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Out today – The Second Time I Saw You

May 21, 2014

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OK, it’s not out until May 22 (about 6 hours from now) but it’s already ready for download in some parts of the world, and I won’t have time to visit the blog tomorrow so I hope you love the second part in the Oxford Blue trilogy!

You can download the ebook for your e reader or tablet from just about any online bookstore, worldwide.

Second time I saw you
Do post a review if you like it, or drop me an email or look me up on twitter/facebook to tell me what you think or chat about the characters – or anything. Don’t be a stranger!

I’m going to be online all morning then off to the RNA Summer party in the afternoon, but I’ll be online later too, for night owls and US Readers.

Enjoy Lauren and Alexander’s journey…and here’s a taste to whet your appetite.

I’m already gone as he says the name I dread hearing. Of course it’s Alexander. My pulse races and every instinct tells me to head straight back down the stairs again. How could I have thought he wouldn’t try to confront me after what happened with Scott? This is the man who told me he always wins and never stops until he gets what he wants.
I stiffen my resolve because this is the woman who spent the vac ready for this moment: it’s over, no matter what he throws at me.
My heart thumps against my ribcage as I reach my landing and see the dark figure resting against the wall outside my door.
Then he lifts his face to me.
For the next few heartbeats, I half wonder whether the figure isn’t Alexander after all. Because the guy slumped against the wall opposite outside my door isn’t the arrogant guy I last saw blocking the pavement in the street, the unshakeable, implacable man that other people had to go around. This man looks shapeless and beaten, a sack of bones in a black Crombie overcoat.
My hand freezes on the banister. ‘Alexander?’
When he lifts his face to me , Hhis eyes are red-rimmed as if he’s been crying.
My stomach clenches. ‘What’s the matter?’
‘It’s my father. He’s dead.’


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