“There’s something I want to say as everyone gets their copy,” I tell the crowd, and I can see the entire hall of people looking up at me.
That’s right. They’re here for my Huge Cock. After the success of Big Dick it’s no wonder that they’re here. Abby struck gold coming up with this genre.
And now Bad Boy Publishing is looking to muscle in and blow her out of the water.
I mean, with their fucking money they’re able to do that. But the genre is so small, that they won’t be able to stay in it forever.
Just long enough to squeeze out the indie authors who were trying to make a living in it.
It’s not hard to see why. You just have to look at fucking Grady O’Sullivan and how he fucking looks at Abby to know that that fucker still has a major boner for her.
Well, he’s got a weird way of showing it, trying to destroy her. But I bet in his fucked up brain it probably makes sense. Punish her for leaving him even though it was him that was the one cheating in the first place.
Yeah, I did my fucking research before signing on with this Bad Boy Publishing deal. I went back and looked to see everything that had gone on between these two.
It made what I’m about to say so much fucking easier, let me tell you that.
Oh, that’s right, you don’t know what I’m about to say, do you?
Well, all I gotta say, darlin’, is listen close.
The crowd is staring at me.
“What I wanted to say is,” I begin as I walk around the stage with the microphone. I can see Grady looking at me with a puzzled expression. This wasn’t part of the script and he’s not sure what’s going on. “Full editorial control is a wonderful fucking thing.”
That’s probably about the last thing any publisher wants to really hear. But let me continue for you to understand the full scope of what I just said.
“I made sure that I was given full editorial control for any 11th hour changes, and Bad Boy Publishing was so intent to sign me that they granted me a one-book deal and I want to thank them,” I say, taking a step toward Grady who’s standing frozen on stage and giving him a bow.
“If they never had given me that deal, I would've never been able to change the dedication when you open up the book to Abby Cleveland, who invented the big cock genre in romance,” I say into the microphone and immediately there’s a stir in the room.
People are starting to open up the book as they get it. They’re seeing the dedication page.
“Dedicated to Abby Cleveland, whose book, Big Cock, is the basis for this story. On sale on the Rainforest store at 99c. or FREE with Rainforest Unlimited.”
Yeah, they’re seeing that and they’re either asking ‘Who’s Abby Cleveland?’ or they’re putting two and two together. But regardless of what they’re doing, they’re going to the store's front page for Big Cock. And they’re one-clicking. Oh, are they one-clicking.
“Wha-” Grady is saying as he lets the hand holding the microphone drop. He’s trying to piece what’s going on. “What’s going on?”
I figure I owe this motherfucker an explanation.
“What’s going on, Grady, is simple,” I tell him as I walk over to him. “Declaring war on an author because she left you for fucking another woman is wrong. And trying to steal her idea and throw money at it to blow her out of the water is even worse. So that’s why, the book you had me write … I made a few changes before it went to press.”
Grady looks at me like I’ve gone completely fucking crazy. But I continue.
“The book is a bit of a sequel to Big Dick, but the reader is gonna need to find out what happened there in order to finish reading this,” I tell Grady and he turns white. “It’s got a HEA, but you've got to read Big Dick to be able to understand it. And it has no cheating or cliffhangers, but again, that’s only for the people who read Big Dick. And everywhere on there I make sure people know that to get all of that you need to read Big Dick first,” I say to Grady.
“You're insane!” Grady whispers, the microphone dropping from his hand. “We’ll sue the shit out of you!”
“Actually, bub, I made sure the engagement contract you gave me let me do just this,” I tell Grady with a smile on my face. I can tell there are people in the audience capturing this entire exchange for Facebook. I need to make sure they capture me on my good side. “I checked and re-checked and with the literary power you gave me, only one thing is gonna happen…” I continue but Grady interrupts me again.
“You set him up to it!” he yells, spit flying out of his mouth as he looks beyond me.
I turn around. Abby has climbed the few steps up from the floor to the stage.
“She had no idea,” I tell Grady, turning back to him. “And now you can do one of two things, Grady.”
He looks at me as I continue. “You can help distribute pre-order books like you promised, since it is your publishing company,” Grady blanches at this. “Or you can get the fuck off the stage and let me go to my booth. You will owe me royalties from this, after all.”
I can literally see the fucking blood rush through Grady’s veins. Fuck that. He didn’t work with me during any of the time between when he stole me away from Abby and today. Treated me like a piece of fucking meat.
But I put up with it. Seriously, after all the bitching and moaning I did to CJ the first time she asked me to write a book, you think I would go that quietly as I did?
No, I was biding my time. Being fucking quiet. Because no one could know what I was planning.
And now, it looks like it worked. Although it also looks like Grady is about to pop a fucking blood vessel.
But that’s no longer my concern because Abby has just come up to me.
“Aidan…” she says to me quietly and I turn to her.
“Quiet, babe,” I tell her, interrupting her and putting a finger to her lips. “Let me speak first.”
She looks surprised, but her eyes tell me that I should continue.
“First off, I know about the little baby,” I tell her and I see surprise go through Abby’s eyes. “CJ told me. Back when she thought I was backstabbing you.”
“Why didn’t you…” Abby says but stops herself as she tries to figure out what she wants to say. “You never said anything?”
I shake my head, coming closer to her. “I needed to get this done, babe,” I tell her. “Our book was never gonna out-compete the big publishers, right?” I ask.
Abby shakes her head. “But now, it will,” she says.
“Now, with everything that Bad Boy Publishing is already locked into doing, a sale for Huge Cock is going to mean a sale for Big Dick. And that means…” I trail off, letting her put the pieces together.
“That means that I’m not a small fry anymore,” she says slowly, realization washing over her.
“Aidan, do you know what this mean?” she asks me, and her eyes are wide. “With that amount of money, I could probably start my own publishing company. Maybe take on a few authors. Co-write on a few pen names. Have better artwork…” she trails off.
I look around. People are looking at us. They’re fucking enraptured. Literally, in this order this is what they’re doing. They’re getting the book that they pre-ordered. They’re reading the back. Reading the dedication. Going over to Abby’s little rinky-dink booth and buying a copy of Big Dick or going to the Rainforest.com storefront to buy it. And then looking up at the two of us talking on stage.
They’ve almost begun to see how this plays out as part of the book itself.
“Aidan, this means…” Abby trails off. Tears are coming down her eyes.
“It means we’re free, baby girl,” I tell her, using my fingers to brush her tears. “We’re free of everyone and everything. Only for each other. No one else.”
She wraps her arms around me. “You coulda told me,” she mumbles into my chest.
“No, babe, I couldn’t,” I tell her. It’s true. I realize that now. “I would never have been able to. Because I realize that I…I love you.”
She’s silent for a long moment and then she pulls back from me. Her eyes have the mark of tears but they’re no longer falling.
“I love you too, Aidan,” she says to me and buries her face in my chest again. I squeeze my arms around her. “So so much, oh my God.”
I smile. I mean, wouldn’t you?
This girl basically rescued me. You saw what I was like before this. You see me now.
If it weren’t for Abby Cleveland, I’d be nowhere.
“Although, I’ll probably have to start writing under a new pen name if we’re going to do a publishing company,” Abby says into my chest and I wonder if it’s bad fucking form to tell a girl to speak up after you told her you loved them.
“What usually happens now in the romance novels you write, babe?” I ask Abby.
She looks at me and a lascivious smile lights up her face and I go fucking weak in the knees as my cock wakes up and my brain forgets about everyone around me in the convention center.
“In the romance novels I write,” she says to me with a wicked gleam in her eye. “We get to go have a nasty but sweet long…fuck.”
Perfect.
Abby