Dead in Bed By Bailey Simms, Part 1

By Adrian Birch

You've never, ever read a book like this.

When a sexually-transmitted plague breaks out in Ashley Young's small town, leaving its victims with a bizarrely amplified libido, everything about her life changes. DEAD IN BED is partly a suspense thriller with a strikingly original story, partly a page-turning mystery about a disease that makes people hopelessly crave sexual contact, and partly a neo-western adventure in the American heartland. For anyone who can handle a smart, controversial female protagonist who's willing to do anything - no matter how difficult or morally questionable - in order to survive, the series pulls readers in like an unshakeable addiction.

. . . Bailey Simms, teen author of DEAD IN BED, is stuck at home with a rare medical condition. Writing is her only escape, so she's determined to keep her salacious series hidden from her strict father. Soon an older boy starts to secretly help her, and Bailey finds new opportunities for freedom she's never had. But as DEAD IN BED grows in popularity, and Bailey's fans start to clamor for the sequel, she learns that being a successful author may come with a terrifyingly dangerous price.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Adrian Birch
• Release date: Jun 23, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310006975

Adrian Birch

Adrian Birch is the creator of the meta-novel "DEAD IN BED By Bailey Simms".

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Dead in Bed, Part One

by Bailey Simms

Copyright © 2014 Adrian Birch

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All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system, without written permission from the author, except for the inclusion of brief quotations in a review.

This book is a work of fiction. All of its characters, including Bailey Simms, are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

The following material was discovered on an abandoned blog. It had been hosted by a teen under the name Bailey Simms, though little is known about the author’s identity.

Among Ms. Simms’s blog posts was a completed serialized novel entitled Dead in Bed.. Interspersed within the novel’s segments, updates described events in the author’s life from the winter of 2013 until the spring of 2015. At that point, the posts abruptly stopped.

The blog has since been shut down. Its contents, however, have been retrieved and are reproduced here in full. The original material has not been altered.

The whereabouts of the author remain unknown.

December 27th, 2013. 1:34 p.m.

First Post

Okay, here I go. My first blog post. Deep breath . . .

So, hi everyone! Or, I guess I should say: hi absolutely no one! Because I’m sure exactly zero people are actually going to read this blog, and I’m pretty much just going to be shouting into the deep dark abyss of the internet. But whatever. I don’t care. If I don’t force myself to start a blog and post segments of my novel to it every week or so, I know I’ll never actually write it. And I really want to write this novel. Doing it means a lot to me. That’s why I’ve decided to publically commit to it in this post.

In case someone actually does end up following this, thank you SO MUCH for reading! Seriously. You’re awesome and I love you! Please ignore the fact that I don’t even know you. You’re reading my blog, so I love you anyway despite that major flaw in our relationship. If you have any questions, follow me on Twitter (@BaileySimms) and tweet me or message me there. Best way to reach me. I’ll totally respond.

Anyway, the very first installment of my novel is coming in the next update! It’s going to be called Dead in Bed. So stay tuned.

xxBailey

January 5th, 2014. 11:49 p.m.

DEAD IN BED, Part 1: Fifty Shades of Gangrene

I woke up in a motel room I’d never seen. No matter how hard I’ve thought about it since, I have no memory of how I got there or what happened the night before.

There were beer bottles all over the side table. Not to mention a completely empty eighth of Jack Daniels. What looked like some kind of fancy foreign wine bottle, also drained, was filled with cigarette butts. The TV, one of those old boxy sets, had fallen back against the wall, and in the corner an armchair was