the bloody Andes.
– Chapter Twenty-Four –
Michael pushed open the door to his flat. He was knackered, but so very happy. He wanted to have a siesta but knew if he wished to achieve his dream he just had to keep writing, especially with such emotion flowing through him.
My first novel – By Michael Bell - TITLE - TBD
Chapter 15: Michael pushed open the front door quietly. Emily liked to have a lie-in on a Saturday, especially now she was pregnant. She was, however, already up.
‘Morning, darling, so how was your writing course?’
‘Really good, thanks. Feel I’m ready to finish that book I’ve always said I’ve had in me.’
‘Thank goodness for that, we might have some decent money if you can make it a bestseller. What was the hotel like?’
‘You know - nothing special. It’s not really about the luxury on these courses, more about the content. A few drinks in the bar and then bed - no more exciting than that.’
‘Well, I’m off shopping with Mother now. I’ll be back around six - thought we could get a take-out later. I’ve got a craving for spicy things at the moment.’
Michael turned on his computer. How could he be so blasé about the whole situation? His wife of two years was pregnant and here was he, spending the night with another woman. Another woman who made him feel so alive. More alive, in fact, than he had ever felt in his life. The sex had been amazing. Just kissing her in that Soho street had made him want to shag the arse off her there and then.
‘Hmm.’ Michael grunted, then sat back and stared at the computer screen. Was that too rude? He was sure he’d read that Stephen King said ‘don’t edit as you go along’. So he could worry about that later.
Loving that he had so much material now, he restarted typing.
He just wasn’t in love with Emily any more. Why had he procrastinated for so long? If he had got any balls he would have ended it six months ago, but now he was going to be a father and the responsibility of it all was suffocating.
He pushed that thought to the back of his mind and concentrated on something he had to deal with sooner rather than later. Valentine’s Day was coming and he had to make sure his plans were tight. Not to see Ruby just wasn’t an option.
Michael swivelled in his chair. Now what would his lady readers like to see him do? Romance didn’t always come easily to him and he knew this would have to be special.
– Chapter Twenty-Five –
Ruby pushed open the door to the church hall in trepidation. She felt as if she was embarking on a new adventure, just like when she had set herself her twelve jobs in twelve months mission a few years ago. (But that’s another story!)
However, this was even scarier. She was frightened as she knew she was about to face her own demons.
She had looked with interest on the internet last night.
The Bow Wow Club – from Struggle to Joy!
If you are the partner of a widow
or a widower, we understand.
Come along for support and advice on
how to help keep your new relationship on track.
‘Love. Love, love, love, love!’ A tall, well-built black man walked briskly towards her. Despite him being camp as Christmas, Ruby thought his wide nose and full lips made him handsome. He reminded her of the lovely dreadlocked Justice whom she had met while working at the home for retired actors, way back when she was on her twelve jobs in twelve months mission.
Since meeting Michael, she had been looking at taller men a lot more lately. Mr Bow Wow must have been in his early thirties and was dressed in a pair of trendy blue jeans, with a black round neck cashmere jumper and brown boots. She noticed how big his feet were and how the trendy tweed flat cap suited him. He whipped his hat off and threw it at a coat-stand, a perfect shot.
‘Thank God you’re here! You must be Susie?’ He had a faint Glaswegian accent. His close-cropped hair was coloured bright orange and Ruby had an urge to rub her hands through
– Chapter Twenty-Four –
Michael pushed open the door to his flat. He was knackered, but so very happy. He wanted to have a siesta but knew if he wished to achieve his dream he just had to keep writing, especially with such emotion flowing through him.
My first novel – By Michael Bell - TITLE - TBD
Chapter 15: Michael pushed open the front door quietly. Emily liked to have a lie-in on a Saturday, especially now she was pregnant. She was, however, already up.
‘Morning, darling, so how was your writing course?’
‘Really good, thanks. Feel I’m ready to finish that book I’ve always said I’ve had in me.’
‘Thank goodness for that, we might have some decent money if you can make it a bestseller. What was the hotel like?’
‘You know - nothing special. It’s not really about the luxury on these courses, more about the content. A few drinks in the bar and then bed - no more exciting than that.’
‘Well, I’m off shopping with Mother now. I’ll be back around six - thought we could get a take-out later. I’ve got a craving for spicy things at the moment.’
Michael turned on his computer. How could he be so blasé about the whole situation? His wife of two years was pregnant and here was he, spending the night with another woman. Another woman who made him feel so alive. More alive, in fact, than he had ever felt in his life. The sex had been amazing. Just kissing her in that Soho street had made him want to shag the arse off her there and then.
‘Hmm.’ Michael grunted, then sat back and stared at the computer screen. Was that too rude? He was sure he’d read that Stephen King said ‘don’t edit as you go along’. So he could worry about that later.
Loving that he had so much material now, he restarted typing.
He just wasn’t in love with Emily any more. Why had he procrastinated for so long? If he had got any balls he would have ended it six months ago, but now he was going to be a father and the responsibility of it all was suffocating.
He pushed that thought to the back of his mind and concentrated on something he had to deal with sooner rather than later. Valentine’s Day was coming and he had to make sure his plans were tight. Not to see Ruby just wasn’t an option.
Michael swivelled in his chair. Now what would his lady readers like to see him do? Romance didn’t always come easily to him and he knew this would have to be special.
– Chapter Twenty-Five –
Ruby pushed open the door to the church hall in trepidation. She felt as if she was embarking on a new adventure, just like when she had set herself her twelve jobs in twelve months mission a few years ago. (But that’s another story!)
However, this was even scarier. She was frightened as she knew she was about to face her own demons.
She had looked with interest on the internet last night.
The Bow Wow Club – from Struggle to Joy!
If you are the partner of a widow
or a widower, we understand.
Come along for support and advice on
how to help keep your new relationship on track.
‘Love. Love, love, love, love!’ A tall, well-built black man walked briskly towards her. Despite him being camp as Christmas, Ruby thought his wide nose and full lips made him handsome. He reminded her of the lovely dreadlocked Justice whom she had met while working at the home for retired actors, way back when she was on her twelve jobs in twelve months mission.
Since meeting Michael, she had been looking at taller men a lot more lately. Mr Bow Wow must have been in his early thirties and was dressed in a pair of trendy blue jeans, with a black round neck cashmere jumper and brown boots. She noticed how big his feet were and how the trendy tweed flat cap suited him. He whipped his hat off and threw it at a coat-stand, a perfect shot.
‘Thank God you’re here! You must be Susie?’ He had a faint Glaswegian accent. His close-cropped hair was coloured bright orange and Ruby had an urge to rub her hands through
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