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AVERAGE DAYDREAMER – new romance

on 23/07/2016

It gives me child-like joy to be able to present my new book, a light summer romance Average Daydreamer. 

By the way, do not be fooled if you are asked to define your age before seeing and/or purchasing the book;). No violence, no SM, but the mention of certain female upper body part ​makes it eligible for adult content. Funny!
Still, it’s just an old-fashioned tale about a girl searching for perfect love! Romance and laughter!

THE BLURB

Priscilla is happy being a successful, single, business woman. Or is she? 

With her best friend’s wedding approaching, she finds herself constantly daydreaming about romance with perfect men – doctors, firemen, secret agents, sexy chefs. Aiming for perfection, she tries to ignore an ordinary guy she sees every day and makes her feel… something. 

When perfection finally comes, she finds herself torn between her dreams and the reality. Perhaps dreamy perfection is just not something that ticks all her boxes. Are couples supposed to be perfect or are average relationships the stuff of life?

The ebook and paperback of AverageDaydreamer have been published via Lulu.com on 22 July, 2016, and should be active on all major purchase sites within 2-4 weeks.

Ebook link on Lulu

Paperback link on Lulu 

Average Daydreamer is a light chicklit romance novel. WORD COUNT: 65,734 words (give or take the intro and bio;)

SNEAK PEEK from Chapter 1 – NO BORDERS

‘Bam!’

A bomb goes off near the hospital shelter and I cover my ears with blood-crusted hands. It doesn’t deafen the noise of the battle, but it comforts me for a second. I peek through a crevice on the heavy metal door. I manage to discern Dr Bronson’s silhouette through the flashes of guns, fire blazing around and clouds of wind-swept ashes masking the horrors of war. 

His muscular torso rises from a pile of smouldering planks, piles of broken furniture pieces, and dead bodies.

The other nurses and the children behind me are all crouching in the farthest corner, crying and comforting each other, already giving up on Dr Bronson. But I know he’ll make it! 

I watch as he rises from the tragic scene like a phoenix. He starts to move towards the shelter. Towards me! I know he knows I will not give up on him. He knows I’ll wait. We’ve been through so much these past few months in Medics without Borders, and we rely on each other without reserve. 

His strong arms are tired but he still manages to pick up and carry a child, a wounded boy, dodging bullets and moving towards me, unswayed. 

Ten steps more… seven steps… 

Guns blaze again, louder than before. He falls! Half-blinded by the flash, I see him falter. My heart feels as if a samurai sword slashed it in two… I hear nothing else. My breathing gets so loud and deep that it muffles the war and the nurses who are trying to hold me back.

My hands open the shelter door and I run outside, desperate and fearless with love. 

Dr Bronson’s body lies on the ground, lifeless and not moving, like an impenetrable shield over the child’s body. 

My heart skips a beat, but then I hear a faint breath.

Dr Bronson lifts his head and our eyes lock. Oh relief!

When our arms intertwine, our breathing is in sync. He rises, resting on my shoulder for support. His leg is badly injured, but he still won’t leave the boy. Together, we carry the child back to safety, through the wind-swept ashes and the mind-numbing noise…

***

Three months later, in our beach lodge on a secluded tropical isle, I place the breakfast tray on the white bedstand. He is still sleeping, arms stretched across both pillows, face rested and his full lips forming a sexy smile. 

My Dr Bronson!

Ocean waves gently caress the sandy shore as I remove the immaculate, semi-trasparent curtains from the wall-to-wall windows.

I hear his breathing change. His husky voice calls to me.

‘Good morning, Mrs Bronson!’

I turn around, proud and in love, my bare feet savouring the deep, fluffy white carpet. 

Oh what a heavenly man! And all mine. 

He stretches like a powerful tiger across the white sheets and his naked body makes me tremble. The mischief in his eyes is irresistible! My lips quiver and my knees feel like jelly. My thumb strokes the wedding ring from the inside of my palm.

I smile, conveying to him everything he already knows and feels himself, and more. My throat goes dry as I feel myself pulled to his muscular torso like a magnet. 

He taps the bed gently. My tongue draws a wet layer over my lips. 

I can’t wait. I step forward and…
‘Thump,’ I fell from the tram seat, my face gluing itself flat on the floor, next to a set of smelly, overworn sneakers, my hands too busy clutching on to my purse instead of protecting the face.

 Reality check! A major one! 

I spit the filth and drool from my mouth, and struggled to unglue my forehead from the floor. 

TO BE CONTINUED (read the book)

And there it is! I hope you like it. If, by chance, you do read the book and like it, I’d be grateful for a review!

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