Rosita perched on the far edge of the lounger, sideways on, next to my feet.’About the Author:A bio of the author is available via the link www. It was a deliberate choice on Sandra’s part, breaking away from the mould of Swiss and Austrians in their late teens; she swore the last little girl had a silent crush on me.Excerpt from the Book:‘There was just over half the bottle of Sancerre left and I was dozing in a lounger by the pool, when the patio doors clicked shut behind me. My grandson has given me a reason to exist and I need to discover the truth.bookbub.Sixteen years have passed and an opportunity comes out of the blue to make amends, to rekindle the bonds of family I once too easily discarded. If the intention of the nylon beach cover-up was to preserve her modesty, it failed miserably.
But I do now. ‘You sound like my father.My hearing might be shot, my memory failed and I know I should have taken the advice and walked away. ‘But you don’t look like him, señor Hart. All it takes is a heady mix of bravado, false conviction, cowardice and a total lack of conscience.Don’t kid yourself.I thought that words could heal.’ Her eyes made a pass across my body and hesitated, briefly, at my crotch.I should know.Up until today, Rosita had been an adjunct to my wife, just someone who Basin Mould Manufacturers did for us – one of my mother’s many little sayings, God rest her soul. But some people have different ideas and will go to any lengths to make sure I do not. Somehow, I couldn’t. I had never really looked at her as anything other than the au pair. Sure, in the ten months or so she had been working for us, I had registered she was attractive, with those dark Latin features and a cascade of black hair customarily tied up in a bun, but no more than that. I did it.
The woman who now sat at my feet was clad in a skimpy bikini. ‘You could end up in real trouble, wearing next to nothing.EASTBOURNE, England – A story of Adultery, Deceit, Treachery and Deadly Revenge ‘Pretend you’re deaf and seek to listen with your eyes For the silent scream of vengeance your fractured heart denies’. All they achieve is to distort the pain of rejection that feeds the prospect of revenge.My name? It’s Gilbert Hart, but call me Gil.‘I’m serious,’
But I was naïve.’ She ran a hand through her hair.Normally, when dressed in her workaday, loose-fitting housemaid’s smock and covered with what my mother would have called a pinafore, her figure was well camouflaged.geoff-cook.com.‘Did you go out dressed like that?’She laughed. Some people know me as Hartless.ISBN 9789899730045About the Book:’Believe me, there is nothing bold or courageous in taking the decision to sacrifice everyone and everything you have lived and worked for in exchange for the uncertainty of a new life thousands of miles away, with a woman you hardly know. Or so I hoped. Nor could I foresee the treacherous path that lay ahead as I stumbled into the bitter secrets of all our pasts and the trail of lies, deception and murder that would lay bare secrets for so long hidden. A dark, contemporary family drama of a man seeking reconciliation with the family he abandoned sixteen years earlier.
They can’t.’‘Really? What sort of trouble?’(Get the novel to find out what happens next!)Tags: Deaf WishGeoff CookDark Contemporary Family DramaKeywords: Adult Fiction; Suspense; Drama; Adultery; Betrayal; Revenge; Murder; Adult Sexual Content; Incest; Spain & Portugal; Deafness; Lip reading; Memory Loss‘Deaf Wish’ is available in paperback and on Kindle from all Amazon platforms and on the high street in paperback from Waterstones and all good bookshopsPress/Media Contact Details:Rotercracker CopyrightsTel: 07479971869Email: rotercrackercopyrights ( @ ) gmail dot comContact: Geoff Cook.She was older than the girls who had come before her, twenty-six when she arrived, and Spanish. The floral top barely contained her full breasts; a thin strap secured the lower square of material then, I guess, disappeared into the voluptuous curves of her backside