The Need In Me

By Sophie Duncan

Struggling artist, Rob, has come to London to make his name. However, moving into a flat in an old house, he finds himself with some unwanted attention. Someone else is sharing the flat with him, someone he can't see, but whose terrifyingly erotic presence makes itself known. After a series of very direct messages, Rob must head back to his home county, Cornwall, to discover who lies behind the heady encounters.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wittegen Press
• Release date: Sep 12, 2011
• ISBN: 9781908333247

Sophie Duncan

Half my time I am a project manager developing IT solutions. The other half, you'll find me scribbling away at many a story that just won't leave me alone. I've been writing since I was a wee thing, and publishing since I discovered the internet in 1994 or so.So what do I write? Contemporary and urban fantasy have mainly been my playground, but I have done some real world settings as well. I do like mystery and have been reading (and watching) Agatha Christie since I was a child. I've also been known to do a bit of poetry.Style: I have been told I do angst well, so if you want your heartstrings twanged, or your tummy to tie in knots until the end, then I'm your gal. I am, however, a happy ending junkie, although I do throw a hint of realism in there sometimes as well. I like a few twists and turns on the way in some of my plots, although I have written my share of PWPs as well. I have to admit a small obsession with eyes: I believe they are the seat of beauty in a person, so I play with them in creature fic and use them for expression in others - personal hang up, sorry. Also, I have never met a cliché I didn't like and I am a firm believer that cliché is fine if you do it right.Writing is a passion and there's nothing better than writing for an audience. Any writer who says they don't care about feedback must have had an ego amputation :) If you life my scribbles, I'd be very glad to hear from you.

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The Need In Me

by

Sophie Duncan

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Dedication

Thanks to Tasha.

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Contents

The Need In Me

Afterword

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The Need In Me

Rob dropped the last box in the middle of his brand new living room and, with a satisfied grin on his face, looked around him. It wasn't huge, but then struggling, undiscovered artists on fixed incomes couldn't expect the Ritz. However, the place was big enough so the ratty old three and sometimes four-seater sofa he'd brought with him from his college days fitted comfortably against one wall and the kitchenette that looked over the room from behind its breakfast bar was clean and he'd checked it functioned before signing the lease.

He looked up at the light streaming through the two velux windows in the gabled roof and his grin deepened: the place was perfect. He could paint in full natural light and he wasn't so tall that the sloping ceiling made a problem for him in the bathroom and bedroom.

If he was honest with himself, Rob had fallen in love the place as soon as he'd seen the living room, and the other rooms were just living space.

Oh Darling, it's lovely, the one person he could guarantee would agree with him gushed from the flat's front door and he turned and smiled.

His grandmother, petite, but always elegant in her habitual long, swishy dress and carefully applied bohemian headscarf, was beaming back at him and she swept into the room as he remembered her doing all his life.

You really do take after me, she observed, giving him a hug, even though it had only been a minute since he'd last seen her.

She had been guarding the van for him downstairs while he carried its contents up to the flat.

Hardly surprising, Rob laughed.