Today is gives me great pleasure to share the news of Lindsay Harper’s new release! As a fellow Yorkshire lass as well as a fellow 5 Prince Publishing author I’m excited to share the news!! It’s on my TBR list!
Release Date: February 13, 2014
Digital ISBN 13: 1-939217-99-8 ISBN 10: 1-1939217-99-7
Print ISBN-10:1-63112-002-6 ISBN-13:978-1-63112-002-2
How to have an Affair
Have you ever been attracted to
someone you shouldn’t?
Were you prepared to risk
Robyn Fisher is a frustrated, busy, working mum and wife who
feels that life is passing her by – that is until she meets charismatic
psychologist, Jay Trethedick, at a weekend seminar.
Despite the instant attraction, Robyn resists Jay’s advances only to surrender to
temptation a week later and they begin an intense and passionate love affair.
But when the lovers start taking increasingly dangerous risks, Robyn’s husband
discovers the truth and walks out, destroying Robyn’s world.
But the grass isn’t always greener. After an attempt to start a new life with Jay, Robyn realises she has to take the biggest risk of all; choosing who to love and who to let go. As sexual desire battles with real life and family, can she make the right choice?
Just how far is she willing to go?
About Lindsay Harper:
Lindsay lives in
Yorkshire, England with wonderful husband, Paul. She has two grown up children,
three young grandchildren, and four springer spaniels! She gave up working full time in 2010 to
write and has self-published three metaphysical romances to sell at Mind, Body
and Spirit fairs. After having fantastic reviews she decided to embark on her
passion – contemporary women’s fiction and now wants to reach a wider audience – hence 5 Prince. When she’s not writing, she’s a homeopath, a dog walker and a DIY enthusiast. For fun she loves Ashtanga yoga, Ascension meditation and the sea – and one day would love to live by it.
How to contact the author:
Excerpt of How to Have an Affair:
‘Where on earth is your bloody father?’ Robyn muttered as she stood with her hands on her hips looking out of the lounge window.
Molly tutted. ‘Daddy says you shouldn’t say bloody.’
‘I’m sorry, sweetheart, but Mummy has a train to catch and Daddy’s late again.’
‘We could go to Grandma’s,’ suggested Molly.
‘That’s a really good idea, sweet-pea, but I haven’t time to take you. I’ll just try Daddy again.’
Robyn delved in her handbag for her mobile. Bloody typical, I arrange
one weekend away and the sodding man can’t even make an effort to come home on time.
‘He’s here,’ Molly shouted as
she saw her Daddy quickly get out of his car and run up the drive.
‘About bloody time. Oops! Sorry Molly.’
Dave burst into the lounge, ‘Sorry I’m late. I had some letters to sign that needed to be off today.’
‘Oh, that’s alright then. Far more important than my plans,’ Robyn answered, glaring at her husband. ‘And that took you two hours? You were supposed to be home at one.’
‘Look, I’ve said I’m sorry. I’m here now.’ Dave rolled his eyes.
‘But I’m sick of it. Last week you left me sitting here all dressed up and you didn’t even bother to ring.’
‘Why are you bringing that up again? I told you I had an important meeting that ran over.’
‘It’s always something with you.’
‘Hadn’t you better get off? You’ve got a train to catch.’
‘Oh really! You noticed.’ God that man! One day he’ll put me and the children before his bloody work. ‘Dinner’s in the oven, all you
need to do is turn it on,’ she reminded him as she picked up her bags from the hallway. ‘If you can remember how,’ she added under her breath. ‘And don’t
forget it’s bath-time tonight, and Jake needs his medicine.’
‘I thought you said you’d leave me a list.’
‘I have, but you’ll probably be too busy to read it … Jake, come and give Mummy a kiss,’ she said to her two and a half year old son, who was sitting on the sofa watching Fireman Sam.
‘Where are you going, Mummy?’ asked Jake as he ran to give her a hug.
‘I’ve already told you, pumpkin, I’m going on a course.’
‘Can I come?’
‘No sweetie, we’ve talked about this, remember? Daddy and Grandma are looking after you until Mummy comes back.’
Jake’s bottom lip started to quiver and tears welled up in his eyes.
‘Don’t cry, darling. I’ll see you soon.’ She hugged him close. ‘I’m sure Daddy’s going to do some fun things tomorrow.’ She looked at Dave. ‘Come and take care of your son. I’ve got to go.’
Robyn bent down and kissed Molly. ‘Take care of Jakey for me.’ Molly, at six, loved the responsibility of looking after her younger brother.
‘I will, Mummy, I promise.’
‘Don’t I get a kiss?’ Dave asked.
‘No. I’m still mad. I’ll ring you later.’
She hadn’t meant to leave it on a sour note, but he was so frustrating!