When did you decide to become an author?
Being a writer has greatly improved my life. Its boosted my creativity, networking, writing ability. I never wanted to be a writer when I was a child and I kind of fell into it. I found out I loved it by chance and I haven’t stopped since!
I get asked this question all the time from friends and family. I stem ideas from everything – movies, TV, songs, books, even billboards. My life doesn’t really influence my books, but what surrounds it does. But every author puts a little bit of themselves in their books so I guess my life does influence in some way.
Darkness before Dawn, Skylark, Earthwalker, To lean on falling men, Edge of Tomorrow and Her Sweetest Downfall. I’ll be soon releasing another title called Rogue Agent.
Don’t give up. Critics only make you stronger
Beatrice slowed her pace and dashed behind a street vendor selling trinkets. Her heart thumped against her rib cage, and she gripped the timber frame until her knuckles ached.
Adrenalin pumped through her veins. She hadn’t felt this alive in months. The breakup with Vernon stung badly, but she still loved him, wanting to prove herself. By any means necessary, she thought.
Viola exited a building up the road, followed by a striking, blond man. She smiled broadly and excitedly, her purse hovering over her growing belly. In her other hand, she held a piece of paper, which she slipped into her dress pocket.
Beatrice watched the man bring her in close for a passionate, public kiss. He took the nook of her elbow, and they walked away, side by side.
Once they turned a corner, Beatrice rushed up to the building they’d come out of. It was a doctor’s clinic for expectant mothers. Embers of rage swirled in her gut. Why hadn’t Vernon attended the appointment? If it was his child, he would certainly drop everything to go. He had to know about this.
She blew out a frustrated breath and boarded the first tram she found. Half an hour later, she stood outside the Ambulance Corp building. The midday sun hid behind the angled roof, throwing shadows across the signage. Two ambulance vehicles were parked parallel in the driveway.
Men exited the building in twos and threes, dressed in black tunics. Some stopped to throw wolf whistles at her; others just stared. Beatrice ignored them and searched for Vernon. He should be on break now.
“Beatrice, what are you doing here?” He appeared behind an ambulance and walked up to her, holding his lunch in a paper bag.
She reached for him and then froze, realizing those days were long gone. She cleared her throat. “Um… I know our last meeting wasn’t pleasant, and I said some things I regret, but I need to tell you something.”
“Right now? I only have thirty minutes for lunch. Make it quick.”
“I’ve been following Viola for you.”
Vernon frowned. “Why? I asked you to stop ages ago.”
“Something doesn’t sit right with me about Viola. She’s hiding something from you.”
Vernon shifted his weight onto his right foot, looking frightfully unimpressed. Beatrice knew she better spit it out, or she’d lose him forever.
“The baby isn’t yours. I saw Viola came out of a doctor’s clinic with another man today.”
Vernon stared at her emotionlessly. “I know,” he said at last.
“What do you mean you know? What is it you don’t understand? Viola was there with another man!”
“She told me she was taking her mother. Maybe she got one of her friends to go with her instead.”
Frustration bubbled in Beatrice’s gut, and she found herself shouting at him. “Vernon, why are you so daft! Your wife is cheating on you. Why can’t you open your eyes and see it.”
Vernon’s eyes darted around him. “Calm down,” he hissed. “You’re making a scene.”
“No, I won’t calm down until you take notice and leave her!”
“Why would I do that? She’s carrying my child.”
“Don’t you see? The baby might not be yours.”
Vernon approached her slowly, enclosing the space between them. “I’ve wanted nothing in this life but to be a father. At thirty-seven years old, I’m finally getting that chance. I’m not screwing anything up.”
Beatrice blinked back tears and chastised herself for being so foolish. “I loved you from day one. Why can’t you see I’m only trying to help you?”
“I appreciate your concern but my life is with Viola now… as it should be. She wouldn’t lie to me about this baby.”
“You have more trust in her than I thought. What would happen if she lied to you?”
Vernon’s brow dropped over his eyes. “I’d kick her to the curb, including the baby.”
Beatrice walked back to the tram stop with a bounce in her step. She knew deep down Vernon was doubtful about this pregnancy; otherwise he wouldn’t have been so quick in his judgment. It was good news to her.
But how long was she willing to wait for him? Viola was due to give birth in seven months. Did Vernon have the patience to hang around? She didn’t think so, having been in a long-term affair with him.
She blew out a frustrated breath and joined the small crowd waiting by the stop. As much as she hated it, she would have to wait patiently for him to make his decision, whether it was good or bad. Only time would tell.