Rekindling the Spark Excerpt:

“One moment, I’m coming.” Angela shouted as she fumbled through her handbag for the door key. It was a habit her husband hated and she didn’t quite understand it herself, but every time she opened the door rather than leaving the keys nearby they went into her handbag, resulting in endless searches when someone came to the door.

Finally, she found the key and opened the door. Stood behind it was a tall muscular lad, whom Angela guessed could be no older than twenty-five. He had on dark green trousers that seemed rather loose fitting and a t-shirt of the same colour. His dark black hair was shoulder length but swept back and his eyes seemed to glow with mischief and good humour. There was something about the way he smiled at her that made Angela go weak at the knees.

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