Always Mr. Wrong Page 6
“Perhaps not.” My composure had suddenly returned. “What I was trying to say is, I thought every man was Mr. Wrong, but Guy, you are my Mr. Right.” Lifting up on my toes to reach his face, I cupped my hands around his cheeks. “I made a big mistake. Can you find it in your heart to take me back and start again?”
Even though his eyes watered over as I spoke, there was not a hint of emotion on his face. “No, Clare,”
I could feel my heart literally breaking inside my chest. As each piece fell away my insides became emptier and emptier.
“We can’t go back, but we can move on from where we left off, the part when I ask you to marry me. But this time only marriage. No houses, no au pairs, and no babies.”
Flinging my arms around his neck, I smothered him in kisses. Taking a breath, I tilted my head back to look at him. “Guy Foreman, I would love to marry you.”
His mouth came down on mine, and his hot tongue plunged into my mouth, rolling it around mine. His hands tugged at my shirt, pulling it out of my skirt. This was no schoolboy fumble as his fingers unzipped my skirt with expertise, cupping his large hands around my bottom, pulling me into his firmness.
Kissing down my neck, nuzzling at my ear, his hot breath filled my body with a blazing desire of passion. Yes, this was an experienced man, but I was right. This was the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.
“Clare,” he whispered seductively. “I love you so much I want you right here, right now.”
Not sure of what happened next, I recall sweeping the kitchen table clear of the fruit bowl and magazines. It all seemed to happen in a sexual frenzy of passion, lust, and confirming our love to each other. However, the next thing I recalled was Guy and me naked on the kitchen table, Guy on top of me, a bottle of chocolate sauce, and a trifle Sponge Finger in his hands. I lay with my head hanging off the edge of the table, squealing in pleasure as Eleanor walked through the doorway.
As casual as if Guy and I were playing scrabble she asked, “Do you two ever lock a door?”
About the Author
Joanne Rawson was born and brought up in Derbyshire England. After leaving college in 1984, she headed off to be an au pair in the Loire Valley, France for one year. Returning to England, Joanne worked for Derbyshire Education Authority in special education and then for Derbyshire Social Services, working with adults with learning and physical difficulties. In 2005, Joanne and her husband gave up their hectic lifestyle, after ten years of managing branded restaurants around London’s M25, and now spends her time in England, Goa and Malaysia, writing romantic novels and short stories.
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Other stories by the Joanne Rawson with Melange
“Learner Mum” in Having my Baby anthology
For Better or For Worse
No Strings Attached
Angel of Kindness
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Megan Shepard was not looking forward to Christmas. Now divorced, all she had to look forward to was spending Christmas in Derbyshire, with her sixty four year old, bisexual, hippie mother, and a scrawny little sapling tree, overdressed with cheap decorations from the pound shop. However, her friends had other ideas, like taking her to Pinkie's Night Club, their old stomping ground as teenagers. This brought back memories of rah-rah skirts, fishnets, and legwarmers dancing to Madonna, until the DJ played The Power of Love, whereupon Richie King would take her hand and lead her to the dance floor.
Seeing Richie leaning against the bar in his unforgettable Danny Zucko pose, she knows the right thing to do would be to walk in the opposite direction, yet finds herself walking straight to him, and taking the advice of her unconventional mother. Swept off her feet to the winter wonderland of Manchester's Christmas Market, romantic walks in the snow of the Derbyshire Peak District, and fireside dinners, she has to wonder if Richie really changed, or has he something to hide?
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Take a trip to the steamy side of English suburbia. To the envying eyes of the locals, three ordinary women in their forties seem to have wonderful families and excellent careers. Or do they?
Annie Fitzgerald's perfect marriage to the debonair Patrick falls apart when she discovers him having an affair. Struggling with a failed marriage, her world turns upside down. Suddenly being at home is not the ideal life she thought it would be. Annie finds solace in her salsa teacher. Patrick ends his affair, but with near fatal consequences.
Lorna Davies, mother of four children, is in a loveless marriage to Robin. Unexpectedly she literally runs into Ben Adams, an old flame from her teens. Secrets about her past that she has kept hidden for years are revealed, dramatically affecting her family, changing all their lives.
Celina Peel's ex-husband, Ethan, arrives at her office after being gone twelve years. She truly believes him when he says he has changed. As Celina makes plans for the future with Ethan, she can not help wondering, has he changed or not? She encounters another problem, her son's girlfriend. Unable to cut the apron strings, Celina has to accept Sam's girlfriend or lose him forever.
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Wedding invitations are supposed to bring a smile to your face, with thoughts of a happy occasion that two people would be joining in Holy matrimony, publicly declaring their love for each other. However, for Laura Lee, it was just confirmation that at thirty-three, she had spent all her time and efforts on her career and was still single.
After finding out that her ex will be attending the same wedding, Laura Lee has three days to find herself a date. In desperation, she calls on the help of her best friend Lisa, the who's who of Nottingham's eligible bachelors.
Discovering that Nottingham's most rich and handsome men find her icy, Laura has to take her only option, the man she most despises, her work colleague Adam Ford.