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Mid Week Tease: I’m not giving up. #reverseharem #whychoose #ku #kindleunlimited

mid-week-tease-buttonHi everyone,

Welcome back to Mid Week Tease! Here’s another snippet from my story, Chasing the Chambermaid, from Duty Bound – a reverse harem collection featuring stories from myself, Felicity Brandon, Katie Douglas and Lily Harlem. You can buy it or read it as part of your Kindle Unlimited subscription.

Duty BoundChapter Two

Surprisingly, everything did look—and feel—better in the morning. Though that was most likely the result of spending the best part of two days tucked up in a warm, comfortable bed—despite not being aware of it for much of the time.

Connie’s temporary bedroom was filled with light, and on this occasion, it had nothing to do with electricity or light bulbs. The sun forced its way through and around the fabric of the curtains, apparently trying to make everyone aware it had won the battle with the clouds and rain—for now, at least.

She let out a yawn and stretched, while psyching herself up to clamber from the warm, soft embrace of the bed. Just because things seemed better now didn’t mean she relished the day ahead. She had no idea where she was going to go, or what she was going to do, for starters. That had been a perfectly acceptable state of affairs when she’d first taken off, since all she wanted to do was put as much distance as was physically possible between her and him. Now, though, she couldn’t stop her brain from chiming in with questions:
Where will you go? Where will you sleep? Where will you wash yourself, your clothes? What will you eat? What will you do when your money runs out?

Unable to answer any of the questions, Connie growled at her own annoying—not to mention extremely concerning—thoughts, then reluctantly threw off the thick duvet and got up. Padding over to the en suite, she resolved to take things one step at a time to avoid becoming overwhelmed and sending herself into a panic. She wouldn’t get anything done if she became paralysed by fear. Her mental state was fragile enough as it was.

First, use the bathroom. Then get cleaned up. Get dressed. Pack your bag. Leave this room in a tidy state. Go downstairs and find the kitchen to get some food. Then go and see Frances.

She stopped there, since there was nothing else beyond that. But that was seven things to do. Maybe if she did them all at a fairly languid pace, by the time she’d checked a few off, her brain would have supplied something to tack onto the end. Some kind of action plan. Or even just an action would do. Anything that wasn’t nothing. Nothing was hopeless. Pointless. If she fell down that particular rabbit hole, she may as well turn around and head back to where she’d come from.

No. No way. I am a strong, intelligent, resourceful woman. I’ve got this far, which is an achievement in itself. He is nowhere to be seen. I’m the one in control now. I can do this, make a new life for myself. People survive much worse situations than this—even thrive. And so will I. I’m not giving up.

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