THE END!
Wahoo! I just typed those two holy words, the sacred grail for all writers...THE END!
The end, the end, the end! The more times I type that, the weirder it looks.
Feels weird, too. This is always one of the saddest times for a writer, saying goodbye to our little friends who have been by our side through thick and thin. I started writing BAD TO THE BONES a couple days after my father's death, so Bellamy Jager became an even more melancholy and tragic figure than I had foreseen.
But of course she's got her HEA now, so I should feel good about leaving her in the capable hands of The Bare Bones MC, those gallant criminals of Pure and Easy, Arizona.