🍯🌺 hotshot is uploaded and I'm not okay (but it's done)
Published about 2 months ago • 4 min read
Hey there, fellow person who has ever done something terrifying and immediately wondered if they should undo it,
IT'S UPLOADED.
Hotshot. Puck & Play Book 2. Jack Henderson and Skylar Noir's entire complicated, history-laden, professionally catastrophic love story.
Uploaded. Done. Out of my hands. Going live July 3rd.
I submitted it with six minutes to spare and then sat very still at my desk for a while staring at nothing like a person whose soul briefly left their body.
Mr. Mav came in, saw my face, and said "did something bad happen?"
"I uploaded Hotshot."
"...isn't that good?"
"I don't know. Maybe. Probably. I think so. NOOOO!"
He got me water. Smart man. I drank it. I continued staring.
Here's the thing about finishing a book. You pour everything into it — every late night, every rewrite, every moment of "this isn't right yet" — and then you hit submit and suddenly it's just... out there. Permanent, mostly. And your brain immediately starts a highlight reel of every sentence you're not sure about.
I'm not sure it's ready. I might do more edits. I'm being honest with you because that's just the gig.
🐝 TLDR:
🔥 Hotshot is uploaded and goes live July 3rd — it's happening, we're doing this
📝 I may make additional edits post-launch — if I do, I'll shout it here with instructions on how to get the updated version
🏒 If you preordered — stay tuned — you're in the right place
🔥 HOTSHOT GOES LIVE JULY 3RD
Jack "Hotshot" Henderson and Skylar Noir are officially locked in and loading onto your devices.
If you preordered — thank you. From the bottom of my exhausted, slightly panicked heart. Thank you.
Here's my promise to you: if I go back in and make edits after launch — and I might, I'm just being real with you — I will tell you right here, in this newsletter, what changed and how to get the updated version on your device. You won't have to guess or go hunting. I've got you.
And in case you need one more reason to hit that preorder button — here's a little taste of what's waiting for you on July 3rd:
She held still. Didn't speak. Just stood there, her back to my chest, her breath coming faster than the skating warranted.
"Skylar." My voice was strained, so low you almost couldn't hear it. "Tell me this is a bad idea."
She didn't.
I didn't.
She turned inside the bracket of my arms. Not pulling away. Not pressing in. Just turning—slow, deliberate—until her back hit the boards and her chin tilted up. Her pulse was a frantic drumbeat at her throat, the only thing giving her away. The rest of her was locked down tight, but that traitorous flutter? That was all for me.
My hand slid from her hip to her jaw. Thumb tracing the same line I'd memorized in the kitchen. Her lips parted. Just a breath. Just enough to make my grip tighten.
Fucking kiss her.
The demand roared through me—every nerve, every muscle, every damned instinct I had. The rink was empty. The lights were low. No cameras. No teammates. No excuses.
Just her. And me. And the way her breath stuttered when my thumb brushed her bottom lip.
"I can't kiss you," I ground out, voice rough as gravel. "Not if you're gonna treat me tomorrow like it never happened."
Still believing in happily ever afters — including the ones that get submitted with six minutes to spare,
P.S. Jack Henderson would like me to stop catastrophizing and trust the process. Skylar Noir would like me to note that my anxiety response is a completely normal physiological reaction to a high stakes situation. I love them both. I'm not okay.
P.P.S. July 3rd. It's real. We're doing this. Preorder Puck & Play 2: Hotshot
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