It's finally here. I have a release date for my novel, This Thirtysomething Life
FRIDAY MARCH 18TH!!!
So, make sure you have the Kindle App on your PC, iPhone, or whatever means of technology you have, and on March 18th you can go to Amazon and purchase your copy of my book.
I am very excited for everyone to read it. Here is the very last sneak peek to get you in the mood:
Tuesday, February 7th, 8:00am
At school. Emily at work. Still no reply from Jamie.
I woke up this morning and felt as sick as a dog. I threw up in the bathroom. Then Emily woke up and she threw up in the bathroom. I think I might have sympathy morning sickness. What’s happening to me? Am I turning into a woman? God, that’s the last thing I need at the moment.
1:00pm
I had a chat with Rory Wilkinson (Art) at lunchtime today.
“I think Miss Simpson hates me,” I said.
“You’re alright, she hates everyone.”
“Really?”
“Well, most people. She seems to quite like me. The other day she commented that my Year Eight, ‘found object sculptures’ was a great example of out of the box thinking. I wouldn’t be worried though.”
“Right.”
“Unless she starts making sudden appearances in your room. Then you can start panicking. Remember Doug?”
“Dirty Doug?”
“No, Dagenham Doug.”
“Oh, right, yeah. Dagenham Doug with the dogs.”
“Well, just before he was fired, she started turning up in his room, watching him and taking notes. Next minute, he was gone.”
“Right, thanks, I’ll watch out for that.”
5:00pm
Miss Simpson made a sudden appearance in my room this afternoon and took notes. I am for the high jump.
11:00pm
Emily got home from work tonight and said she was craving Indian food. We went to our local Indian, where Emily went ahead and ordered the chicken madras! For the record, she normally orders the Korma and asks for it extra mild. I spent the next hour watching her sweat and dribble her way through Wimbledon Tandori’s second hottest curry. When we got home she demanded sex.
“I want to have wild, animal sex, Harry,” she said astride me, her face alight with lust and passion.
This would normally have me as stiff as a guardsman outside Buckingham Palace in seconds, however, for some reason all I could think about was Miss Simpson. Needless to say, it wasn’t so much animal sex but minimal sex. Emily dismounted a very unhappy, sexually frustrated passenger. What is wrong with me?
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