Two Weeks!

Cate in Flux bursts forth into the world in a mere two weeks! To tell the truth, I am petrified. What if people hate it? Think I am even more dumb than I first appear? Give me 1-star ratings on Amazon and demand refunds?

To prevent that from happening, I offer up what is surely a great excerpt sure to send everyone clicking away to download the moment it's available - and I'm hard at work on the second of three Cate books! Cate's in Vegas here, supporting her pals the best she can...

I grabbed a pink cocktail and settled myself in the sunniest seat I could find. Just for the trip, I bought an adorable 40s-style swimsuit with high-waisted red bottoms and a black halter top with white polka dots. I just knew I looked like Jayne Mansfield. I didn’t plan to leave this spot until I had to meet Amelia. I looked all around me and realized how lucky I was to be able to sit here and rest. How lucky that my friends forgave my latest round with a bad boyfriend. I drifted off to sleep, sun-drunk and content.
 
I bolted awake, aware of a shadow looming over me. My first thought was that Simon somehow found me, but it was just Guy.
 
“You are turning into an overcooked lobster,” he said. “Get up and let’s go get lunch. This heat is making me crazy.”
 
I slowly rose to my feet and put on a dress to cover my swimsuit. Putting on my kicky sandals, I followed him, and listened to his prattle.
 
“I feel like I’m on a big, tacky movie set!” he said. “Nothing here seems real at all. I love it. The men are gorgeous here. Too bad I have Rob.”
 
I didn’t point out to Guy that he had no chance with these men, who all looked like Channing Tatum in the Magic Mike movies or better, being just a regular guy whose profession gave him a bit of a paunch. “They are pretty,” I agreed.
 
We decided to be safe and just go to the buffet in the Venetian. So much food! I didn’t see how people who lived and worked here stayed under 300 pounds. “I am going to have to go on My 600 Pound Life after our trip,” I said.
 
Guy looked at me, and then dug into his plate. “You will not. Maybe my 150 pound life,” he said, bits of ham threatening to eject from his lips. “You silly, weird girl.”
 
He put down his sandwich and looked at me. “You know I love you, right?”
 
“Uh oh. This sounds serious.”

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