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<\/a>Sheryl Browne grew up in Birmingham, UK, where she studied Art & Design. She wears many hats: a partner in her own business, a mother, and a foster parent to disabled dogs. Sheryl has been writing for many years, the road along the way often bumpy. She was therefore thrilled beyond words when Safkhet Publishing<\/a> loved her writing enough to commission her to write for them.\nSheryl’s debut novel, Recipes for Disaster<\/strong><\/em> – combining deliciously different and fun recipes with sexilicious romantic comedy, is garnering some fabulous reviews and has been shortlisted for the Innovation in Romantic Fiction Festival of Romance Award. Sheryl has since been offered a further three-book contract under the Safkhet Publishing Soul imprint. Somebody to Love<\/strong><\/em>, a romantic comedy centering around a single father\u2019s search for love and his autistic little boy, launched July 1. Warrant for Love<\/strong><\/em>, bringing together three couples in a twisting story that resolves perfectly, released August 1 and A Little Bit of Madness<\/strong><\/em> releases Valentine\u2019s Day 2013.<\/p>\n
Take it away, Sheryl!<\/p>\n
Hi Melanie! Thank you so much for hosting me! I\u2019m thrilled to be here on your beautiful site! Today, I\u2019m sharing the fifth of eight excerpts from Warrant for Love<\/strong>. I hope you enjoy! \u00a0Please do leave your comment and (appropriate) suggestions as to what YOU might do if you found yourself in Lee\u2019s situation.<\/em><\/p>\n Love, blackmail, lies, adultery, entrapment. \u00a0<\/em><\/strong> Leanne’s caught her (now) ex cheating on her again, but before she can give him the what-for, she’s wrongfully arrested for soliciting \u2013 by Paul and his partner. One thing leads to another and things could be looking up for Paul, except for Leanne’s friends \u2013 quarrelling mom Nicky and financial goddess Jade \u2013 have it out for her ex.<\/p>\n Leanne wants closure, Paul wants a home, and Nicky and Jade want revenge. Blackmail, lies, adultery, entrapment. Will it all work out in the end or will Paul uphold the law? It sounds like he needs a Warrant for Love.<\/p>\n \u00a0Excerpt:<\/strong><\/p>\n Lee tugged her vest top over her shorts\u2026 jimjams grass-stained she\u2019d discovered\u2026 and perched herself on the edge of her bed.<\/p>\n She tried not to listen to Paul move around in his room. Clunk his wristwatch onto the bedside table. His shoes onto the floor. Unzip\u2026 Ahem.<\/p>\n Lee couldn\u2019t fall into a relationship with him. It would be madness with her emotions flying all over the place and, anyway, Paul had obviously changed his mind.<\/p>\n But, oh, it was torture, knowing he was just the other side of that wall. Reassuring, too, but she couldn\u2019t help wishing there was no wall at all.<\/p>\n She had a quick gulp of water as her errant mind conjured up his handcuffs, then travelled slowly around front and attempted to tiptoe below belt level.<\/p>\n Blooming frustrating, it was.<\/p>\n Ah, well. She kicked off her flip-flops, and would have snuggled under the duvet, had not a great fat spider sat down beside her.<\/p>\n Lee squeaked, terrified, and leapt fast for a flip-flop. It was huge. A house spider as big as the house, with huge, hunched\u2026 scurrying\u2026<\/p>\n \u2018Aaaaargh<\/em>!\u2019<\/p>\n She hit it.<\/p>\n Missed.<\/p>\n It dropped to the floor. Lee sprang on the bed.<\/p>\n \u2018Help!!\u2019 she screamed, woman of substance nowhere in evidence.<\/p>\n In an instant, Paul banged through the door, wearing boxers and not much else. \u2018What? What\u2019s wrong?!\u2019<\/p>\n \u2018I\u2019ve got no shoes on,\u2019 Lee said feebly.