Liquid Diamonds

By Jean Hornby

Jean Hornby lived in Brighton. This is where it all began. It is where The Diamonds, Jeana, Tammy and Bobette were formed.

In the first book Dollars & Diamonds, you entered into their lives and were walked through many highs and lows of a life filled with nothing but Dollars & Diamonds.

And now awaiting you is the sequel, Liquid Diamonds. Here, Jeana and Bobette will take you with them to escape into another world.

- One of many laughs and one even more shocking than Dollars & Diamonds.
- Enjoy the journey!

Having fallen into each other’s arms, Jeana and Bobette spontaneously leave sinful Brighton behind to escape to where ever the next train should take them, but their impulse adventure of a lust-filled love, turns into nothing but a liquid get-away.

Will it be one that they will always want to remember, or one that these two liquid Diamonds will want to forget?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris UK
• Release date: Oct 25, 2021
• ISBN: 9781479785971

Jean Hornby

Jean Hornby has a passion for writing and creativity. She shares her home with a pampered cat and shares her outdoor life with her much loved horse . But once upon a time, Jean lived in Brighton. It was here, The Trio’s - Jeana, Tammy and Bobette were brought to life . In the first book, Dollars & Diamonds .You met these trios with their fun loving erratic ways and were walked through their highs and lows, of a life filled with nothing but Dollars & Diamonds. But now - waiting for you to turn its pages, is the naughty sequel - Liquid Diamonds. Here - it is, just Jeana and Bobette. So enjoy a glass of liquid with them, as you once again, loose yourself in the carefree lives of these two, Liquid filled Diamonds. And as you sit back, they will take you with them, to escape into yet another world. One full of many laughs and one even more shocking than Dollars & Diamonds. Enjoy the journey - Ciao

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NEVER STOP DREAMING

AND NEVER GIVE UP ON A DIAMOND WISH

BECAUSE DREAMS ARE MEANT TO COME TRUE

AND BY OPENING THIS BOOK YOUR’S ARE ABOUT TO.

JEAN HORNBY X

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THE SERIES SO FAR

DOLLARS & DIAMONDS ~ Book 1

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They spend Dollars & love Diamonds.

3 friends living in Brighton share a kiss and tell lifestyle of shopping,

love, humour and drama ~ some sex scenes

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LIQUID DIAMONDS ~ Book 2

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2 friends take a train out of Brighton and embark on a journey filled with sex, scandals & lies.

Shocking, lust and humour ~ lots of sex scenes.

ENJOY X

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Unaware of where we were going and blinkered by love, our train journey to leave Brighton to delve into the unknown would for sure be magical and full of fluffy cloud moments – I hoped.

Was it was spontaneous madness?

As I gazed into Bob’s eyes, I truly did not care!

Shall we get off when we get bored? asked Bob,

Sounds like a plan I replied.

We were aware we were not alone on our anywhere bound train.

Bob pouted a lip at the others.

The group of Chinese / Japanese Tourists then tried to take a picture of us, I smiled at their cheek.

I did agree we were a much better choice to ogle at, than say a tree.

I also smiled at both their weirdness and ours, I knew it would not be an everyday norm for them to see a female that was dressed looking like Macbeth and the other one on a role-play looking like RuPaul and both oddballs flirtingly gazing into the other one’s eyes.

I did wonder if they had ever seen someone in drag?

Judging by their astonished expressions, I didn’t think so.

We were indeed something different from their usual Run – of – the – mill camera shots and way more interesting.

Bobette had been my best friend in Brighton but here on this train we were eloping as Bob and Jeana – it would not appeal to the more sensitive type and was certainly not one for the judging ones.

Bob by day and Bobette by night, who would have thought I would fall for a transvestite – It had not been hard.

Everyone needs a fun-loving, bitch fuelled diva friend sometime in their life, Me especially!

Bob, when in a dress role played Bobette well. He was extremely good at it and when he could be arsed he was very popular with his superiority performing shows in the drag queen world.

