Oh no, I've Fallen in Love!
Depression
is a curse; a taboo illness which Valerie Anthrope has suffered with for most of
her life.
And so far, her way of dealing with it is to hide it, which means no
friends. Ever. She works hard at keeping all acquaintances at arms’ length, and
has thrown herself into building her financial brokerage business. Happiness to
Valerie is a successful mortgage deal.
Ellen Semple
is happy-go-lucky. Her world is all-dancing and all-singing fun. She’s
Valerie’s new employee.
Lex Kendal
is Valerie’s client. He wants to screw Valerie.
This is the
story of a depressive woman changing the views of two egotistical people, and
in turn, Valerie comes to realise that these selfish people are the ones who
can help her—if she dares to open up
to them.
A story of true friendship.
A story about the power of love.
A story of how one women gained the strength to fight her depression.
Oh no, I’ve Fallen in Love! came second
in the eFestival of Words Best Independent eBook Awards 2013. Oh no, I’ve
Fallen in Love! is told through the eyes of Valerie Anthrope and Lex
Kendal in varying chapters—‘a unique way of storytelling.'
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Extract from Oh no, I've Fallen in Love!
I smiled, but found I couldn’t hold his gaze. I
had never teased anyone before, but that’s exactly what I had been doing. And
he’d returned it. Our easy bantering was happening as if it was the most
natural thing in the world.
I opened my diary, and pretended to look through
it. ‘I’ve a lot to do this morning, Mr Kendal. You really should have phoned
for an appointment.’ He perched himself on the spare desk, leaving a long leg
swinging down.
‘I’m here to make one.’
‘Oh.’
‘I want to make an appointment to take you out to
dinner. Shall we say Saturday night?’
‘This Saturday?’
‘This Saturday, yes. That’s the day after Friday,
and the day before Sunday.’
A tingle of excitement was bubbling up inside my
stomach. It was only a dinner date, I told myself. I could keep him at arm’s length,
just like everyone else, no problem. Except he wasn’t like any man I’d met
before. He seemed to revel in my sharp comments and caustic sarcasm.
A bang from the outer door told me my staff had
arrived back from lunch. I cleared my throat, and made an effort to look in
control.
‘Yes, that would be lovely.’
The arrogant bastard grinned, telling me that’s
what he expected me to say. I remembered
reading about the kiss-and-tell that his ex-wife leaked to the papers, which
backfired on her and made him famous. It was all about how she couldn’t compete
with his affairs and was filing for a divorce after fifteen years. She then
demanded a hefty settlement and posed topless.
‘Good. There’s a new fish restaurant just opened
along the Thames that I thought we could try. Or is there anything else you
fancy? Apart from me,’ he added with a wider grin.
He’s such a jerk, I thought. But a sexy jerk. A
flutter of appreciation feathered my spine as I took in his broad shoulders and
imagined myself in his arms again. But
did I want to be another notch on his bedpost – hell, I was a modern woman – he
could be a notch on mine!
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