This is from one of my works-in-progress…
Since, I don’t have a cover I’ll share images of my main characters, Blair Martin and Niamh MacIsaac instead.
Working on an oil-rig in the North Sea can be dangerous but sometimes the commute can be deadly.
Niamh MacIsaac dreads saying goodbye to her partner, Blair Martin, every time he leaves for his job on an off-shore oil platform. Her worst fears become reality when the helicopter he’s a passenger on ditches into the North Sea. While waiting and hoping for news of survivors, a severe storm blows up and the search is stood down. Will they be reunited and have a second chance at happiness, or will the North Sea claim yet another victim?
Niamh opened her eyes, looked at the sleeping baby in the small bassinet beside her bed in Aberdeen Maternity Hospital and smiled. She turned her head away to look around the rest of the room. When she’d been brought up after the emergency C-section, it was the middle of the night and the hospital room completely dark. At least, that’s how she remembered it. Exhaustion and drugs for the post-op pain clouded her memory.
“Blair? Is that you?” she groggily asked the figure sleeping in the chair on the other side of the bed.
“Huh?” Blair woke with a start.
“How long have you been there?” she asked, stretching her arm out to touch him.
“Since they brought you up from surgery.”
“Oh,” she replied flatly. “And Mum?”
“Don’t know. She left to make a few calls and that’s the last I saw her. Figure she went home. I know she wasn’t best pleased to see me turn up.”
“I’m glad you did. With the way things ended after that awful row we had, I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.”
“I stormed around for a few days then did something I didn’t think I’d ever do. I drove down to Barnsley,” Blair answered.
“You heard me. I drove to Barnsley. Never would have done it if it wasn’t for you.”
“And?” Niamh shifted position, her interest piqued by his revelation.
“The pit’s gone. Shopping complex there now. The old house is still there. Looks as rundown now as it did then.”
“That’s not quite what I meant. What about your father? Did you see him?”
“No. He’s dead. It was the drink.”
Niamh didn’t know what to say. She knew Blair hated the man for the hell he’d put both him and his mother through. She remained quiet for a few minutes then asked, “Did you go to the cemetery to see your mother?”
“Yes. Took flowers. The bastard’s buried there with her. He should rot in hell for all eternity for what he put us through,” he said as he lowered his head.
“How do you know he’s buried with her?”
“Because it’s on the fucking headstone! I don’t know who arranged it but I’d like to…”
“Beat the stuffing out of them, like your father did to you and your mother.”
Blair sat in silence for a moment. He stood and stretched before quickly changing the subject. “That chair is bloody uncomfortable.”
“You didn’t have to stay all night. You could have gone home.”
“I know but I wanted to.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead.
“Why don’t you go home and get some sleep? You look shattered.”
“In a bit. I’m going on a quest for coffee right now. You want anything?”
“Not sure if can. I’ll be fine. You go.”
He leaned down to kiss her forehead again but this time Niamh moved her head so he kissed her squarely on the lips. “Won’t be long,” he said before leaving.
Niamh watched his muscular figure walk away from her. His tight jeans and white T-shirt made him look absolutely delicious. And that was what got her in trouble from the beginning. From the first day she kissed him while his girlfriend, Sarah, who was also her best friend was away at University, she wanted him. Didn’t love him but wanted him. She had been physically attracted to Blair for as long as she could remember but kept those feelings to herself since he was her best friend’s bloke – until that first kiss and from that point on, couldn’t help herself. Even now, she didn’t know her feelings for him. The sex had been fantastic but was that because Blair was the forbidden fruit? Once everything came out in the open and they had been caught by Sarah, things had changed. The intensity was no longer there. Blair seemed distant, especially after Niamh dropped her pregnancy bomb on him.