But he was not a crossdresser by choice, it was all part of a professional cover-up – known as Operation Diamond.

Bob was an undercover detective rarely out of the uniform Bobette.

Bobette seemed to be his confidence, so it seemed reasonable if Bob were to ever panic once the dress was off – some people are married to their jobs I guess.

Everyone is good at something and to be able to be two people at the flick of a switch was a skill that he did well.

Too well! His undercover look and bitch ways could fool the most hardened criminal.

Whilst in character Bobette was the best, but I did not yet know the Bob side, so I was feeling both nervous and excited at the stranger lurking within my treasured Bobette.

And now, here we were both dressed as females with only one of us being the real deal.

The stares continued.

Feeling an invasion of privacy, Bob turned towards the tourists to give a back - off lip pout.

Which just gave their tongues freedom to talk, in a fast and excited way, and in a language only they could possibly understand.

They were a happy bunch, so a beaming smile was sent their way.

It was exciting to be on a mystery ride with Bob.

I did want to enjoy this adventure, but I was feeling fatigued.

Due to lack of sleep and my prescription sleeping tablets still flowing in my bloodstream, I found it hard to keep my eyes open.

One of the tourists from the group suddenly rushed over and in broken English, this brave one gave a courteous bow and asked for our autographs.

Sure replied Bob, flicking his mane of hair.

The Jap was quick to move away before Bob’s stream of luscious silk hit him.

Whilst this dance continued, Bob with pouted lips searched his bag for a pen.

Again, the attentive fan was quick as yet another dose of hair annoyance found him.

His moves remained impressive as the out-of-control hair led the dance.

Bob, non the wiser signed, whilst another from the group made a discreet tip-toed attempt towards us.

As Bob gave full attention in signing the bundle of torn note papers before him, the mischievous tip to’er attacked the back of his hair with scissors.

I continued to watch in disbelief, as he rushed back to his friends holding a large clump of Bob’s stolen hair.

The gasps and squeals of joy broke out, as he proudly showed them – His souvenir of the year.

I looked away and prayed that Bob would not notice how far a souvenir hunter had gone in wanting a lock of hair from a transvestite, and a British one at that.

I kept all fingers crossed, the naughty tourist would make a clean getaway, for who wants a sample of a no longer feminine acting Bob, belting out a stream of loud bitch fuelled words, together with an attack from Edward scissor hand nails, closely followed by a fist.

My nice side did not want the souvenir thief to be the one, to experience a hot-headed Bob, going a colour beyond pink if he got to see a glimpse of his precious hair held in the hand of a very brave tourist.

The hair thief’s partner in crime bowed a thousand thank you’s as he now took the bundle of signed papers back to his awaiting friends.

Pass me a mirror babes asked my vain boyfriend.

Everyone, including myself, watched in silence, as the glamour queen attempted to touch up his already perfect face.

Standing up, Bob specified he needed to find a toilet to do a hair shake and a perfume spray.

I cringed as I glanced at the Japs and then at the back of Bob’s head.

Under whispered breath, I uttered. Father, please forgive them, for they do not know what they have done.

The Japs, oblivious to my panic gazed out of the window, but it was not long before one of them began pointing to a gathering of scavenging pigeons.

As we approached the station their excitement became a public one as they loudly cheered and clapped their approvals when one of the don’t give a fuck birds released a large amount of its dinner onto a well-dressed bystander.

But their laughter was doomed not to continue, for now standing before them was a far from happy Bob.

His vainness had sent him to confront them and grab their fears without mercy.

Which one of you lot did it? snorted Bob to the startled group.

Hi, ya, me Foo Tong shouted back the brave one.

Don’t give me; I do not speak any English snarled Bob.

You wan war, we come in, peaz shouted the guilty one.

Come on, own up, shouted back Bob.

The once happy group abruptly jumped up to portray a bring it on stance.

