The Siren. Tiffany Reisz

was doing with the book. But he needed to steer her in a new direction before she wrote any more. The whole book couldn’t be a sprint. She needed to stop and let the reader breathe for a chapter or two before kicking into high gear again.

      Zach read through his notes again and dialed her office number.

      “Sophocles’s House of Patricide and Incest,” Nora answered. “How may I blind you?”

      Zach bit the inside of his cheek to keep her from hearing him laugh.

      “Nora.”

      “Zachary,” she said breathlessly.

      “You’re in a chipper mood, I see.”