SoSensational’s very own co-founder Jan Shure has a book out. It is called “If Not For You”, and is available as a paperback at £9.99, and also on Kindle, at £3.99.
To quote the jacket blurb: “This is a story of love, loss, desire and of love rekindled…” and is described by readers as a page-turner.
It is the story of a beautiful baby-boomer, Belle, whose life takes many interesting turns until a bizarre twist of fate lead her to a series of painful dilemmas.
Set between 1967 and 1994, it is a novel every woman and especially every baby-boomer will want to read. It is filled with romance, heartbreak and passion.
Broadcaster Nick Ferrari said of it: “”More twists than a set of Brexit talks … and definitely a lot more sex!”
Author and former Cosmo editor Linda Kelsey called it: “A perceptive, passionate and suspenseful romance.”
Others who have read it have left great reviews on Amazon, including these comments: “This is a great read telling of a tremendously passionate love story with an interesting and unusual twist… you would definitely say it’s a page-turner.”
And: “I’m drained; don’t know whether it was all the emotion or all the sex, but it really was a page-turner. So much happening in three different countries. And then there were all the gorgeous clothes! A heart-stopping finale too.”
And also: “A wonderful story …I couldn’t put it down and read it in just two days. A book I’ll remember for years to come.”
Here is a taste:
“…Stefan pulled a handful of loose change from his pocket and counted it.
“I’m really sorry. All I’ve got is a half-crown, and two bob. Will 4/6 do? Or I could drop round the extra tomorrow.”
The boatman looked at Stefan and Belle and seemed to make a decision.
“Oh forget it. You two were obviously having a good time. Have the last hour on me.”
Stefan thanked him profusely and Belle gave him a dazzling smile. She linked arms with Stefan and they walked away over the wooden bridge. As she walked she asked quietly:
“Don’t you have any more cash?”
“Yeah, I’ve got a ten-bob note, but we have no food, and I was hoping to pool resources with you and buy a bottle of wine to have with our bread and cheese.”
“Why bread and cheese?”
“Oh, you know, Omar Khayyam, ‘A loaf of bread a flask of wine and you’.”
Belle chuckled:
“’Thou,’ actually. ‘A loaf of bread, a flask of wine and thou.”
He laughed.
“Okay, ‘thou’. I also thought cheese would be an improvement on the original. We need the protein.”
Their destination was a small grocer’s shop which had been recently taken over by a family from Bengal who were setting a new trend by running their shop for the convenience of their customers, opening late in the evenings and on Sundays, which was why Belle and Stefan were going there.
Belle picked up a wire basket from a stack near the door and wandered to a shelf where bread rolls were piled up.
She asked Stefan: “How many rolls shall I get?”
“Whatever…”
“How hungry are you?”
“Fairly….”
Belle growled.
“You are no help whatsoever. I’ll get three: two for you; one for me.”
“No. Get six. I may have a couple for supper, and another one later, and if there are any left we can have them for breakfast.”
Belle transitioned from amusement to annoyance. “How come, a second ago, you had no view? Then the moment I made a decision, it was not the right quantity.”
Stefan was also short-tempered.
“Wait a minute. Why are you getting so worked up about a few lousy bread rolls?”
“It’s not the bread rolls, it’s the principle, Stefan. If you have a view on the quantity, state it when asked, or leave it to me.”
He saluted. “Yessir. So sorry, I didn’t realise shopping was a feminist issue. I’ll tell you what, why don’t I leave the shopping entirely to you… Here’s my contribution.”
Stefan handed her a crumpled ten-shilling note.
Belle snatched it and told him to wait outside. She marched down the cluttered, narrow aisle of the little shop and 10 minutes later she emerged, carrying a white plastic carrier bag.
Stefan was sitting on the pavement resting against a lamp-post.
“Idiot. Get up.”
“Yes ma’am, anything you say, ma’am.”
She helped him up and when he pretended to lose his balance, she allowed him to fall into her and kiss her. She again wrapped her arm through his and they resumed their journey.
“What’s in there, then?”
“It’s a surprise. Wait till we get home… Hungry?”
“Incredibly hungry. Ravenous even.”
As he said the words he looked at her with such unambiguous desire, it was like an electric current hitting her…”
To read more, find the paperback and the Kindle version here.
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