever compare so I’ve told my mum and dad to put my wedding fund towards a retirement home and told all of my girlfriends to stop hypothetically arguing over who will get to be my maid-of honour, because there’s not going to be a big day for this little honeybee.
    And the funny thing is that I’m not even sad. I don’t know