On paper Darren Ferguson has the perfect two healthy children, a well-paid job, a nice house and a beautiful wife. But scratch below the surface and all is not what it seems. His kids barely recognise him, he’s close to murdering his boss with a stapler, and his wife is more interested in bodypumping at the gym than bodypumping with him.
Taking drastic measures to set his life back on the right track, Darren’s plans don’t run quite as smoothly as he’d envisaged. Particularly when the object of his teenage fantasies is added to the mix...
This is the first short story in Alice Ross's 'Never Have Sex...' series
Previously published as 'Never Drop Dead On A Friday'
Alice Ross used to work in the financial services industry where she wrote riveting, enthralling brochures about pensions and ISAs that everyone read avidly and no one ever put straight into the bin.
One day, when nobody was looking, she managed to escape. Dragging her personal chef (aka her husband) along with her, she headed to Spain, where she began writing witty, sexy, romps designed to amuse slightly more than pension brochures.
Missing Blighty (including the weather - but don't tell anyone), she returned five years later.
When not writing, she can be found scratching a tune on her violin, sweating on a spin bike, or upside down in a yoga pose.