Dottily in Love

By Limey Lady

Dotty has lived the first two years of her student life to the full. She can drink and curse like a trooper and has had more "boyfriends" than anyone could shake a stick at. She had also been through a lengthy "relationship" and sworn never again. The very idea of someone recapturing her heart seems absurd.

But then someone does . . .

• Language: English
• Publisher: Limey Lady
• Release date: Jan 27, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463002452

Limey Lady

Here's a confession for you: I'm not sure if "Limey Lady" is a pseudonym or my alter ego. Back in 2016, when she came into being, she was definitely a nom de plume. Now, however, I am not so sure.As background, I have always written stories but, up to 2009, writing took a backseat, way behind the demands of my family and career. Then a life-changing medical condition . . . well, it changed everything for and about me. Suddenly I had/have time to spare. Suddenly I was/am churning out tale after tale.I was born in York but brought up in West Yorkshire, in part of the Aire Valley often described as "Bronte Country". I must say, though, that although most of my stories are set locally, they have little in common with the fine works of Charlotte, Emily and Anne. So far my output can be divided into two: long stories featuring ne'er-do-wells, guns and some violence . . . and shorter stories featuring "liberated" women who rarely do what they're supposed to do.Limey Lady was created to be the author of the short stuff. But the longer novels all include feisty, uncooperative females - much like her characters - so I'm going to put her name to both as I publish on Smashwords.Watch this space . . .

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Dottily in Love

By LimeyLady

Copyright Mark C Woolridge (writing as LimeyLady), 2019

Distributed by Smashwords

All characters and events in this publication,

other than those clearly in the public domain,

are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons,

living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Table of Contents

Chapter One - Meet Dotty

Chapter Two - Michelle

Chapter Three - Finding new digs

Chapter Four - Getting ready for the weekend

Chapter Five - Getting together

Chapter Six - Getting to know each other

Chapter Seven - Making the leap

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Chapter One

Image this! Me, writing a love story . . . no, a goddamned romance!!

How crazy is that?

As the youngest of three siblings I’ve always been the least likely to get involved in a love affair. If in need of a likely suspect you’d never need look further than my big sis. Erika has romance tattooed on her heart. Six years older, she used to mother me as if I was her personal, lifelike doll. At least ten times a day I’d be changed, bathed, wrapped up in swaddling clothes . . .

Okay, Exaggeration maybe my middle name, but emotionally and practically me and Erika have always been chalk and cheese. I loved her and I loathed her. As soon as I was old enough to protest about her endless attentions I begged her to leave me alone.

For maybe a year she ignored my protestations.

Then, very grumpily, she finally obliged.

Erika spent her formative years reading the Famous Five, absorbing them all word for word before moving on to the Secret Seven. Then, as she aged like a fine old wine, she soaked in every word ever written by the Bronte sisters and Jane Austen.

Trust me, never mind a truth universally acknowledged, that particular young lady could quote a girl anything from Agnes Grey to Pride and Prejudice, and woe betide anyone who put even a comma out of place.

Cue tons and tons of awesome admiration from me. As far as Erika is concerned Ms Austen is the best, end of. If Ms Austen says Mr Perfect is Captain Wentworth then all other competitors can simply fuck off.

Not that Erika would ever succumb to uncouth language in any way.

Not even when she’s right and all doubters are at the wrong end of a donkey’s ass.

Please excuse me if I seem less than convinced! So far as doubters are concerned I’m up there with big sis. Ms Austen rules okay. Nobody else come close, not even Emily B.

Well, Emily does come close, but not quite close enough.

Here’s a little more detail about me: my personal teenage reading focused more on Martina Cole and, as I matured rather than aged, Mandasue Heller. Yes, I did take a detour via Agatha Christie but mostly I wanted gritty and real. If I ever needed a digression I’d go read an article in one of Dave’s classic collection of magazines.

Failing that I’d front up with personal experience.

I was good at fronting up, so why not?

Dave is my middle brother, by the way. He is barely