Charlene has always despised people who cheat or are cheaters. She never once suspected that she would one day stand on the firing line and be called one of the awful names she'd called cheaters.
When her best friend Erin turns up to a night out with a handsome hunk on her arm, sparks fly. Charlene can't help it, she is immediately drawn to Connor. Connor is also drawn to her and with his confidence begins to pursue her. Although Charlene doesn't believe that love at first sight exists, she's beginning to think she doesn’t know what love feels like.
She tries her best to resist Connor but eventually gives into his charms, not once but three times. It is on the third time she realises she can’t stand to be without him and yet she can't risk her friendship.
Finally Connor leaves Erin for her and it is then that Charlene has to face the music of ruining not only her friendship but her chance at love. It is only after deep soul searching does Erin discover that the problem lied with her and it takes a big move on her part to forgive Charlene.
Even though Charlene regrets the way she had handled her relationship with Connor, she doesn’t regret loving him. In the end Charlene believes that love at first sight does exist and that it comes in unexpected ways.
Excerpt
I lay on the bed and gazed up at the ceiling and thought about the goodbye he’d given me. It was raining outside and Connor offered to walk me to the door with Erin ’s umbrella. I had protested that it wasn’t necessary but he had quickly jumped out of the car and was standing waiting for me to come under the cover. It was dark and we’d walked to the door, Erin a bit away. He looked at me and smiled then said, ‘I know you can feel it like I do.’
‘I’m not sure what you’re talking about.’ I breathed heavily, his presence so strong.
‘Yes you do and if you …’
It was then that I pushed opened the front door. I didn’t want to hear the rest of that sentence even though I knew where it was heading.
All thoughts of Connor took possession of every brain cell. No matter how I tried to lie to myself about him I couldn’t shake the brief moment that we shared. The smell of his cologne had been burned into my memory that I could almost smell him. My pussy swelled up each time I remembered the deep tone of his voice. I wanted him, I’d never wanted anyone the way I wanted him. I wanted him to touch me in places that hadn’t been discovered yet, but I couldn’t do it to our friendship.
‘Stop it right now! Just stop it.!’ I felt madder at myself than I did him. He was lovely but I’d never once given him any indication that I was into him and yet he did this to me. It should be him I’m mad at.
I began to drift to a sleep that felt so pleasant and relaxing. The sudden noise that came from downstairs jolted me out of dreamland. Was I dreaming or had I really heard that noise downstairs? I lay still for a moment and then heard it again. My mobile clock showed it was one in the morning which meant I’d only drifted off for about thirty minutes.
The more I tuned into the real world the more the noise became apparent. Someone was knocking on the door. My heart stopped for a second and my tummy was in knots. Only one thing came to my mind and I dreaded it. It wasn’t a burglar, in the six years I’d lived in my home I’d yet to be burgled. Of all the days, why would a burglar choose today?
I flicked back the curtains; the rain was still throwing it down. As I’d suspected his black golf stood parked outside my gate. What now? The question sent a rush of blood to my brain. I knew what but didn’t want to admit it. I hadn’t before and I didn’t want to now. I knew what my body wanted but my mind told me it wasn’t a good idea. I stood quietly behind the curtains hoping he’d give up and go away but the knocks only became more persistent. I had to deal with it, I had to be strong and deal with it.
I drifted downstairs in my nightie and instead of going directly to the door I headed for the living room, switched on the outside light and stood by the window.
‘What are you doing here?’ I asked knowing the answer.
‘Are you going to let me in or leave me out here to catch a cold?’ He came up close to the window. His black hair wet, sleeked back against his scalp except for a few flicks at the front. The rain drops drizzled down his face and his sharp nose. His eyes gazed back at me, longing like a puppy begging to be let in. My heart raced, everything inside me felt hot like a volcano threatening to erupt. His wet shirt clung to his muscles; the sight of him was pure torture.
‘So?’ he asked again.
‘You didn’t answer my question.’
‘I’m here to see you.’
‘What about Erin ?’
‘What about her?’
‘She’s my friend and we both know why you’re here.’
‘Can we talk about this with me inside? Please let me in.’
‘No!’
‘Why not?’
‘Because!’ I knew that the minute I let him in, I would loose all the control I had. ‘Please leave me be.’ I said unconvincingly.
But he just stood stubbornly against the window. What had he told Erin ? It all made no sense. I wasn’t going to do to my best friend what had been done to me. Over and over I talked myself out of it; I knew it would be a disaster.
‘I’m going to turn off the light and then I’m going to bed.’
‘I’ll be here all night if that what it takes. It’s not often I fall in love with someone at first sight. When I saw you I just knew. Tell me you knew it too?’
I stood listening to him unable to answer or wrap my mind around everything that was happening. Was I really awake or was this a dream?
There was a crash of thunder, his lips moved but it all sounded like a muddle. I stood watching him, every part of my body screaming out like a caged animal. It was then that I put one foot in front of the other towards the door. Like an out of body experience, I’d left my reasoning self behind. The sound of my heart between my ears, every nerve ending was on fire. Each movement was mine but a force greater than me had taken over.
I fiddled with the keys, my hands shaking, the moment not fast enough. This was wrong, stop, just stop it! And for a moment I stopped and put my head to the door, what the hell was I doing?
‘Charlene?’ his voice was so soft, so gentle. Quickly I flung the door opened and before the words could leave my mouth soft wet lips pressed up against mine...Check it out at
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