<\/p>\n Paul scratched his head. \u2018You\u2019ve got no clothes on.\u2019<\/p>\n \u2018There\u2019s a spider!\u2019 Lee squealed as it scurried towards him.<\/p>\n \u2018Christ, Lee\u2026\u2019 He ran his hand over his neck. \u2018I thought there was someone\u2026 \u2018Oh, blimey.\u2019 Paul backed off. \u2018It is a bit big, isn\u2019t it?\u2019<\/p>\n \u2018Get it!\u2019 Lee danced on the duvet.<\/p>\n \u2018Lee, just calm down.\u2019 Paul skirted around the intruder as it came to rest in the corner. \u2018It won\u2019t hurt you.\u2019<\/p>\n \u2018It\u2019s huge!\u2019<\/p>\n \u2018Lee\u2026\u2019 Paul laughed. \u2018It\u2019s just a spider. It\u2019s probably more scared than\u2026\u2019<\/p>\n \u2018It\u2019s not! I\u2019m arachnophobic! And don\u2019t laugh at me. I can\u2019t help it. I\u2019m sick of apologising for my shortcom\u2026 Oh, my God, it\u2019s moving.<\/p>\n Get it!\u2019 Lee clutched a pillow and a useless flip-flop to her breast and backed up on the bed.<\/p>\n \u2018Okay. Okay.\u2019 Paul said, his voice calm, his face serious. She was petrified, he realised. Pretty in the shorts and vest, but petrified.<\/p>\n He actually wasn\u2019t far off petrified, himself. He hated spiders. \u2018Just stay calm and stay where you are. I\u2019ll get it.\u2019 He headed for the landing.<\/p>\n \u2018Where are you going?\u2019 Lee almost climbed up the wall.<\/p>\n \u2018To get a glass.\u2019<\/p>\n \u2018No-o-o<\/em>. It\u2019ll be gone when you get back. And it\u2019ll creep out again while I\u2019m sleeping. Please get it.\u2019<\/p>\n \u2018I\u2019ll get it. I\u2019ll get it. I promise. Just stay calm.\u2019 Paul tried to reassure her. \u2018Flip flop,\u2019 he said, surgeon-like as he turned to face his own worst nightmare. Under-stair cupboards were crawling with the bloody things. Or that\u2019s how it seemed, if you were four years old, and locked in there with them.<\/p>\n He braced himself, flicked it out of the corner, and flattened it. Felt like a murderer, but flattened it anyway.<\/p>\n Felt pretty good actually. He smiled as Lee flung her arms around him.<\/p>\n \u2018I feel really stupid.\u2019 She sniffled into his shoulder.<\/p>\n \u2018Don\u2019t.\u2019 Paul stroked her hair. \u2018We all have our private demons.\u2019<\/p>\n \u2018It bounced off the bed.\u2019<\/p>\n \u2018Bounced?\u2019 Paul chuckled. \u2018Did it test the springs first?\u2019<\/p>\n \u2018You\u2019re laughing at me.\u2019 Lee pulled away.<\/p>\n \u2018I\u2019m not, Lee.\u2019 Paul pulled her back. \u2018I\u2019m laughing at me. I\u2019m terrified of the buggers.\u2019<\/p>\n Lee blinked up at him. \u2018You are?\u2019<\/p>\n \u2018Yep.\u2019 Paul smiled. \u2018Almost as terrified as I am when I meet some psycho on the streets, but I guess it\u2019s easier to face it than admit it, if you\u2019re supposed to be macho-man.\u2019<\/p>\n Lee scanned his eyes and must have realised he was telling the truth.<\/p>\n \u2018Sorry,\u2019 she said, her face nestled back in his shoulder. \u2018I\u2019d get them myself, if only they\u2019d stand still long enough. They only ever seem to come out when it\u2019s dark, don\u2019t they? When you\u2019re alone.\u2019<\/p>\n \u2018I know.\u2019 Paul pulled her closer, recalling how alone he\u2019d felt in the dark. \u2018Tell you what,\u2019 he said, his mouth close to her ear, his hand tracing the curve of her back, \u2018we\u2019ll get one of those sonic insect repellent things. Innovations sell them, I think.\u2019<\/p>\n \u2018Do they work?\u2019<\/p>\n \u2018Dunno. It\u2019s worth a try though.\u2019 Paul brushed his cheek against her hair. Lee lifted her head, and\u2026<\/p>\n \u2018Hello, Mumsie-wumsie,\u2019 Drew said, from right outside Lee\u2019s door on the landing.