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things wrong in my
writing. I could write something great now.”
    “ You don’t know the half
of it yet,” he muttered. “And I don’t want you treating me as
clinical research any more, either.”
    “ I wouldn’t!”
    “ I won’t let you. From now
on this is a date—a proper date. Okay?”
    Sophie swallowed. “Okay,”
she agreed.
    “ So,” Ryan said, I’ll put
my clothes back on and we’ll have that glass of wine, and then you
can undress me as though I’m more than a piece of meat.”
    She leaned up on one elbow
and watched. He was beautiful, and still so pumped up he had
difficulty tucking himself away and zipping up his
jeans.
    “ Why don’t we do it now?”
she asked as he topped up their glasses.
    “ After what you’ve just
told me? I want to seduce you properly. We’ll do it, Sophie. We’ll
do it for hours if you want, but we’ll take our time and wind each
other up to fever-pitch first.”
    Her lips parted in
anticipation.
    “ You won’t be thinking
about your writing—you’ll be thinking all about me. All about me.” He leaned
down and took her mouth in a sudden savage kiss, then drew back,
lifted the glasses of wine, and held one out to her. He raised his
in a toast. “To making things amazing?” he suggested.

    Tigger stretched and closed her eyes.
Not bad. People would buy that. She’d price it at 99 cents, seeing
it was short, but it was surprising how Deepli D’Amore’s e-book
sales were adding up. No-one at that afternoon’s meeting had been
into self-publishing. More fool them, in her opinion. She hadn’t
encouraged them to try it. Why add to the competition?
    Deepli’s next story would be the
seduction that followed. Another 99 cents worth on Amazon.com. And
she really needed some masculine input to make it feel
authentic.
    Frowning, she tapped out another email
to Tank, knowing she’d be lucky to get anything different from the
last couple of replies. They’d simply said ‘Missing U 2
Babe.’
    Yeah, she just bet he was. Off with
some groupie was more his style. Well, two could play at
that…

CHAPTER 12 - ROMY’S CRUEL CORSET

    What else could she buy her children
for Christmas? It was exactly five weeks off, and Romy knew she’d
only get busier and busier until then.
    And of course she needed something
brilliant for Neill. Darling Neill, who held things together for
her.
    Ten year old Natasha already invented
wildly unlikely fairy tales. Eight year old Sarah read way above
her age. And little Daniel was Neill’s, and all the more precious
for being so.
    Neill Farrell had been one of the
helpers on the Community Clean-Up truck six years earlier. He’d
seen the petite divorcee struggling with some heavy old steel
piping she was dragging to the front gate for the free collection.
And he’d simply taken over. Hauled out the pipes as though they
weighed nothing. Returned at the end of the afternoon to offer any
other help she needed. Stayed to dinner. Slipped into her bed and
into her heart.
    He was unfazed by her two young
children, had her pregnant with Daniel only weeks later, and
married her soon after. She’d not cooked a meal since the day he
moved in. Nor mowed a lawn or changed a light bulb or hung a load
of washing.
    “ You earn the money, and
I’ll look after everything else for you,” he’d said. And somehow
their system worked.
    Neill pushed out walls and added new
rooms when he was not being mother or teacher’s assistant. Created
a study for Romy and a workshop for himself. Bought her time to
relax, and loved her silly.
    Romy was a Senior Account Manager for
ADverts. Her clients were blue-chip. They expected instant action,
real results, huge sales increases for the vast expenditure the
ADverts Agency extracted from them. And they expected Romy to jump
if they snapped their fingers.
    She spent a lot of time on planes... a
lot of time in the transit lounges of airports. She’d started
writing to fill up some of that time—because you could only