You wan some of this? Smirked the brave one giving his best imitation karate chop.

We wan no trouble stated the autograph hunter as he ushered the group to shimmy towards the door of the train.

You Eva wan a free Tom Yan soup, tell any takeaway, foo young give you, on house shouted the guilty one.

A noticeable silence enveloped the once laughter-filled air.

They stayed glued by the door with the Brue Lee ring leader keeping the don’t approach stance whilst standing in front of them.

All eyes remained to be glued our way, as the atmospheric silence continued to develop and grow and hold us all within its invisible grasp.

No one moved or uttered another word whilst the group remained trapped at the door.

As the train pulled into the station the wannabe Bruce Lee kept the stance. As he, the leader, displayed this is not a pose to be messing with.

A blonde fringed woman voiced her concern You instead maybe prefer, your tradition chicken and chip dinner? it no problem, still on house.

It’s fish and chips, not chicken! remarked Bob.

Or maybe you have a roast dinner diner uttered another voice.

In England, we have fish and chip shops, not Sunday roast diners, I remarked, to the confused tourists.

how about you try your roast and fish an chip on one plate, it make good sale if you open shop shouted the Harbin looking girl.

I giggled at the peace offering advice.

No one now spoke as they watched us, watching them.

When the train eventually stopped, the Bruce Lee imitator was the first to rush off,

His partners in crime were not far behind.

Don’t come back! shrieked Bob with the also don’t mess with me stance.

With hands-on-hips, he held the pose as all eyes glared at his over-the-top fans.

I couldn’t help but break into a laugh as I watched the trouble maker group pick up their cameras to take pictures of anybody that happened to be dressed in a British rail uniform.

Bob took note of the blonde fringed female bowing a thousand apologies our way.

When Bob eventually sat down, I found myself asking, how he felt having had his hair stolen? What are you talking about Jeana! I was trying to find out which one of them had run off with my pen came the reply.

As the train chugged along on the never-ending journey, boredom set in from only having a moving window for a view.

We were so missing our balconies and alfresco people watching.

The trains window was just not doing it.

This constant invasion of fields riddled with cows and sheep whizzing by was not really my idea of fun.

It was not the type of window view we were used to.

And it had been off-putting that not one drinks trolley had passed through whilst on this train.

So for all these reasons and plenty more, we decided we too would vacate at the next stop.

I did count my blessings it could have been worst, we could have gone euro tunnel and had no view of frigging anything.

I thanked my lucky stars when the train pulled into a station

As we now stood on the still platform instead of the moving train it was delightful to be breathing in the fresh air.

Never take anything for granted! I thought.

Where have you travelled from? Boomed a voice as we attempted to leave the station.

We fell into silence as the ticket collector remained to guard the only exit out of the station.

I was about to apologize for not having a ticket when Bob butted in and produced a card, he then explained he was undercover and I was his prisoner.

After the guard examined the card, he handed it back and whispered Mum’s the word He then gave a big smile and ushered us through; he again smiled a genuine one as he told Bob to keep up the excellent work!

Whilst walking away from the police loving guard, my devious boyfriend turned to me and whispered I was indeed his prisoner, It was called love

I did not comment on his idolised worship of me.

It was glorious to be free, so now as we stepped out of the dismal station to step into our adventure this place of mystery called Wales was indeed a sunny place to be.

Making our way to a taxi, I felt a surge of pity for the sad looking down and out who had been struggling with his sales pitch of selling the so-called vogue magazine for the homeless – The big Issue.

It did not help that his words were slurred, and he was holding a bottle of white lightning cider.

But who am I to judge.

I knew he would be happier not selling this street mag, so wanting to help I approached the begging stranger to ask for one of his magazines of unhappiness.

I used Bob’s back to write out a cheque and then showed the foodless body my gift. I don’t have a bank account was the ungrateful response.

Well, take it or leave it hissed Bob.

