Christine Stovell

There are no guarantees with love,_ her father said, reading her mind. __ou can__ hold some of it back, like a deposit, so you can get your money back if something goes wrong. You have to give yourself wholeheartedly, whatever the cost.

Coralie Casey was the kind of woman calories were made for; that dewy peaches-and-cream complexion, glossy cherry lips, the succulence of her body beneath that orange, silky dress. A cornucopia of curves, you could say, except it was probably better not to think about horns of plenty.

Outside, the sunlight had turned pale lemon, but the studio remained cool. The white walls and white-tiled splashback behind the sink were made more clinical by the metal tables which looked as if they__ originally been intended for use in an operating theatre. Even though they were laid out with brushes and paints rather than forceps and retractors, the effect was equally daunting; both sets of tools could open you up in strange and unexpected ways.

He__ been a bit grumpy since Potato Day.__he heard Gethin choke back a laugh.__e set up an all-day workshop on all things potato after reading up about successful winter events at other nurseries,_ she went on, unable to hide her own amusement. __t was a terrible failure. Hardly anyone turned up apart from our poet, Wilfie, who wrote a Potat-Ode to celebrate the occasion.

Kitty waved her free hand to show that she was ok, although she was very tempted to stand over one of Adam__ window-washing puddles and pretend her waters had broken just to see what he would do.

I believe in making my potential models comfortable,_ he explained when she shot a surprised look at him. ____ considerate, unlike some artists who bend their sitters into difficult positions and expect them to stay there for hours. My demands are entirely reasonable.__or a moment, her libido got interested in his demands. What would it be like to listen to the soft caress of his voice as he told her how he wanted her? To have those midnight-blue eyes roam over every inch of her body? To be passive, helpless, whilst he did whatever he pleased?

She had offered to drive, not least because it would have given her some control over the evening, but Gethin had raised an eyebrow and told her he liked a more comfortable ride. She assumed it was a reference to her van rather than some frank over-sharing.

[while dancing] The man who was supposed to be her new partner had taken the caller__ final instruction to extremes. From the way Adam__ mouth was locked against Kitty__ he seemed to be anticipating not a temporary split but a lengthy separation. More of a French Fancy than a farmer__ fancy, thought Coralie.