Reaching Lily. Vivacia Ahwen K
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Название: Reaching Lily

Автор: Vivacia Ahwen K

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Эротика, Секс

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isbn: 9780008124007

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      Reaching Lily

      Vivacia K. Ahwen

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       Copyright

       Mischief

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      Hammersmith, London W6 8JB

       www.mischiefbooks.com

      Copyright © Vivacia K. Ahwen 2014

      Vivacia K. Ahwen asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

      A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library.

      This novella is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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      Ebook Edition © NOVEMBER 2014 ISBN: 9780008124007

      Version: 2014-11-24

      ‘Very whitely still

      The lilies of our lives may reassure

      Their blossoms from their roots, accessible

      Alone to heavenly dews that drop not fewer;

      Growing straight out of man’s reach, on the hill.

      God only, who made us rich, can make us poor.’

      Elizabeth Barrett Browning

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

      Copyright

       Epigraph

      Prologue: Fear of Flying

      Chapter One: Strangers On A Train

      Chapter Two: Holder Tight

       Chapter Five: The Other Side

       Chapter Six: Metamorphosis

       Chapter Seven: Raising the Bar

       Chapter Eight: Run, Baby Run

       Chapter Nine: Do Not Disturb

       Chapter Ten: Just Desserts

       Chapter Eleven: The Legend of Jerry Fitz

       Chapter Twelve: Time and Tide

       Chapter Thirteen: Save A Prayer

       Chapter Fourteen: Oh! Pretty Woman

       Chapter Fifteen: Naughty and Nice

       Chapter Sixteen: Sleeping Beauty

       Chapter Seventeen: Ripples and Waves

       Chapter Eighteen: A Close Shave

       Chapter Nineteen: Revere

       More from Mischief

       About Mischief

       About the Publisher

       Prologue

       Fear of Flying

      I always carry too much baggage. Though I managed to cram a couple of weeks’ worth of sassy tropical vacation clothes into one gigantic carry-on, stuffing it into the small compartment over my seat proves well nigh impossible.

      ‘Dammit.’ I punch the pink canvas bulging out of the cubby.

      ‘Miss? Do you need help?’ asks a silky male voice.

      Startled, I whip around to see who my concerned fellow passenger is, hoping his sonorous intonation is matched by an equally attractive face.

      Alas, not a meet-cute. Just some retiree in golf duds, who looks like a plump version of Woody Allen and clearly has had some vocal training. His eyes drop to my chest.

      ‘Thanks.’ Though I try to keep my voice pleasant, three sleepless nightstend to affect one’s delivery. Sweet, complacent Lily Dewitt is still at a bitsy flat on Agassiz Street, curled up in an even bitsier ball on her futon, crying her eyes out about the man who never loved her back.

      She can stay there.

      ‘I’m fine.’

      Woody shoves horn-rimmed spectacles up the bridge of his nose, not even bothering to look up from my tits. ‘If you’re sure …’

      Hands on hips, I ask, ‘Are you going to be sitting next to me this entire flight?’

      ‘No, though that would be delightful.’ He stops ogling long enough to meet my eyes. ‘Would you like me to join you?’

      ‘Wow, really?’

      He looks away. ‘I could switch with someone.’

       You have got to be fucking kidding me.

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