Yes, a gift should never be knocked I replied as I snatched a big issue and pushed the signature money into his hand.

As I studied this skeleton body of lost hope, I couldn’t help say "You can now get yourself a cup of tea and a couple of cream cakes.

He replied with a thousand thanks.

The homeless man happy, rushed away with a skip in his Run as he held on tight to the one-thousand-pound cheque.

what about your big issues? I shouted.

Do what you want with them came the reply.

I felt a right twit standing there alone trying to sell his big issues whilst Bob went in search for hot tea.

He was soon back holding a couple of cans of ice-cold red- bulls instead of hot steaming tea.

Do you think he will get a room for the night? I queered, as we watched the man disappear into a cheque cashing shop.

You can be so kind replied Bob, as the man reappeared beaming from ear to ear.

Continuing our observation we witnessed his walk slowing down when approaching the Bookies.

Bob shouted, YO! DO NOT EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!

The man waved and ventured to a nearby bed and breakfast instead.

Satisfied, I had been a financial help to someone and Bob satisfied he had given wise financial advice we headed towards the taxi rank.

The drive to the taxi driver’s choice of hotel was a pleasant one.

I had always liked Wales and so was looking forward to spending some time here in Cardiff.

I left the remaining Big issues in the taxi and told the driver a tip had been left on the back seat.

Once booked into the hotel we made a point to freshen up.

Bob, being a romantic, told me he wanted to wine and dine me in style, so would I wait for him in the bar area.

Don’t be too long! I told him.

Ciao came the reply, as the door closed.

And so, I waited to be joined.

It was the most extended wait ever.

After the third order of drinks, I was by now wondering if I had been dumped before we had even begun.

Men! Even though Bob wore a dress, I did expect him to be different.

This is for you smiled a waitress handing me a large drink.

I thanked her and mouthed another thank you to the stranger sitting at the bar.

He was a good-looking man; he had a thick mop of shoulder-length hair tied back in a ponytail amidst sexy high lights of blonde within a glossy mane.

His piercing pale blue eyes investigated my blue contact ones.

I studied him more and noticed he was about the same build and height as Bob.

I was not one to complain about a man’s constant attention, but this overflow of drinks and I like you stares were making me blush and feel bashful.

After even more drinks followed by the constant stares, I was by now feeling uncomfortable, not from all the VIP drinks coming my way, but from the continuous looks that came with them.

I also wondered how Bob would react if he knew he had competition.

It seemed like an hour had passed and come straight back again; I was feeling quite afraid, and very alone.

My thoughts lingered to Brad, for he had, at least never stood me up.

I would never in my wildest of dreams, dreamt I would end up being stuck in the middle of wales, alone and glammed up, with some Dishy bloke admiring me from the not too far distance

May I? asked my admirer, sitting down before I had a chance to reply.

I blinked a double one, at the stranger’s cheek.

I know you don’t recognize this handsome chap here next to you because you have only ever seen me looking like Bobette so what do you now think of me as Bob? smiled the stranger.

I was bewildered at the transformation of Bob no longer looking like Bobette.

Well, you have amazed me yet again; you certainly do look different and where has the lip pout gone? I asked.

Darling, those lips are only on show when the make-up is on replied Bob

Shall we ushered my date as he beckoned me to head towards the dining area.

The rest of the evening was eventful we talked loads and drank loads.

We even laughed at my ex-boyfriend Brad’s womanizing ways.

I’m so glad Brad strayed because you never gave him full sex; otherwise, there would be no me or you sitting here now announced Bob, gazing into my eyes.

Me too I falsely smiled.

I hoped between smiles he would not see the nerves I had been trying to hide.

Because to share a room with Bob instead of Bobette was way out of my comfort zone.

My first night with Bobette being Bob flew by.

It was an eventful evening filled with more seriousness than laughs.

Then all too soon, we were back in our hotel room, undressed and in bed.

But, whilst lying in Bob’s arms, attacks of déjà vu found their way to torture.

