Wet Weather Play

By Willow West

Living in the gentle country town of Gorgon’s Reach suited Thea until the rain began to fall and memories of a previous flood haunted her. The heroic arrival of the handsome yet arrogant firefighter, Nat, sparked feelings that Thea was trying to escape. Nat has left his soon-to-be-fiancée in the city who decides to pay a surprise visit.

Thea gives herself up to her desires; sure it will be the quick fling she needs to satisfy her lust. Feel the heat as these two unite and find a passion that neither can ignore.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Luminosity Publishing LLP
• Release date: Jan 8, 2017
• ISBN: 9781910899441

Willow West

Willow West is a contemporary author. She likes to write about strong female characters engaging in titillating activities. Willow likes the slightly unconventional and reminds us that not all heroes and heroines are perfect. Willow writes and works as a copywriter. She lives in with six children in a house that is full of love. If she could write anywhere, it would be in a breezy attic overlooking the ocean.

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WET WEATHER PLAY

Willow West

Living in the gentle country town of Gorgon’s Reach suited Thea until the rain began to fall and memories of a previous flood haunted her. The heroic arrival of the handsome yet arrogant firefighter, Nat, sparked feelings that Thea was trying to escape. Nat has left his soon-to-be-fiancée in the city who decides to pay a surprise visit.

Thea gives herself up to her desires; sure it will be the quick fling she needs to satisfy her lust. Feel the heat as these two unite and find a passion that neither can ignore.

WET WEATHER PLAY

WILLOW WEST

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LUMINOSITY PUBLISHING LLP

WET WEATHER PLAY

Copyright © November 2015 Willow West

ISBN: 978-1-910899-44-1

Cover Art by Poppy Designs

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This is a work of fiction. All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

Chapter One

It wasn’t as if the rain had been falling for very long but when it had come, it had been torrential. The roof of the small school building in Gorgon’s Reach had been battered for the last few hours and Thea’s head was pounding. The children in her class were louder than usual and she was finding it hard to make herself heard above the noise.

Will it ever stop, Miss? a wide-eyed student asked her as he pulled desperately on her sleeve. It’s hurting my ears.

I know, love, she said kindly, guiding him gently back to his seat and passing him a pair of scissors. I’ll help you cut out your pictures then we’ll have a story.

Placated by her attention, the boy resumed his task and was soon surrounded by shredded paper and images of lions arranged all over his colourful poster.

My dad saw a lion once, he bragged drawing the attention of the other children that were sat at his table. He told me he was scared.

I’m scared now, a little girl admitted.

Thea looked around the gathered group of under eight-year-olds, all looking anxiously at her trusting that she would make it all better. Thea had lived in rural Queensland long enough to know that flash flooding was quite normal at this time of year, although she had been a girl the last time the rural community had actually been totally submerged. A girl rather like the ones that faced her now; innocently trusting that Miss Drew could make the sunshine and dry up all the rain.

Let’s sing a song! Thea announced brightly. We can clear up this mess later.

A chorus of cheers went up from the class, the unexpected treat of leaving the tidying up was one they would not pass up, Thea knew that.

Soon the sound of Incy Wincy Spider was going some way to drown out the rain in the little haven of safety that was the class of 1D. Thea looked around at the students that made up her class. There were eighteen in all, ranging from Foundation to Year Two. The older class had fifteen and was situated on the other side of the school hall. Apart from a tiny kitchen, office and even smaller staffroom, that was the extent of the community school. Once in Year Seven, the students resided in the closest town from Monday to Friday. They were bussed back, the two hundred kilometres, for weekends of toiling on their parents’ farms. For a country school, they were well attended, due in the most part to a few large families that lived close by.

If the rain were to continue, Thea surmised that the school would provide the best sanctuary. Built on the top of a small hill, it looked down on the valley that was speckled with dwellings. A short walk from the small town, lower down, it was the highest point in the surrounding area. The last flood, in 1985, had resulted in many of the locals residing in the school hall for several weeks before their homes were habitable again. For Thea, it had been an exciting adventure and a way to play with her cousins and friends without the restrictions of chores. As a woman of twenty-nine, the thought of the entire community cramming into the school hall was abhorrent. Thea valued the solitude of life in her small cottage at the edge of the farm owned by her parents and now run by her older brother, Paul.

Thea had lived in the