Falling for Him - Fourplay - Part One
Something different for non-fiction Wednesday. I’d love your opinion on a book cover please?
I’d forgotten all about this couple, but so glad I found them hiding in a long-lost folder. They deserve some attention.
I’ll share the freshly updated story with you, as a Fourplay, before the story goes back on sale.
In return I’d love your feedback.
At the start and end of the story I’ll share my idea for a new cover. I’d love to know if you feel it represents the story line.
There’s a hint of rom-com and definitely steam, so, please, let me know what you think.
OK here we go…
A fall, a hand up and an instant attraction.
Gwen fell at Arthur’s feet, and fell hard. It hurt, like really hurt. Bruised hurt.
The day had started so well, too. One minute successful business woman, next minute sitting in a heap at the feet of the a hot guy with lush thighs and kind eyes.
Arthur is a total gentleman. Of course. Twice her age, not her type, but sometimes love hits the hardest when you don’t expect it.
Gwen soon discovers Arthur knows which buttons to press to tease the best out of her. Turning pain into pleasure seems to be his speciality.
The Fall
She slipped her pen, tablet, and phone back in her bag and left the room. After another successful meeting over, now she could finally relax.
The lift took her to the coffee bar on the mezzanine that overlooked the sprawling ground floor indoor gardens. She leant back against the lift’s steel bar and breathed out a long sigh of satisfaction.
Today had been the culmination of so many weeks of preparation, and now it was over. She pulled her phone from her bag, opened her text app and realised she didn’t have anyone to tell.
If she called her mum, she’d just ask if she had met a ‘nice man’ yet. After all ‘at her age, blah blah blah, she wasn’t thirty yet, but had gone through it often enough, knew how the call would go. It was always the same.
Her brother was out of the country and she doubted he’d even pick up.
She had never been one for besties, and sure as heck didn’t miss that ‘prosecco at the spa’ thing her friends from school seemed to have settled into. Some days, though, she thought it might be nice to have someone to call, someone who cared.
She dropped her phone back in her bag, or meant to, but it fell to the floor.
Damn.
It bounced.
She’d never been so glad to see a lift floor carpeted instead of tiles.
As she bent down to retrieve the phone, the lift jolted to a stop, and the doors opened. She tried to regain her balance, instinctively, reached out and grabbed the side of the lift with one hand, scooped her phone up with the other, but dropped heavily on one knee and almost head-butted a guy right in the nuts.
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