To remind me I had been in this situation before when Bob had been my best friend, not my lover!

So, this was a strange one indeed.

Can we just take things slow? I asked.

I understand whispered Bob.

I fell asleep with a smile on my face and judging by something hard suddenly digging into me, I knew that Bob was also smiling too.

The following day, I awoke to a blood-curdling scream.

what’s wrong? I asked as my still asleep eyes tried to focus.

My hair! What’s happened to my hair! screamed Bob.

Oh, that! I can explain I replied as my now awake eyes; fixed themselves onto Bob’s no longer perfect wig.

It was the Japs! they stole it; I did try to tell you I sighed.

Why me! retorted my shocked lover.

Well, that’s Tourists for you I replied.

I need a drink to steady my upset nerves because when I’m not Bobette. I do tend to lose all my balls of steel attitude, confessed Bob.

Yes, I do understand; it is not precisely vogue if you act like a bitch when you are looking like a guy. I smiled.

Meet you in the bar, don’t be too long instructed Bob making a beeline for the door.

Ciao I replied.

Now with the luxury of being on my own, I took the opportunity to run myself a hot bath.

It did not take long to become lost amongst the blanket of bubbles.

Heaven I whispered, as the luxurious water enveloped its hot wetness around me.

Bob and China can wait, I thought. as this moment of bliss refused to let go.

I think I must have fallen asleep, for when opening my eyes the water had become deathly cold and me a tad wrinkled.

Feeling more like some zombie stepping out from the dead sea, I grabbed the nearest towel and made a quick attempt to get dressed.

As I approached Bob, he did not look happy.

Where have you been? asked Bob.

Well, if you must know, I started at the Pacific and ended up in the dead sea I winced.

What! Replied my puzzled boyfriend.

Long story I sighed.

Look! I am sorry that your anniversary date with Brad didn’t go as planned and the tight bastard ended up taking you to a McDonald’s instead of a theatre. Still, in all honesty, Jeana, you can’t continue to walk around looking like Macbeth, so how about I take you on a shop till you drop tomorrow, then you can get out of that long gown you have been living in and step into a much shorter one, Suggested Bob.

Sounds good to me because I know you won’t be dragging me around the sale isles, but would whisk me through the designer ones instead, I thought.

Yes, let’s! I replied.

With Bob’s designer touch and eye for detail, we spent the rest of the day shopping for us both; we even chose matching His and Hers weekend bags.

China also spoilt, ended up with his very own doggy carrying bag that displayed a detailed picture of the valleys, so it was, of course, a marvellous souvenir of Cardiff.

I knew when we got home Midnight would be hissing at us with jealousy, and poor China would for sure pay and so be on the receiving end of a good swipe from her lethal venomous paw if she at all felt she had left out.

For China’s sake, we did attempt to include her in our shop.

I hoped, she would not turn her spoilt nose up at the new luxury riddled bed big enough to comfortably fit both her and China.

China seemed more than happy with the posh bed and so released a little yelp as if to say -The dog cat will approve.

Back at the Hotel, Our many bags of shopping had been noticed.

hello she smiled as she ogled me.

How delightful to be admired.

So Just to rub it in, I flashed my Hollywood veneers towards the direction of this positive comment coming from the all-eyes guest.

Are you moving in! She smirked.

that’s jealousy babe, maybe she’s in the red and not able to do a shop till you drop and so sees remorse when she notices others that happen to be in the black stated a concerned Bob.

Yes, unfortunate thing, it is obvious she is broke, and goodness her roots are even showing!

I whispered as we stood in the lift staring at the unloved hair.

Once back in our room, it did feel good to remove my long-dead Prada shoes and battered L.V’s.

I am so sorry, I whispered as I felt a tiny emotion rush through my heart. But alas, the fated arrow disappeared when my eyes caught sight of the new Dolce Gabbana replacement.

Bob, pleased. I had finally removed all evidence