Back The Ladykiller
Chapters (50)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Contents
  4. About the Author
  5. Praise
  6. Dedication
  7. Book One
  8. Prologue
  9. Chapter One
  10. Chapter Two
  11. Chapter Three
  12. Chapter Four
  13. 1948
  14. Chapter Five
  15. 23 December 1989
  16. Chapter Six
  17. Chapter Seven
  18. Christmas 1948
  19. Chapter Eight
  20. Chapter Nine
  21. Chapter Ten
  22. New Year’s Eve
  23. Chapter Eleven
  24. Chapter Twelve
  25. 2 January
  26. Chapter Thirteen
  27. Chapter Fourteen
  28. Chapter Fifteen
  29. Chapter Sixteen
  30. Chapter Seventeen
  31. Chapter Eighteen
  32. Chapter Nineteen
  33. 1953
  34. Chapter Twenty
  35. Chapter Twenty-One
  36. Chapter Twenty-Two
  37. Chapter Twenty-Three
  38. Chapter Twenty-Four
  39. Chapter Twenty-Five
  40. Book Two
  41. Chapter Twenty-Six
  42. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  43. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  44. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  45. Chapter Thirty
  46. Chapter Thirty-One
  47. Chapter Thirty-Two
  48. 4 March 1990
  49. An exciting preview of Martina Cole’s powerful new novel, REVENGE
  50. Prologue

Kate ran her fingers through his thick hair and traced the contours of his face with her fingertips, gradually travelling down, over his body and along his back muscles, to his rounded behind. He even felt strong. His skin felt warm and comforting on top of hers. He covered her naturally, as if he had been made specially to fit into the contours of her body. And as they kissed the shrill jangling of the phone broke their mood.

Kate pulled herself from the floor and padded out to the hall, dragging her blouse on as she went.

Patrick lay on the carpet and lit himself another cigarette. He felt at peace with himself, something he had not thought possible on this day of all days.

Kate came back into the lounge and sat beside him, her dark nipples showing through the thin silk of the blouse.

‘That was my mother. She’s decided to stay the night at Doris’s.’ She shook her head. ‘She’s about as subtle as a sledgehammer!’

Patrick smiled at her.

‘She’s a lovely person, Kate. Reminds me of me own mum. She had the same zest for life as Evelyn. It was overwork that killed her off, bless her. My one regret is she never lived long enough for me to give her a decent life. I’d have bought her a bingo hall of her very own.’

Kate laughed, knowing that he spoke the truth.

‘I would have, Kate, you can laugh.’

‘That’s why I’m laughing, because I know you’re speaking the truth. I can just see you doing it.’

They both grinned and then Kate took the cigarette from him and took a deep draw on it.

‘Do you want to stay the night?’

Patrick grabbed her thigh and squeezed it.

‘I’m not that kind of boy, miss.’ He fluttered his eyelashes and she laughed again.

He watched her and knew that if it weren’t for her, he would never have laughed again after today. Not really laughed.

She was as good as a tonic, as his mother used to say, and he did love her. He loved her very much.

Later on, in bed, they made love and she told him she loved him again.

In the dark and warmth of the night, with the musky smell of each other permeating their bodies, it did not seem wrong any more.