Blog Tour~ THE BLACK DOOR by Charlotte Howard

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Message from the author
Mums are sexy. There, I said it. We may have children hanging off our arms and legs. We may have muffin tops and stretch marks and cellulite and bags under our eyes. But damn it, we are still sexy. The problem is that society doesn’t want us to be sexy. It wants us to be worn down, glorified chauffeurs and cleaners. I refuse to take that title though. Why? Because I am a woman, and deserve to be respected as such.
The same can be said of Imogen Pearce, the main character in my latest contemporary / erotic romance, The Black Door.
In the beginning, Imogen holds onto a lot of anger. Well, how would you feel if your husband had left you for a younger model, leaving you to raise four children aged between toddler and young adult, and be skimping on the maintenance? Top it off with working for a belligerent asshole of a boss, and surrounded by skinny girls who use their bodies more than their brains to get to where they want to be. Yeah, I’d be pretty peeved too.
Looking in the mirror, she sees what a lot of us do. Everything is heading south, and she has the London Underground of white lines striping her stomach, thighs and butt. Her only piece of sanity is her best-friend and their regular coffee mornings.
Desperate to prove everyone wrong, she happily takes on the account of Sean and Cherry Rubin, a couple known for swinging who own an adult shop called Wicked Ways. It’s not long before Imogen realises that there is much more to Wicked Ways than a simple shop, especially when she discovers the private club at the back called The Black Door.
Secrets are revealed, and Imogen’s trust, loyalty and self worth are all tested. This is a story about self discovery. It’s a love story, but it’s more than that. It’s about older women realising that we deserve a happy ever after just as much as the princesses and poor little rich girls that we read about every day. It’s about understanding that just because we’re mums and exhausted doesn’t mean that we are any less of a woman than we were before the children arrived.
We are mums, and we are sexy.

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Synopsis:

Imogen Pearce is a single mum of four children and fast approaching 40, she works at Ryedale Incorporated where she has to battle a younger and smarter generation to get to where she wants to go. If that means taking on the account of Cherry and Sean Rubin’s adult shop, then she will. But what happens when Imogen discovers the private club that they run at the back? And what happens when she realizes she knows quite a few members?

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Excerpt:
Men. All the bloody same.
My mind traced back to the day I had given up on one-sided monogamous relationships.
The children were at school or work, and the sun was beating down. It was a glorious day, and I had decided to go home for lunch, rather than spend it in a stuffy office.
I pulled up outside the house and a fleeting thought passed through my mind when I saw Connor’s car sitting in the driveway. My husband of eighteen years had had the same idea.
I crept into the house, hoping to surprise him. But, it turned out that his idea had involved a slutty bottle-blonde.
I wanted to blame the events that followed on a red mist descending over me. The truth is that in the time it took for my mind to register that some tart was riding my husband in what I later found out was known as reverse cowgirl, my mind had calculated the necessary response.
The skank lost a good handful of bleached hair, roots and all. I allowed her to gather her clothes and watched as she tugged her pants on whilst running out of the house. If nothing else, the neighbours got a good show.
Connor yelled at me. But his words were drowned out by the blood pumping in my ears. I marched back up the stairs and into his little study. Opening the window, I saw Miss Slut stood in the middle of the road, screeching obscenities at me. I looked at the Ferrari in our driveway and smiled.
I think his Xbox enjoyed its first and final flying lesson as it sailed out of the window. The fact that it landed in the bonnet of his prized mid-life crisis proved that Karma does exist.
Connor. Holly.
I made a mental note of the two names at the top of my imaginary hit list.
I blinked and I was back in the boardroom.

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Author bio and links

British author Charlotte Howard, was born in Oman and spent much of the first part of her life flitting between Oman, Scotland, and England. Now settled in Somerset, Charlotte lives with her husband, two children, and growing menagerie of pets.
Her career as a writer began at an early age, with a poem being featured in an anthology for the East Midlands. Since then Charlotte has written many short stories and poems, and finally wrote her first full-length piece of fiction in 2010.
During what little spare time she has, Charlotte enjoys reading and writing (of course), spending time with her family, and watching action movies whilst eating curry and drinking tea.
Charlotte is an active member of Yeovil Creative Writers.
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