Arlen grunted, sipping his tall drink.
Personally, he didn't give a damn about Lily Wright and her biased campaign
against his books. He had been attacked often and by better antagonists than
the ex-Sunday School teacher. But at the moment, he could not afford to have
his royalties cut by even a fraction. Of late, his outgoings had soared. He'd been in the profession some ten years
now and until he hit on the idea of doing a series about teenage antics, his
efforts had been strictly bread and butter. Run of the mill paperback material.
No longer, though. Every book under his real name sold out first, second and
third printings. Money he desperately required to maintain the standard he'd
set for himself.
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