Confessions of A Freelance Writer: Confessions of A Freelance Writer, #1

By Gerard Peters

Freelance Writer, Simon West finds himself between a rock and a hard place when his longtime editor and secret crush Rowena gives him a job that he can't refuse. To get closer to the woman of his dreams all he has to do is interview an internationally famous cross-country horse racer.

But, some things aren't as easy as they seem, especially when they involve matters of the heart. Danielle Randle, the subject of his interview has survived a horrific horse riding accident which has left her crippled and in a wheelchair. Facing an uncertain future she's turned in to a virtual recluse and has all but vanished from the horse riding world.

Will she let Simon get his interview?

Will his past with Danielle be too much to overcome?

Will old flames be rekindled?

Not if her protege Eleanor Maxwell, a woman known as the Man Eater can help it.

Eleanor has made it clear, that when it comes to Simon there isn't anything she won't do to get his attention.

Torn between three women will Simon be able to finish his article?

Find out in Confessions of A Freelance Writer.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gerard Peters
• Release date: May 15, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393839453

Gerard Peters

I was born in Portsmouth, England, the eldest of four children. After completing school I held a number of jobs before enlisting in the the Royal Air Force, serving for eight-years. After completing my final years in Germany and the Falkland Islands in the mid 1990’s I returned home to England. I currently live in Southampton with my wife and cat, Lottie.

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Chapter 1

The scent of her exotic perfume is intoxicating as I kiss her slender neck. She gasps, her ample breasts heave as I move down to her exposed shoulder. Another gasp and Rowena’s hand pushes against my chest. ‘Stop! Simon, stop! We shouldn’t be doing this — you know I’m married.’ I pause for a moment, giving her protest all the consideration it is due before continuing, gently sliding the bra strap over her sensuous shoulder, my hand cups her full breast gently brushing the tip of her nipple with my thumb through the thin covering of the bra cup. I feel her shiver, again her hand gently pushes against me, ‘Stop Simon — st... her protests are dissolved by another gasp as I slip her blouse over both shoulders down her arms depositing it on the floor. Then move down to her incredible cleavage. The promised land beckoned, those glorious mounds that she had for so long kept covered from me — were now ripe for the taking. Reaching behind, one deft movement with finger and thumb, the catch parted and the bra fell to the floor joining her already discarded blouse and skirt. Her large firm milky white breasts heave in front of me as I feel myself throb with intense lust for the gorgeous Rowena. She moans as my tongue lightly brushes the tip of her hard, erect nipple...

‘Simon!’ I’m brought back to reality with a major jolt. ‘Simon — are you listening to me? You were miles away.’

‘I’m sorry Ro,’ I reply coming down from my intense daydream, feeling the throb inside my jeans, "my God I want you Ro. Why do you stay with that loser of a husband?"

‘What, what were you saying?’ Rowena sat across from me upright and business like, her silver rimmed glasses glinted in the midday sun, the rays pierced the thin material of her white blouse providing me with a shimmering mirage-like image of the white bra cocooning her large breasts. Her eyes glance down at the crotch of my jeans for a second and the obvious bulge. She raises an eyebrow and I detect a flash of a smile. She looks down at the papers in her hand for a few moments then becomes all business like

‘I was saying,’ another eyebrow-raise and a sparkle in those gorgeous grey eyes, ‘that this article is no good.’

‘No good? What’s wrong with it?’

‘Absolutely nothing, it’s up to your usual high standards. Unfortunately, I can’t use it. The publication no longer wants it.’

‘I see,’ I said, feeling somewhat annoyed and disappointed having put a lot of time and effort into it. But things, as I knew only too well changed quickly in this game.

‘I’ve got something for you though. The Equestrian are desperate to get a piece on the former cross country riding champion Danielle Randle, she’s something of a recluse now following her accident.’

The accident! Just the mere mention of it and I was swept back there: