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Table of Contents

Table of Contents

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

DEDICATION

Prologue

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

Epilogue

About A.L. Brooks

Other Books from Ylva Publishing

Nights of Silk and Sapphire

Heart’s Surrender

Don’t Be Shy (Vol 1 & 2)

Hot Line

Coming from Ylva Publishing

Just My Luck

Grounded

The Club

by A.L. Brooks

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

Firstly, I want to thank those wonderful women at Ylva for seeing something in my writing they wanted to publish—you made a girl’s dreams come true!

I particularly want to thank Astrid Ohletz for offering me this chance, Gill McKnight for her amazing project management, Gill and Jove Belle for editing the book to within an inch of its life, and Andrea Bramhall for her fantastic support and encouragement from start to finish.

Next, my beta readers—you know who you are—who gave me valuable feedback and also immense encouragement on this, my first novel.

Thirdly, all my wonderful friends and colleagues for being so excited about this on my behalf and never letting me forget that this is a pretty amazing thing to be doing. Though, let’s be honest, it’s not likely I’d forget in a hurry anyway.

And lastly—you, whoever you are, holding this in your hands right now. Thanks for reading, I sincerely hope you enjoy…

DEDICATION

DEDICATION

For Y&T—you know why

Prologue

Prologue

Brixton, 1993

Mandy grinned as Laura pushed open the cubicle door and pulled her inside. The main door to the toilets swung shut behind them, muffling the thump of the music coming from upstairs in the main room. The rave was in full swing, the dance floor jumping with the movements of hundreds of people all sweating out a good time.

Laura slammed the cubicle door shut behind them, and Mandy pressed up close against her in the confined space. She reached for Laura as she pushed the bolt across. Laura turned, and instantly her tongue was in Mandy’s mouth, hands pushing inside her tee shirt. She cupped the bare breasts, squeezed, and then groaned as Mandy’s nipples hardened under her palms. Mandy pushed up into her, breathing raggedly through her mouth. The air around them stank; the toilets here were not ideal, but sometimes there was no other option. When the need took her, as it had fifteen minutes ago when she and Laura had met in the middle of the dance floor, she made do with what was available.