<\/p>\n Paul and Lee hastily disengaged.<\/p>\n \u2018Shoot<\/em>.\u2019 Paul hurriedly left, thinking that more prudent than hiding under the bed. \u2018I, er\u2026 \u2018 He raked his hand through his hair as he met Drew\u2019s eyes. \u2018Spider,\u2019 he offered, by way of explanation.<\/p>\n \u2018Ye-es<\/em>.\u2019 Drew looked him up and down. \u2018So, where\u2019s the white charger? Parked next to the Mondeo?\u2019<\/p>\n \u2018Sorry?\u2019<\/p>\n \u2018Word of advice, Paul. Knights don\u2019t do it naked.\u2019<\/p>\n Paul nodded soberly, arms folded over his nakedness. \u2018I guess I\u2019d better go and get dressed. Undressed. Go to bed.\u2019 He coughed and stepped past Drew.<\/p>\n \u2018Good idea.\u2019 Drew clumped onwards. \u2018Oh, incidentally, that\u2019s the airing cupboard.\u2019<\/p>\n \u2018You don\u2019t say.\u2019 Paul closed the door to the linens within.<\/p>\n ****<\/p>\n \u2018Pssst<\/em>,\u2019 Lee hissed, when Drew\u2019s door closed. \u2018Everything okay?\u2019<\/p>\n Paul smiled. \u2018I think he thinks you were after my body.\u2019<\/p>\n Drew yanked his door open and headed for the bathroom. \u2018She is. But only if you promise not to scream.\u2019<\/p>\n \u2018I won\u2019t.\u2019 Paul laughed and risked a step closer to Lee, whose adoring smile made him feel as if he had <\/em>ridden in on a white charger, rather than charged in wearing his boxers.<\/p>\n \u2018Night, Lee,\u2019 he said, running a finger down her nose. \u2018And you\u2019re not alone, by the way. I\u2019m right next door. If you need me, just call.\u2019<\/p>\n Finding footprints on the windscreen for her boyfriend\u2019s car as evidence of his infidelity was worst case scenario for Lee. What would YOURS be?\u00a0 What would you do about it?\u00a0 Witty but NOT too rude suggestions, please.\u00a0 One name will be randomly selected from the blogs taking part to receive a copy of Warrant for Love.<\/strong><\/p>\n Find out more about Sheryl:<\/em><\/p>\n Sheryl\u2019s Website<\/em><\/strong><\/a><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n Safkhet Publishing<\/em><\/strong><\/a><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n Amazon.co.uk<\/em><\/strong><\/a><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n Amazon.com<\/em><\/strong><\/a><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n Author Facebook<\/em><\/strong><\/a>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n Romantic Novelists\u2019 Association<\/em><\/strong><\/a><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n Sheryl is a\u00a0loveahappyending<\/a> <\/strong>featured Author and Editor. <\/em><\/em><\/p>\n Twitter<\/em><\/strong><\/a>: @sherylbrowne<\/em><\/p>\n \n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" But before we get to the excerpt from Sheryl’s novel, a bit about the author, herself… Sheryl Browne grew up in Birmingham, UK, where she studied Art & Design. She wears many hats: a partner in her own business, a mother, and a foster parent to disabled dogs. Sheryl has been writing for many years, … Continue reading Warrant for Love by Sheryl Browne – today’s excerpt<\/span> Warrant for Love<\/em><\/h2>\n
\nThree couples in a twisting story that resolves perfectly.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n![\"\"](\"http:\/\/www.melanierobertson-king.com\/wp02\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/Warrant-for-Love-cover-194x300.jpg\" "\\"Warrant")
<\/a>Life for Paul sounds like your typical country song. He comes from a broken home, his wife is divorcing him, he’s got no place to live, he’s losing custody of his son, and his sergeant, who’s sleeping with his wife, is a loud-mouthed braggart who won’t let up on him \u2013 not even at work.<\/p>\n