Romance…

Here is a little taster of what I’ve been writing for the past month. It’s still in its rough draft format, so apologies for any grammar goblins or typos rearing their ugly heads.

The story is called, There’s Something About Harry, and it follows the story of a woman who has had a pretty rough life. She’s in a relationship with a man who has the power to make her life hell or heaven and after a terrible accident, is left alone to survive the cruel world. The hero who saves her from the accident sticks around long enough to fall in love with her which opens a snake’s nest of problems for a woman who is scared of her own shadow. Whether she is strong enough to choose him is the question, with the safety of her past drawing her back to a life in a bubble where she is a prisoner but also safe from the world.  Who does she choose?

There’s Something About Harry

Seb drew her away from him, staring into her upturned face. “Harry, what are we doing here? God knows I keep asking myself that question every time I enter this hospital,” he confessed.
Her silent stare didn’t help. He needed to know how she felt. Life had become a misery, obsessing over a woman that belonged to someone else. Was all this a lie? Did she feel nothing for him, but couldn’t say anything because he constantly bombarded her with his presence? Could she possibly feel the attraction he felt towards her? He needed to know.
“You have to let me know – what are we doing here, Harriet?”
She smiled, reaching up to touch his hair, his cheek, his lips. “I don’t know, Seb, but I don’t want it to stop.”
That was enough for him. He closed the distance between them and kissed her, long and deep. The longing inside him flared to life, drowning out his voice of sanity shouting, think Seb, think! She belongs to another!
Across the hospital, three men in scruffy overalls and work boots crossed the open area to the nurses station in front of the Women’s Ward.
“We are here to visit Harriet Fielding, please.”
The nurse behind the counter smiled and pointed to the open door behind them. “She’s right through there. I think she has a visitor at the moment, but you’re welcome to pop in as there aren’t any other patients in at the moment. I’m sure she will be happy to see more friends as she’s only had one visitor these past few months.”
The men shared a look between them and the older, more weathered one asked, “D’ya mind me asking who has been so kind as to visit her? You see, we are close family friends and we only found out that she ‘n Joe had been in an accident. It was such a shock, we came ri’ over.”
The nurse felt sorry for the three. They looked so tired. “Oh, it’s the gentlemen that saved them both – Detective Inspector Sebastian Turner from the Rembrant Police Department.”
The shock on the three men’s faces made her laugh out loud. “I know, it’s crazy, right? But he has been such a hero and absolute angel to her and her husband. We are glad to know him.”
“Of course. We need to thank him, personal like for tha’,” agreed the older man. The other two nodded in unison. Their bodies were already turning towards the open door across the station. “Well, we’ll go and say hello now. Thank you, miss!” The old man turned and escorted the two younger men towards the Women’s Ward, closing in on the welcoming door.
Sebastian held Harriet close to him, whispering sweet endearments to her as he ran his hand through her hair. She sat up in her bed, head leaning against his hard chest, enjoying the feeling of his heartbeat under her fingers and the timbre tones of his voice reverberating through his chest. His back was towards the door and he didn’t notice the three men enter the ward. They advanced quietly on the couple, looking at each other with questioning glances as they came closer and closer to the couple at the end of the room.
“Ahem! We’re lookin’ for Harry Fielding. Could you help us?”
The couple jumped, Sebastian turning to see who had addressed them. Harriet’s faced dropped at the sight of the three men, their outfits very familiar. They were dressed exactly as Joe had, every day for work. These must be his workmates. The blood drained from her face as her hands dove under the covers, as far away from Seb as possible. He frowned, looking down at her to see what was wrong. Her face said it all. Without a word, he released her from his embrace and felt her move away, scooting to the middle of bed, adrift in the white coverlet and sheets.
“And you are?” he asked, stretching up to his full height and puffing out his chest.
The three sized him up and jagged smiles pulled their worn faces into grimacing smiles. “We are her husband’s closest friends. You must be the hero!”
Sebastian blanched. There was no turning back now.

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