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About the author:
I have appeared on Sky News, ITV Lunchtime News, This Morning, The Big Breakfast and the BBC’s worldwide radio service, along with many local radio stations, for becoming one of Fair Play London’s female innovators.
What inspired you to write your book?
I was inspired by family life and the relationships between a parent and their child. Love’s child is also about friendship and loyalty.
Here is a short sample from the book:
The door flew back on its hinges making Lucas and his secretary, Poppy, jump in fright at the unexpected interruption. Jemima stormed into the room and glared at her husband, totally ignoring the quivering, pathetic woman at his side.
‘What is the matter with you?’ she spat at him, with real venom in her tone. ‘You were supposed to be at Dr Lomax’s office with me this afternoon. What the hell do I have to do to get a baby around here? Drag you there by your briefcase?’
Lucas looked at his beautiful wife and realised how ugly she had become. She was stamping her feet, hair flying behind her, with nails at the ready to scratch his eyes out, not even caring that poor Poppy was in the room. She had become so unreasonable in her demands that he impregnate her, so that she could have a designer baby, that she had completely lost her mind!
He shifted to shield Poppy from the wrath of his wife and sent her an apologetic smile, but she scurried out, her cheeks flaming crimson, into the executive toilets where she promptly burst into tears.
Lucas sighed and walked over to close his office door, to afford he and his wife some semblance of privacy after the scene she had just made.
‘Well?’ demanded Jemima, throwing her ridiculously expensive handbag on to the floor by his desk and walking over to the concealed bar in the wall to pour herself a hefty drink.
‘I didn’t go to the meeting because I’ve been there twice already and we are just paying them to repeat what they’ve already told us. There is nothing wrong with us!’ he ground out, breathing hard to control his temper.
Jemima looked at her husband’s rigid stance and felt her anger flare up again. She had left early from a lunch with her friends to go to the doctor’s appointment with Lucas, and had felt such a fool when he hadn’t arrived. Dr Lomax had smiled at her sympathetically as she made up some ridiculous excuse on the spur of the moment about the absence of her husband, which had sounded half-baked, even to her. Lucas was supposed to give her anything she wanted, but all of a sudden Jemima felt she was missing something and losing her edge. He didn’t seem to care what made her happy any more. Standing there, with his back turned to her as he looked out of his office window at the glorious view, she knew, for the first time since she had decided that this man would be her husband, that she needed to be more careful about how she handled him, or her father would step in and control him for her. Fear burned in her stomach and she quickly decided to change tack and went over to take hold of Lucas’s hand.
Lucas looked up in surprise at the intimate gesture, but he stood stock-still and refused to give her the reassurance she was looking for. He was tired of this charade of a marriage and only wished he had seen the trap she had set for him sooner. He had been a gullible fool, but he wasn’t about to let his wife, or her father, dictate his life any more.