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Kathryn Brown - I'm an author and I run a sheep and arable farm in Northumberland. My daughter, Amy, is eleven years old and autistic. She attends a special needs school and is my whole life. I love being a part of online social networking and especially enjoy interaction on my Blog.
I have two published novels, Discovery at Rosehill and Nightingale Woods
Details of Nightingale Woods
Rachel Phillips, mid twenties, a little naive, rather gullible, has fallen for a married man. The thing is, he's also fallen for her. In too deep, Rachel and married man Steve, begin an affair and develop intense feelings for each other, knowing what they're doing is wrong. But after nine months of lies and deceit, Steve's wife Olivia finds out and gives him an ultimatum. It was inevitable that someone's heart would get broken, but Rachel truly believed it wouldn't be hers and certainly not twice within a matter of days.
Seventeen years later, Rachel has been married, widowed and moved on to a new life in a little Scottish village in Perthshire. But one day her life comes crashing down around her when she spots Steve and Olivia in a nearby town, looking happy and very much together. So sure she'd got over Steve, she soon realises she's never been able to move on since falling in love with him and when Steve sees her and follows her home, Rachel has to make it clear that she’s no longer the naive twenty-something he once knew.
But is she? Does the flame reignite when they meet again after seventeen years? And is Steve still in love with Rachel, or has he moved on?
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Monday 11th March
Steve Harris asked me out. I’ve had a massive crush on him since I started working at Winterson’s Plastics and I never thought this day would come. He wants to take me for a drink on Wednesday night. The problem is he’s married.
Anyway, I’ve agreed to go. Maybe he’ll start telling me how much his wife doesn’t understand him. I guess one drink and a listening ear won’t hurt.
Wednesday 13th March
I looked in my wardrobe before leaving for work and realised the top I was going to wear for tonight’s big night out has a button missing. That’s just typical of me; always last minute. Can’t believe I didn’t sew that button back on. I decided on a black blouse and jeans instead, probably a bit casual but we’re only having a drink. Plus, he sees me dressed up at work all day. The casual look will be a nice change.
(Note to self: don’t forget to look for the button; could be under the bed.)
Thursday 14th March
Well, last night was eventful. Steve turned up fifteen minutes late, apologising profusely, saying his wife came in late from work and had lots of stuff to tell him. We found a little table in the corner of the Crown Green pub, nicely tucked away from prying eyes but luckily it was quiet anyway so we were able to chat. He looked completely gorgeous in a white shirt underneath a black V neck jumper. For a man in his mid forties, he looks so much younger. I think he noticed that I kept looking at the hairs protruding from his collar so now he probably thinks I’m a pervert. He had lots to say, especially about his wife, Olivia, to whom he’s been married for eighteen years. I felt quite guilty knowing I was having a night out with a married man but told myself it was just a drink, nothing more. I expected him to start telling me how his marriage is on the rocks, but he didn’t. He complimented her for being hard working and said how much he admired her. Felt a bit inadequate at one point and wondered why he’d bothered asking me out in the first place. He wouldn’t let me pay for any drinks and came back on one of his trips to the bar with a packet of cheese and onion crisps, but I felt too nervous to eat them; I’m not the most refined crisp eater, and didn’t fancy onion breath just in case he wanted a goodnight kiss.
I told him about all the jobs I’ve had previously and how I haven’t been out with many guys. Looking back, I imagine he thinks my life is pretty boring compared to his. I let him do most of the talking, guys like that don’t they, it makes them feel important. But with Steve, he didn’t come across as being arrogant; maybe he just wanted to see if he could still pull after all those years of marriage.
When he walked me to my car and leaned in for a kiss, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. He has to be the best kisser ever. I didn’t want it to end. Drove home feeling elated at the fact the man I’ve had a crush on for twelve months has finally made a move on me, but as I turned into the cul-de-sac I suddenly realised that I’d just kissed a married man. Did that mean I was having an affair? Damn it, something I vowed never to do.
What is the name of Steve’s wife?
Answers in the comments and good luck!