The end result is my baby. I will state it here for the record: my baby is misshapen, curses too much, drinks too much, fights too much, and is generally a trouble causer. This book is mine. I'm not backing down. I'm not toning it down. This is me with the volume turned ALL THE WAY UP.
It contains the mother of all disclaimers, and if someone neglects to read the giant disclaimer, purchases my book, reads it, and then gets bent out of shape, that is not my problem. Do not mistake me. If I write something and someone doesn't like it, that individual was not supposed to read it, and was certainly not one of the people meant to enjoy it or "get" it. On that note, I would like to think that the people who have landed on my blog are those who enjoy my books. ;-)
Here's my advice: read the disclaimer and then make an adult decision based on the sample and the disclaimer. This particular work is meant for adults, specifically adults who would enjoy reading about: a crazy, imperfect, foul-mouthed narrator who's not afraid to let all her flaws hang out; innumerable f-bombs and generally more cursing than imaginable; chaos; family drama; random flashbacks; a crazy, irreverent rockstar; a hot bodyguard; kidnapping; and sex that does not fade to black.
If you want a book with no sex, violence, or cursing, then you will not enjoy this book. If you're looking for all sex, then 90 percent of this book will disappoint you. Essentially, this book is that crazy cousin who shows up at the wedding drunk, pinches everyone on the *ss, and then remembers nothing the next day.
Nuff said. Details will come for those brave enough to venture into madness.
However, this book really should go under a pen name. It would cut down on the hate mail. We shall see.