Burning Muses (Muse & Music #1) - J. R. Rogue Page 0,1

inside but overwhelming fear when it came to my profession, which had led me to this sad state I was in. This was the proverbial straw on the damn camel’s back.

In hindsight, I should have known heading to Vegas for a one-month bender was not the cure to any of my problems. At the time, it seemed like the perfect solution but I was too old for this shit

I groaned loudly into the room, threw the covers off my legs, and headed to the bathroom. A scalding hot shower always helped somewhat in sobering me up, and I desperately needing to look at this situation with clear eyes.

My companion paid little attention to me as I left the room. From the corner of my eye, I spotted him picking up his phone and quickly beginning to send out a text. On-to-the-next, I suppose.

I set the water to the hottest setting and began to undress. I spotted a fresh bruise on my shin and cursed aloud. Why was I so clumsy when I drank? I sank down onto the cool porcelain floor, flipping through images of the night. Every picture in my head made me cringe. Nothing was worth writing about, the same as every night this past month. Same as every night for over a year.

I had flirted endlessly with the hot as hell bartender at Gilley’s. He was delicious, if any of my readers read about a man that looked like him they wouldn’t be able to control themselves. But I had done this before. I had written about the sexy as fuck bartender that seduces the young innocent protagonist off her feet and introduces her to new and exciting sexual desires. I would not write about the same thing twice. It was writer’s suicide.

I had also already written about the sexy singer, so the delicious man in my bed was a waste of my time. Still, I doubted he would complain about the time we had spent together, minus my tiny breakdown earlier.

This was all getting old fast. I was running out of ideas to help the process.

My name is Seraphina Daniels, but the world knows me as ‘Lexa Fire.’ I have become one of the top ten bestselling erotic writers in the world. My bestselling trilogy, Pinned, was in the productions stages for the film adaptation of the third novel. The first movie was an insane success. I was able to collaborate with the filmmakers on many aspects, and it had been one of the most thrilling experiences of my life, as well as one of the most damning.

My name was everywhere, my work was discussed constantly, and, in turn, sales for all of my books had skyrocketed. All eyes were on me for my next project, and I couldn’t write a single fucking word.

I had tried everything I could possibly think of. I had flown to my summer home in Florida, spending night after night upon the beach, day after day living life with the locals. Nothing. Frustrated, I flew to Alaska, always finding the state to be fascinating. I now had an excuse to spend more time there than my book signings would allow. It was beautiful, romantic and splendid. Still, nothing.

Growing more agitated, I flew to the one place I had always wanted to visit, Ireland. That trip was one I would never forget or regret, but no story came from it. I was at the end of my rope. As a struggling writer, I had always dreamed of visiting beautiful locations upon which to base my stories, always jealous of those successful enough to be able to do so. Now, I was one of them, and I couldn’t squeeze one hundred measly words out a day.

I never saw writer’s block coming. When the movie rights to the first book had been purchased, the trilogy was still not finished. The first book had been released and the second nearly written. The whole world was obsessed with the story as I wrote the third book. None of this stifled my creative eye. I thrived in it. It thrilled me to know the entire world was in love with the characters I created. The words spilled from my fingertips to the screen. The third book came out timed with the release of the second movie.

The worldwide frenzy and my newfound success was astonishing. I started writing less. I traveled and basked in the glow of what my life had become. When filming began for the third