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Starting Over
     

Starting Over

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by Barbara Elsborg
 

When Pia goes into a hotel bedroom looking for a night of stringless sex, she gets more than she bargained for.

Pia's life needs a kick start. She's tired of going home to an empty flat, killing plants and fed up with her job. She hasn't been held in a guy's arms for far too long. If men can do sex just for fun, why can't she? But as she makes the

Overview

When Pia goes into a hotel bedroom looking for a night of stringless sex, she gets more than she bargained for.

Pia's life needs a kick start. She's tired of going home to an empty flat, killing plants and fed up with her job. She hasn't been held in a guy's arms for far too long. If men can do sex just for fun, why can't she? But as she makes the trek to a hotel bedroom she's fraught with indecision. It's a minor miracle that she manages to pluck up the guts to open the door and slink into the room. That miracle becomes so much more than minor once she crawls into bed and gets the shock of her life.

Connor and Espen want a third person in their lives but don't seem to be having much luck finding the right lover until Pia comes along, but when she's gone in the morning, they don't know what they've done wrong and if they don't know that, how can they put it right?

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781781842195
Publisher:
Totally Entwined Group Ltd
Publication date:
02/18/2013
Sold by:
Barnes & Noble
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
41
Sales rank:
226,341
File size:
200 KB
Age Range:
18 Years

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I hate my job. I hate my life. I hate my job. I hate my life.

"Yes, Mrs Dutton, but—" Pia said into her mouthpiece.

She closed her eyes as she was interrupted yet again, tempted to bang her head on the desk. Good thing the irate woman was at the other end of a phone line or Pia might have been tempted to bang Mrs Dutton’s head on the desk rather than her own.

"Of course, Mrs Dutton, but—"

How many times would she have to repeat the same thing? They were dancing in circles with Pia hardly able to get a word in. Finally, the woman paused to draw breath and Pia seized her chance.

"I can understand your disappointment. The thing is you should have declared you had a heart condition when you took out the insurance. You were asked if you had any health issues and your response was no."

"But I wasn’t ill when I went on holiday."

Oh, God. "Yes, but insurance is offered on the basis of your medical history. You failed to provide us with all the facts. The premium you paid was based on incorrect information." Otherwise known as lies. "We might well have declined to insure you if you’d told us." Or charged her a fortune.

"That’s why I didn’t say anything."

Pia winced. The call was being recorded and that was an admission of fraud.

"I’m sorry, Mrs Dutton, but Insure4U2 have to reject your claim."

She waited for either an earful of abuse or tearful sobs. She actually preferred to be yelled at. It was easier to deal with.

"But the b-bills..." the woman hiccupped. "What am I going to do? I don’t have enough money to pay them."

The prolonged wail into her throbbing ear chewed at Pia’s heart. The woman’s debt was not the company’s problem, but Pia felt sorry for her.

"Do you have family you could borrow from? Perhaps take out a loan? You could speak to your bank manager."

The sobbing stuttered to a halt. "You have no idea what my life’s been like. I needed that holiday. My husband died. I had to get away. It was supposed to be a new start and now I have a mountain of debt. I might lose my home."

"I’m very sorry," Pia said quietly. "I do understand—"

"No you don’t," the woman snapped, anger replacing her tears. "You don’t care. You’re just some faceless nine-to-five pen-pusher. You insurance people are all the same, looking for ways to worm out of paying what’s due. Well, I’ll be putting in a complaint about you. I’ve not been treated fairly."

"I’m sorry you feel that way—" Pia listened to a dial tone and exhaled.

A glance at the clock showed it was well past time to go home and she powered off her computer. After six in the evening another call centre took over. Everyone else had already gone, happy it was Friday, looking forward to seeing their partners, kids and pets. Pia had none of those. She didn’t even have a plant. They never thrived under her care. Nothing thrived under her care. She shuddered.

Meet the Author

Barbara Elsborg lives in West Yorkshire in the north of England. She always wanted to be a spy, but having confessed that to everyone without them even resorting to torture, she decided it was not for her.

Vulcanology scorched her feet. A morbid fear of sharks put paid to marine biology. So instead, she spent several years successfully selling cyanide.

After dragging up two rotten, ungrateful children and frustrating her sexy, devoted, wonderful husband (who can now stop twisting her arm) she finally has time to conduct an affair with an electrifying plugged-in male, her laptop.

Her books feature quirky heroines and bad boys, and she hopes they are much fun to read as they were to write.

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Starting Over 2.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 2 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
LucyReads More than 1 year ago
This is almost a Cinderella type of story where a girl worn down by life finds herself unexpectedly in the middle of a hunk sandwich! Pia is a young widow who loathes her job and is tired of her routine life devoid of love.  She decides to take control and spice things up by answering a personal ad and arranging a sexual encounter with a stranger.  After all, she reasons, men do it all the time.  She arrives at the agreed upon hotel room and is shocked when she encounters two strangers instead of the man she expected!  Some fast-talking later by all parties involved results in a most satisfactory evening.  Yes, I’m talking steamy, sweaty, ‘balls to the wall’ M/F/M and M/M/F sex.  The next morning Pia is gone leaving the guys wondering what they did wrong and how can they find her since they realize that Pia completes them as a family. A broken hearted Pia thinks the experience was a fluke and that the two amazing men were only interested in one night.  Enter Cinderella’s fairy godmother, in a manner of speaking. This short story is a fast read, sweet, funny, will get you hot and leave you sighing in the end with a smile on your face.