My latest novel is currently available only at Totally Bound and here’s the blurb.
For odd job man Ryan Taylor, being hired to clear clutter while ogling one of Hollywood’s hottest stars seems like easy money. A good way to escape his jealous, drunken girlfriend, Eve, who seems intent on making his life a misery. But Copse Cottage is haunted with his happy past, stirring anew his longing for the girl he used to call the best in the world.
A stolen beat-up suitcase is going to change everything—secrets will be revealed, hearts will be broken all over again and the biggest mystery of all will finally be answered.
Katrina Quinn was shy as a kid, bullied all through Secondary school and thoroughly down on herself. However, she found a new side to herself in University. Here’s a snippet from Katrina discovering herself in Uni.
I danced into a guy that night. I danced into him and kissed him. He was hot but I didn’t even know his name. It was only a kiss but it was really steamy and observed by one of Sean’s mates. It was the end of a relationship. I was heartbroken and didn’t know why Sean couldn’t forgive me for just one kiss. I was young, I was naïve and after that incident, newly single.
I kissed a lot of men in many, many clubs. It wasn’t my finest hour but it started something for me. I realised that the curves that had made me stand out in a bad way in secondary made me stand out from the crowd in a particularly good way. My curves were something to embrace and love, not curse.
I moved out of the house share in year two of my studies and moved into a tiny apartment of my own in the student digs. I dug in and got serious about my studies. Well, for the first few weeks anyway. Then I was distracted by Ben in the room over the corridor from mine. He was just like Ryan. Same eyes, same hair—but just a shade lighter—and same attitude. It didn’t matter how much I tried to forget him, Ryan was always close to my mind even when I didn’t want him to be.
Ben became my new Ryan. I wanted him. In some twisted way I thought if I could get Ben it would be a two-fingered salute to Ryan and all the years of heartache he’d caused. Problem was, Ben was a player. He flirted with me—Lord, I practically rubbed up and down his leg like a territorial cat every time I saw him—but I couldn’t get past that flirting stage. I thought maybe he had a girlfriend, making him reluctant to take things further, but when I found out he didn’t, I did a particularly audacious thing to change that.
I broke into his room. Well, technically I didn’t. He’d left it open. Well, I’d distracted him so he hadn’t pulled his door all the way closed. I’d leaned against the door jamb pushing out my chest, in a top with a low scoop neck. He’d been distracted by the view and hadn’t finished shutting his door. Just winked at me and walked off. I slipped into his room, kicked my way through the dirty clothes and pulled the duvet over his well slept in sheets and stretched myself out on his bed.
I waited there for him, I knew he wouldn’t be long. It was a Wednesday and he only had the one lecture. He came back just as I was starting to question the soundness of my plan.
“Oh, wow, I didn’t order takeout,” he quipped, closing the door behind him and kicking off his shoes. “But now I’m feeling really hungry.”
He dropped his bag onto the floor and pulled his T-shirt over his head. I just watched as he slipped out of his jeans and boxers. He strode over to me as I admired his long, lithe frame. I was nervous until he pushed me down onto the bed and held me there.
“I think I’m dreaming,” he whispered between kisses. “This can’t be real.”
“Oh it is,” I gasped, running my hands down his back to grip his tight buttocks. “Very real. Feel.”
I arched my back and pressed my breasts to his taut chest. I was sparking with desire at every point his body touched mine. He wasn’t gentle or loving, but I didn’t want him to be. His every touch was purposeful, fuelled by lust and used to whip up the same frenzied desire in me. He took the condom I held in my fist and sheathed himself. Ben kissed me a while longer, let me run my hands all over him and feel his strength, then he plunged his covered cock into me and took what I had on offer. He fucked me hard and wildly—I really loved being out of control. Being used. I was thrilled to be with him. I was on a mental high and although I didn’t come I still felt amazing when he did.
That was a truly fantastical moment but it was only a moment. We went back to flirting across a corridor and nothing more. He eventually got himself a steady girl, and I realised he wasn’t Ryan and was not the man for me. But that fuck marked another step in my journey from Janet to Katrina. I realised I didn’t need a Ryan to make my life work. I started to file him away as ancient history. He’d always be in the back of my mind but from that day on I labelled him as a past chapter and moved on to fresh, new pages.
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