Love in a Hopeless Place: Love in a Hopeless Place, #5

By Emma Calin

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A mature woman stumbles into a discovery of herself that she had never suspected.  Dare she give in to love? Will sexual passion and fear overwhelm her stable life? Who can she trust to love her for herself?   Story #5 in Emma Calin's 'Love In A Hopeless Place Collection'.
  

As Lyn's previous life crumbles behind her an unexpected and inappropriate ally appears from the rubble to help her onwards. Maybe now she will be free to explore her new world in which she is still an innocent?
  

Her own desires and their uncontrollable consequences leave her no option but to go forward. Even as her emotional and sexual need drive her on, there are no certainties ahead. An unexpected ally provides physical support yet perhaps an inappropriate comradeship.
  
Popular Quotations from 'Love In A Hopeless Place'

"To want is easy. To be wanted is a delicious warm bath but with someone else's hand on the hot tap."

"It was a conscious act, to put a frame around the moment so that I could keep it separate and savour it."

"The release of a woman was a cry and a burrowing down into that crimson infinite labyrinth of love and its angels of sorrow."

 

˃˃˃ Reviews:"A brave little work, well written, with a nice tangy after burn."
"Gritty, urban and with an inherent `seediness'; there is some powerful dialogue and the author does a superb job of tapping into the inner core of some pretty raw emotion."
"Author Emma Calin skilfully draws the reader into the personal life of this warehouse worker, sharing with us Lyn's innermost emotions and desires."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Emma Calin
• Release date: Apr 2, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393365716

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'Love in a Hopeless Place Collection'

LOVE IN A HOPELESS PLACE

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By Emma Calin

LOVE IN A HOPELESS PLACE

First published 2019

By Gallo-Romano Media

copyright © 2019 Emma Calin

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All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or any information storage and retrieval system, without prior written permission of the author. Your support of authors' rights is appreciated.

All characters in this compilation are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

A Message From Emma

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Love in a Hopeless Place

Chapter 1

You can't blame the music for what happened. You can't blame the budget brand vodka or the own brand cola. You can't blame anyone but me and the great gaping hole I used to know as ME.

Do you know what I was? I was a vacuum. I was a love suck at the heart of the sexual cosmos. I was a black hole or maybe even one of those giant dwarfs. Yeah, that's it – an unexplored giant dwarf. I'm not sure if that's the right astronomical word – but to be frank – I'd had a few and it was a starry night.

I was there in the working men's club on the estate. It was a big Friday feeling with the gap-toothed glitter ball and the spotlights with their faded pink cellophane glamour. And there was little me grinding and kissing and drawing everything in to that vacuum. Abba was singing I Have a Dream and I was kissing and grinding and dreaming. I know I'm repeating – but it's like that ain't it? Passion is repeated sniffing of some mad perfume until it has no sense, like saying a word over and over. When you come to from passion, if the perfume hasn't all turned to sweat – that's what you call love.

Parties are for ending. The bright lights, the broom, the bin bags. On Monday we'd all be back at the warehouse. Good old Tommy the fork-lift driver, super trouper of the DJ deck, played us out to a couple of slow songs. He was taking a few tokes on some weed and living his pony-tail and comb-over dream. He was casting that dream over me and I loved him for it. We were smooching to Lionel Ritchie singing Truly. We kissed again and pushed against each other. I won't lie – I felt a gush of that thrill, I really did.

The lights came up. All the scuffed doors and faded FIRE EXIT signs merged into the clatter of stacking chairs and the tinsel calls of Goodnight. For me, yeah – I suppose it was over. But there had been that tickle – you know where, and the taste of it filled my head and still I craved more.

I walked home alone. My husband, Wayne, would have gone to bed. There'd been boxing on the TV and he'd had a hard week. He had a few beers in and a couple of mates so he was pleased to see me go out. We'd been together for twenty-four years and our boy, Dale, was still at home. It was time he moved on, for his own good. He'd done OK at school and he had a couple of jobs. Mainly he worked the doors at night-clubs as a bouncer. He did a couple of days with his Polish mate Kaz at the car wash. He'd told the job centre people he only wanted to be a boxer and after that they'd just ignored him. He was big and fearless. I suppose he was lucky to have