Mills And Boon For The Punk Generation

EXTRACT FROM MY NOVEL Flinging her arms round my neck, my wife Taylor began kissing me passionately. "Come on, babe, let`s go upstairs,` she said. `OK` I murmured. Only, as we climbed the stairs, my desire evaporated. Taylor was stunning. We`d been together 15 years, and I`d always fancied her.