Sample Sunday
New Release, Second Chances...
This is a teaser from my #NewRelease 'Second Chances', an Afro-Caribbean #romance set in London, I released this on Friday. Second Chances is more of a prelude novella for me because one or two of these characters will be showing up again in my current #WIP which I'm in the middle of. But for those who've already read Second Chances, all eyes on Keith for the next one! Hope you'll check it out...
Sample for #SampleSunday:
Dawn:
"I took my time to have a lie in. It was Saturday morning, and after another hectic week, of legal stress at the office, school runs and trying to figure out the new balance in my life; it felt good to lie in.
I had been in court twice this week, representing two familial disputes. Since Keith and I split, I was really wondering whether my choice of profession, or my chosen area of family law to be more precise, had really been the wisest choice. If I wasn't already feeling like a failure in my private life, I was spending much of my work day trying to give pep talks and formulate arguments on behalf of clients who were suffering as much as I was.
To top it all, I could never let on.
My private life was always separate. My relationship with Keith was a fact I only shared with a close few, and Keith and I liked it that way. We both respected our chosen professions. I was good at what I did, and had built quite a reputation in the Family Division as a solicitor who held no punches.
Comfortable as the high-flyer, the last two months began to seem just a little too ironic, and close to home for my liking. I was never the victim. Until now.
An annoying chirping resonated from my phone, as I swiped the alarm. I'm up already.
The house was still quiet.
Robert had probably stayed up half the night with his on-line stuff that seemed to keep him constantly occupied. And, Anya was the type of child who would sleep through anything. She was such a deep sleeper, I usually had to go into her room three times each morning to get her out of the land of nod. First, it was the curtain opening routine. The second round was usually turning on her favorite London Breakfast radio. If that didn't work, the good old 'we're gonna be late' shake usually got her going.
I yawned and stretched out.
I loved this bed. Keith and I had upgraded to a luxury massive King size just a year ago. Finally letting it sink in that we weren't exactly poor anymore. We were well off, able to afford a house in the suburbs having first bought the loft in Chelsea, just off the King's Road when the money first started to flow. Correction. Keith had bought the loft. We had split the cost of our house on principle. I still wanted to be seen as a contributing factor in our relationship. It was the smartest move I'd made.”
Second Chances © 2016 L. S. Bergman
This is a teaser from my #NewRelease 'Second Chances', an Afro-Caribbean #romance set in London, I released this on Friday. Second Chances is more of a prelude novella for me because one or two of these characters will be showing up again in my current #WIP which I'm in the middle of. But for those who've already read Second Chances, all eyes on Keith for the next one! Hope you'll check it out...
Sample for #SampleSunday:
Dawn:
"I took my time to have a lie in. It was Saturday morning, and after another hectic week, of legal stress at the office, school runs and trying to figure out the new balance in my life; it felt good to lie in.
I had been in court twice this week, representing two familial disputes. Since Keith and I split, I was really wondering whether my choice of profession, or my chosen area of family law to be more precise, had really been the wisest choice. If I wasn't already feeling like a failure in my private life, I was spending much of my work day trying to give pep talks and formulate arguments on behalf of clients who were suffering as much as I was.
To top it all, I could never let on.
My private life was always separate. My relationship with Keith was a fact I only shared with a close few, and Keith and I liked it that way. We both respected our chosen professions. I was good at what I did, and had built quite a reputation in the Family Division as a solicitor who held no punches.
Comfortable as the high-flyer, the last two months began to seem just a little too ironic, and close to home for my liking. I was never the victim. Until now.
An annoying chirping resonated from my phone, as I swiped the alarm. I'm up already.
The house was still quiet.
Robert had probably stayed up half the night with his on-line stuff that seemed to keep him constantly occupied. And, Anya was the type of child who would sleep through anything. She was such a deep sleeper, I usually had to go into her room three times each morning to get her out of the land of nod. First, it was the curtain opening routine. The second round was usually turning on her favorite London Breakfast radio. If that didn't work, the good old 'we're gonna be late' shake usually got her going.
I yawned and stretched out.
I loved this bed. Keith and I had upgraded to a luxury massive King size just a year ago. Finally letting it sink in that we weren't exactly poor anymore. We were well off, able to afford a house in the suburbs having first bought the loft in Chelsea, just off the King's Road when the money first started to flow. Correction. Keith had bought the loft. We had split the cost of our house on principle. I still wanted to be seen as a contributing factor in our relationship. It was the smartest move I'd made.”
Second Chances © 2016 L. S. Bergman
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