Mistress On Demand

SOPHIE had woken up with an awful presentiment that

the day wouldn't go well. From the moment she'd squirted toothpaste all down the front of her pyjama top, to the near disaster when she'd just narrowly escaped spilling a whole mug of coffee down the front of the 'posh' frock she was reluctantly wearing to her friend Diana's wedding, her nerves had been jangled. Okay, so she didn't like weddings — hated them, in fact, but Diana was her closest female friend, and after a tumultuous year when her volatile relationship with Freddie was on one minute, then off the next, the least Sophie could do was show up and bear witness to the occasion.

But her luck, if she was going to be blessed with any at all today — and Sophie was beginning to think that she wasn't — just seemed to get worse and worse. She'd made three-quarters of the journey to the register office in her car when there'd been an awful spluttering hiss from the engine, then a pop, then…nothing, as it had finally given up the ghost and come to an undignified end by the side of the road. Sophie had had no alternative but to grab her coat a ... read full excerpt from: Mistress on Demand ebook