“Sometimes life’s a bitch”
by me!
Honestly, why am I insulting a beautiful animal?
These are not really my personal feelings but I cannot separate from my protagonist when I am in a frenzied, writing mood. It’s her life that’s in a mess. Married to a boring old man with controlling issues. A man who would not allow her to wear silk stockings or a wear a chiffon blouse with a plunging neckline. “It’s for floozies, my dear.” His weary response whenever she approached the subject.
But then he passes away, leaving her bereft, without guidance. When Clarence Taylor meets a handsome, brooding man, she falls head over heels in love. And without George’s sound advice, she drifts in a world of lowlife, blood sucking, lewd men.
What is Clarence Taylor to do?
Click here and find out. The Killing Lead.
Next post will be my working environment.
Till then
Happy reading and writing😀
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