There’s nothing quite like the feeling of sending your book off into the world for the first time. It’s exhilarating, nerve-wracking, and surreal all at once. Obsessing Over Coffee and Us just made that leap—it’s officially in the hands of its very first reader. And let me tell you, it’s been a rollercoaster ride getting here!
The journey from rough draft to polished manuscript has been intense, filled with late-night writing sessions, countless revisions, and more cups of coffee than I’d like to admit (it’s on brand, right?). Every line, every scene, and every interaction between our beloved characters was crafted with so much care. The banter between our leads, the moments of tension, the swoon-worthy sparks—all of it has been shaped by the magic of rewriting.
What’s it like sending your book baby to its first reader? It feels a bit like handing over a piece of your heart. You hope they’ll love it, connect with the characters, and find themselves wrapped up in the world you’ve created. But there’s also that moment of doubt. Will they laugh at the jokes? Cry during the emotional scenes? Will they get it? It’s a heady mix of excitement and nerves!
I’ve worked hard to make sure the book feels like a true reflection of what I set out to do. I wanted to craft a romantic comedy that’s light-hearted, but also relatable on multiple personal levels. At its core, Obsessing Over Coffee and Us is about finding love in the most unexpected places (like over spilled coffee) and navigating the messiness of real life with a healthy dose of humor.
Now, while we’re on this journey of anticipation together, I thought it’d be fun to share a little sneak peek from Obsessing Over Coffee and Us. This is one of my favorite scenes between Mare and Ethan, and I’m really hoping it makes it into the final version! (No pressure, first reader!)
An Excerpt — Obsessing Over Coffee and Us:
As Mare navigated the crowded office, the familiar hum of chatter and clacking keyboards faded into the background. Coffee. She needed coffee to survive.
“Careful,” a voice drawled from behind her. “Wouldn’t want another spill.”
Mare turned sharply to see Ethan standing a few feet away, that familiar smirk plastered on his face.
“Don’t worry,” Mare said coolly, crossing her arms. “I don’t have any coffee to spill.”
Ethan took a step closer, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he leaned casually against the counter. “I’m sure the office cleanup crew appreciates that.”
Mare raised an eyebrow. “What do you want, Ethan?”
He shrugged, still wearing that infuriating smirk. “Just making sure you’re surviving without spilling something on yourself. It’s a rare sight.”
“Funny.” Mare forced a tight smile. “I seem to manage just fine when you’re not around.”
“So, what? You’re going to start avoiding me now?”
Mare chuckled. “Why would I need to avoid you? You don’t like me enough to want to be in the same room either.”
He stepped closer. “I never said that.”
“You might as well have.”
