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plot is good, but you need to rework a lot of this before I show it to the publisher.”
    Michelle had tried and tried and tried but nothing had worked. Until last night, that is. Until her new creation had professed her beauty and his delight in her body.
    Michelle cleared the table and then cut herself a healthy slice of cheesecake. She carried the treat to Mark’s office where she found papers from Sandra in the fax machine.
    Sandra had drawn a big smiley face in the middle of the pages and scribbled, “Keep it up! Literally,” at the top of the page. Charles let out a laugh in the back of her mind and Hannah giggled, but Sebastian was nowhere to be seen, or heard.
    Michelle finished her cheesecake and took the plate to the kitchen. She cleaned the plate, and then wiped down the counter before heading out the door. She followed the path to the beach. The towel she’d used the previous night was still on the bench.
    Waves lapped against the shore and birds cawed in the trees.
    “Sebastian?” The ocean roared in answer, but Sebastian did not materialize.
    “This isn’t a part-time job you know,” Michelle said with a laugh. “I’m the boss. If you want your own book, you need to come when I call you.”
    A giggle escaped her lips. “Are you pissed because you didn’t get to come last night? I’ll make it up to you, I promise. Now get out here and talk to me.”
    The beach remained empty and Michelle frowned. She had work to do, and truthfully her memories of last night would fuel the next chapter. Inspiration for her creativity aside, it was her body that craved Sebastian. In her mind she knew he wasn’t real, but her nerve endings tingled as they remembered his touch.
    The thought of him had provided an orgasm unlike any she’d had in the past. She might just have to make him a permanent muse. If she could ever get him to appear again.
    * * * *
    Michelle started cursing Sebastian around
one a.m.
She tried over and over to write the scene were Hannah finally surrendered her virginity to her true love, but the words just weren’t right.
    Twice she took breaks and went to the beach to call for Sebastian’s help, but the muse remained elusive.
    Just after
three a.m.
, she packed up her laptop, grabbed a blanket and walked down the path to the beach.
    “Sebastian? Come out, come out wherever you are.” Her singsong voice rang through the air. When no one answered, Michelle placed the laptop on the table, sat down and started to write.
    “If you let me, I could help,” Charles said sullenly. “I am the main character here, remember? He’s not even in the book. Why don’t you ask for my opinion on this delicate matter?”
    Michelle laughed softly. “I’m sorry Charles. Of course you have a say in this. Would you like to be on top, or on the bottom? Of course since this is Hannah’s first time, maybe she should have the final say.”
    Charles chuckled. “I’ve always preferred taking a woman from behind. I get in deeper that way. Would an audience be wrong at this point?”
    “If you’re not going to give realistic input you can go away,” Michelle said.
    Charles gave a haughty laugh and disappeared. Michelle huffed before turning her attention back to the keyboard. Realistic! Who was she kidding? She was talking to a character in a book. And she’d had a muse-induced orgasm. Or had she? Had last night just been a dream? Or was there a flesh and blood man roaming the island, playing with the breasts and clits of every woman he found?
    The kernel of doubt that had appeared and quickly disappeared last night reared its ugly head again. Something wasn’t right. Her muses had never shown interest in her, only in her heroines.
    But Sebastian couldn’t be real. He had appeared out of nowhere. And disappeared just as quickly. But he’d been warm, solid and very male.
    And that hair. That beautiful long hair. And those blue eyes. So unlike anything she’d given a character in the past.
    Had she been