The fifth Maggie post seems to have hit its limit and I'm astounded by how much some of you care about these characters. It means so much. I care about them too.
Soon you'll see a brand new hotwife novel from me with a new couple (Cam and Amberly, Camberly, if you will) who I grew to love and I care about deeply. But I wrote it while all of us were pontificating about the Maggie cast and despite how I care for them, I still miss Max and Maggie.
So ... is this a thing? ↓↓↓ Could this possibly be a thing? ↓↓↓
Hint: the answer is: Please, tell me it's a thing! Tell me I'm not wasting my time with this! I want to tell a story from Keely's perspective as she enters this Bizarre Love Triangle and breaks its weak vectors. I want to hear her perspective on all she sees and how she falls in love with Max and how he falls in love with her ...
I know I said Recovering Maggie was the final Maggie book, but was it? ...
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(I include this weird version of Bizarre Love Triangle because it includes clips of one of my absolute favorite movies of all time and I can't believe I found it! This movie is in my top 10 best movies! The best movie ever made about modern love and loneliness ...)
Think I'm joking?—how about the opening scene of "Finding Keely" ...
At the Aughrim Arms on the Ballinaclash Road, Keely conversed via text with the world’s most untrustworthy asshole, almost five-thousand kilometers away in the sleazy city of Boston. It was her Nan’s eighty-eighth birthday party and the last thing she needed right now was to hear lame explanations from Derek. Still, he texted.
Derek: What did she say?
Keely: I don’t want to talk about it
Derek: Just tell me
Keely: I’ll talk when I get back. I’m with me Nan
The phone buzzed one more time as she struggled to get it back into her purse without looking at the screen. Checked it anyway, turning it to face her before it disappeared into her hand bag.
Derek: She’s a liar.
Sure she is Derek, but why would she lie? You’re cheating on me and I know it.
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Enough of that though. She was home in Aughrim, with her family, with her sisters and her brother, with her best mates Sara and Marly. American Derek and all his two-faced bullshit could take a hike because tonight she would have fun without him.
