United in Love Charity Anthology

New Release and It’s For Charity

When Lucy Felthouse sent out the submission call for this charity anthology I knew I had to be involved. It has been put together to benefit the British Red Cross’s UK Solidarity Fund.

United in Love charity anthologyMany fantastic authors have contributed to this anthology.  Each of the characters in the short stories are dealing with horrific and heartbreaking situations—loss, grief, war, divorce, dementia, disputes over land and more, but what they all have in common is that, with the help of love, of unity, they come through. It may not be all happily-ever-after—since life just doesn’t work that way—but positivity and solidarity shine through in each of the tales and will warm your heart.

Charity has and always will be a massive part of my life and being able to use my love of writing for the benefit of others was something I never thought possible. So please enjoy my story, Forget Me Not, and remember every penny will go to the British Red Cross’s Solidarity Fund.

Forget Me Not

My story, Forget Me Not, features  Sadie and her nana, Martha. Sadie’s heart is broken, she’s had to watch her close friend, her grandma, deteriorate day by day due to dementia. On the last night Martha goes wandering Sadie finds her being looked after by George, the only person that has brought light to her life over the last soul destroying months. But will this be the last time Sadie has reason to see him? Are her feelings more than just gratitude? And how will she cope without this light in her life?

You’ll have to read the story to find out but first enjoy an excerpt.

 

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An Excerpt

Forget Me Not charity anthology United in LoveIt was a declaration unlike any she’d heard before. “A date?” she said. “Isn’t that what this is?” He grinned in a wicked way that made her want to pull at his T-shirt and cover him in kisses. “Except, I need to check something before I’m willing to agree to anything.”

“Are we back to my balls again? Because I’m not used to whipping them out willy-nilly.”

She clasped a hand over her mouth to force her giggle back down. “No, you sod.” She launched herself at him, then planted a kiss on his lips.

What started as a soft meeting of mouths developed into a frenzied joining, their noses bumping haphazardly. George tilted his head to the side, bringing skilful calm to their kiss. As his tongue eased her lips apart she was aware of his hands, sliding slowly from the curve of her hips, up her body, finally coming to rest at the nape of her neck, tickling the sensitive hairs.

It wasn’t the perfect kiss—if such a thing existed—but the nervous caress of two people learning each other’s preferences. His tongue did an unusual dance in her mouth. Sadie pulled away and looked at him suspiciously.

“Sorry,” he said, his face creased with anxiety. “It’s been a while.”

There would be time to ask about his past. Sadie smiled her encouragement before dipping her head, nearing his mouth, but stopping short of letting the kiss take over. With a smile she recreated the move, grinning when he furrowed his brow and growled his frustration.

George’s fingers bunched in her blonde hair, pulling her against him so his lips could close in on hers.

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