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

Elvis watched her smile at the camera and laughed out loud. That Linette was some bad dude.

Kate came home from work and made herself a coffee. In the month that Lizzy and her mother had been away, her routine had not changed at all. The empty house seemed to mock her and she put the radio on as she did every night to fill up the hollowness with sound. What she would not give to have Lizzy’s music blaring out now!

The phone rang and she picked it up. It was Amanda Dawkins.

‘Hello, love.’

‘I wondered if it was all right if me and Phil popped round tonight, Kate? We’ve got a great video and a bottle of wine.’

She smiled into the phone.

Amanda did this every so often, came around with her boyfriend as if she knew that Kate was lonely and needed a bit of company.

‘That would be lovely, Amanda, as long as you’re sure you haven’t got anything better to do?’

‘We’ll see you about half past eight.’

‘What’s the video?’

‘Beaches with Bette Midler.’

‘I bet Phil didn’t pick that one!’

‘You guessed exactly right! If he’d have chosen it, we would have watched Nightmare on Elm Street or Hallowe’en!’

‘See you later then.’

She had a sandwich and went upstairs for a bath.

Patrick Kelly glanced at the girl beside him. Leona had the biggest blue eyes he had ever seen in his life, and the biggest breasts. She faced him and smiled, displaying white teeth. ‘Would you like another glass of wine?’

‘Please.’

She had a little lisp that had sounded enchanting when he first met her. Now it was beginning to get on his nerves.

Leona was one of a series of women he had been dating since his break up with Kate. Patrick was hoping against hope that one of the bevy of lovelies would take his mind off her once and for all. He had hoped Leona would be the one to pull him out of himself.

He poured her a glass of white wine. It was cheap Liebfraumilch. There was no way he was going to give her expensive wine. She drank it down in two gulps. He watched her do it, leaving a thick red line on the rim of the glass.

‘How old are you, Leona?’

‘Twenty-one, why?’

‘I just wondered, that’s all.’

Kelly sipped his own wine and racked his brains for something to talk about.

Leona watched his troubled face. This was their third date and he hadn’t tried it on once. This was a novelty to Leona and she wasn’t sure if she was glad or not. He was a damn’ sight better looking than most of the men she dated.