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Blog Tour - Book Excerpt : Just by Jenny Morton Potts



                                                                 THE BLURB

On golden Mediterranean sands, maverick doctor Scott Langbrook falls wrecklessly in love with his team leader, Fiyori Maziq. If only that was the extent of his falling, but Scott descends into the hellish clutches of someone much more sinister.

‘Just’ is a story of love and loss, of terror and triumph. Set in idyllic Cambridge and on the shores of the Med and Cornwall, our characters fight for their very lives on land and at sea.

An unforgettable novel which goes to the heart of our catastrophic times, and seeks salvation


LUCIENNE LANGBROOK GETS A LETTER INFORMING HER OF THE DEATH OF HER EX HUSBAND,EDWARD.THE LETTER IS FROM THE CURRENT WIFE,SUSAN.LUCIENNE GETS DRUNK WITH HER BEST FRIEND,FINLAY DUFF AND HE STAYS OVER.

At about 3.00am,Lucienne went into her son's room.Finlay was quiet,but there was no audible sounds of sleep.

"What is it,Luci? Are you alright?"

"The door was open,Well,partially. I thought I might go down and make a bacon sandwich. Fancy one?"

Finlay sat up,bare chested,she could see. "Don't make bacon. Get in." He held back the duvet behind him.

"Are you naked?"

"Well,partially. Hurry. The offers only good for three more seconds."

Luci got in and she could feel the heat of him."Can't remember when I last shared a single bed."

"Oh I see,we're talking,"

"Sorry,where you asleep? This is untypical of me. At least you would admit that,wouldn't you. I won't be doing this on a regular basis. Or ever again. I'm sorry,I'll go."

"No,it's alright. I'm awake now. Will I put the light on?"

"Don't you dare."

"You're freezing,Luci. Hold onto me."

It had been a long time since Luci had felt the heat of a man against her skin.When Ed left her,she'd had a non - stop sex phase,six months or so down the line.Her selections were mostly itinerant extras from Grantchester filming.They stayed at a local B&B`s generally but she offered the chosen ones free bed and breakfast and sex. Lucienne wedged this Carmel post - Edward chapter somewhere between anger and depression. As a means of loss management,it was futile and exhausting. And probably not recommended by a group counsellor,should one choose counselling (she hadn't) when a spouse buggers off with a more desirable (and older!) partner.

Luci spooned her body around Finlay`s. This is probably what Scott would feel like,except with a smaller tummy. Strapping man of twenty four now,rather than a slip of a boy. She used to love to hold Scottie like this when he was a child afraid. It didn't happen very often but when it did,it was a guilty treat,because she enjoyed being the occasional hard shell for her little nut kid.

"Lucienne,I can feel your eyelashes fluttering against my shoulder," he said.

"My apologies,Edward used to.... He complained about that."

"No,no,it's nice.We're a rum.pair,are we not."

"Rum as fuck."

"Why aren't you hung over."

"Still posses.Finlay listen,when I close my eyes my life is flashing before them,like a film."

"Any good?"

"I'm afraid it's two stars,at best. I love it that whatever I say,you just accept it. You don't think I'm mad."

"Darling,I'll get you the bacon. But you mustn`t go completely mad. Not irrevocably. D`you hear? Your the closest thing to a sister. Better than a sister."

"Thank God for you,Finlay. I'm not hungry. Let's sleep. I mean it."

Luci listened intently to his body. There was an internal squirt in the kidney area and soon,air was seeping in at his lips,indeed suggesting sleep. She inhaled at his nape. Of course,the word dapper could have been made for Finlay and he always smelled good. Ed had smelled like a butcher,during sex particularly. She never told him that,though if she had,he would have doubtless taken it as a compliment. The moment her husband's shirt came off,it started; that meatiness,and her urgency to be cleaved. Even thinking of it now,there was a twinge of longing,and Edward hadn't been deceased forty eight hours; plus,they hadn't made love in years and years. Susan wouldn't have even reached his body yet,in Botswana. Would the living shell be totally gone by the time she got there? Would the Pac man munch of death have devoured Edward Langbrook entirely? Luci had never known the scent of death,had never been near it. Even her gerbils as a child had stiffened and handled easily and odourlessly into their neat shoe box coffins.

Susan's letter had come hand delivered to the surgery. She had always adhered to Luci`s rule about not coming to the house. Even when Scott was dropped off as a child,it was always way down the street,so that there would be no contact. Luci had never set eyes on Susan and as Edward had stuck to his deal - no old photos,no unscheduled phone calls from her - the wives,former and current (now also former) had never laid eyes on one another. Luci asked these things of her departing husband so that her imagination would have as little physical scope as possible. She neither needed nor wanted any money from the divorce and Ed was invited to take anything he wished from his former home,those he chose not to,not even his curling shoes,which made excellent doorsteps. Luci bought her husband out of the Grantchester house,swearing she would sell,month after month,like a mantra. But month after month become several years,and there she was,comfortably settled in abject misery.

When Lucienne next put her head above the parapet of the duvet,she found that it was her own king size one,that she was in her own bed,dressed in a nightie,that is was almost 10am and when she padded along the landing,that Finlay had gone,that he had not left a note! Additionally,she observed that her head felt like it had as a child in a swimming cap,that her underwear was next to her on the bedroom floor. She reached down,scrunched her knickers into a ball and threw them at a cobweb in the corner.

                                                                 AUTHOR BIO


 Jenny Morton Potts was born in a smart, dull suburb of Glasgow where the only regular excitement was burglary. Attended a smart, dull school where the only regular excitement was the strap. Worked in smart, dull sales and marketing jobs until realising she was living someone else’s life.

Escaped to Gascony to make gîtes. Knee deep in cement and pregnant, Jenny was happy. Then autism and a distracted spine surgeon who wanted to talk about The Da Vinci Code, wiped out the order. Returned to wonderful England – and unlikely ever to leave again – Jenny, with assistance from loyal hound, walked and swam her way back to manageable health.

Jenny would like to see the Northern Lights but worries that’s the best bit and should be saved till last. Very happily, and gratefully, partnered for 28 years, she ought to mention, and living with inspirational child in Derbyshire. 

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PUBLICATION DATE : 14 June 2018

PUBLISHER : Amazon Media

GENRE : Thriller

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https://www.amazon.co.uk/Just-stopping-thriller-emotion-twists-ebook/dp/B07DRGMWBL/ref=sr_1_12?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1529347517&sr=1-12&keywords=Just



                       
                                       


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