Romance writer Chloe Thurlow

Literary romance

Losing My Virginity Over and Over Again

He turned the video lens to face the bed. I wasn’t watching him, I was drawn to the eye of the camera, struck by its ability to capture this moment. There was doubt and confusion in my head, fear too. I would think about it all later. I would remember always. But now, I laid back on the white bed and watched as he removed his shirt, his jeans, his

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Dressing and Writing for Confidence

Dressing and writing for me are connected by confidence. We dress to feel confident. Confidence is the first rule of writing. When confidence goes, the words gather in unruly mobs and we dress in our armour to do combat. Armour for a woman is not burnished steel, but silk and chiffon. We take the ‘r’ from armour. We believe in  amour; satin and lace. It is the clothes that cover us that

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The Only Way is Forward

When I gave up my job describing interiors for a magazine, my Mother told me not to ‘burn my bridges,’ and I started to wonder if that is sound advice. Once burnt, there is no way back. You have crossed the Rubicon, the Styx, the Thames, for that matter. The landscape is new, terrifying. The only way is forward. A friend of mine who paints abstracts lost all of her

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Review: The Winter Girl

The Winter Girl by Elodie Parkes My rating: 5 of 5 stars There is nothing more claustrophobic than a small country town. It’s like living in a large tent on an eternally black night in the middle of nowhere. You are afraid to leave and suffocated if you stay. That’s how Lily Prescott feels. Lost and stuck, both at the same time. Bruised still from a broken relationship, she had

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Running Naked in a Mask

I will be running naked in a mask, she thought. This was thrilling and terrifying. Incredible. It was what she wanted. They drove through the damp streets with the sun falling behind the tall anonymous buildings on the edge of the city. The mask was the head of a gazelle. She wore the usual choker at her throat, straps at her wrists. The mask fitted so perfectly to her scalp it was

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Review: Back to School

Back to School by Dylan Cross My rating: 5 of 5 stars Dylan Cross likes to give his female protagonists names that begin with the letter K – and I can see why. There is something emotive in the shape, something both spiky and sensual. Here, we find Kristi waiting for her niece, Katie, to finish school – Kristi’s old high school with its familiar smells and dreamy reminiscences. Kristi

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Trilby – Beauty Without Talent

Trilby by George du Maurier My rating: 4 of 5 stars Beauty Without Talent From school with strict cheerless nuns to university, where I came under the severe hand of my tutor, I identified with the eponymous Trilby the moment I opened the pages of George du Maurier’s novel of domination and submission, a book with an undercurrent of eroticism that can only have slipped by the censors by its

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Review: Bitter Fruits

Bitter Fruits by Sarah Daltry My rating: 5 of 5 stars Nora loves two brothers, Caleb and Alec, who carry in their hearts black fists of hatred, each for the other, a enmity like a welded chain that reaches back across the vast wastes of eternity and can never be broken. Like Cain and Abel, one brother is destined to slaughter the other. Nora has only weapon that might save

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Self-Closing Door & Chaos Theory

Self-closing Door  A self-closing door needs no bolt – Lao-Tau. Chaos theory – the branch of mathematics that deals with complex systems whose behaviour is highly sensitive to slight changes in conditions, so that small alterations can give rise to strikingly great consequences. Lao-tzu – 604 BC, reputed author of the Tao Te Ching, a contemporary of Confucius, founder of Taoism, is enigmatic to the point of abstraction. You do not need

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Free Spirits Defy Death for Sex

Our brain is a circuit board with neurons and terminals ready to be wired. We are born free spirits, then programmed to obey our parents, to tell the truth, pass exams, pursue and achieve, love and propagate, age and fade unfulfilled and uncertain what it has all been for. We swallow the operating system with our mother’s milk and sleepwalk into the forest of consumer illusion craving shoes, houses, cars,

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Working and Writing – the Ultimate Juggling Act

Working and writing don’t go together. Working takes up so much time. You have to get up every morning, slap on makeup, rush off on the tube to some office and spend your day doing stuff you don’t want to do and for what: to earn a crust to pay the bills. It’s like oil and water. Working and writing doesn’t mix. Worst of all, when you are working it makes

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Almost A Virgin But Not Quite

I’m almost a virgin but not quite. I started a blog, stopped like a lazy slut, and started again because my web wizard Bradley told me good blogs are better than bad sex and, if  you want to get ahead, you must have a blog. And keep it up. Update regularly. Like every day. Comment on other blogs. Leave links. Insert links. Links are the lifeblood of the internet, the

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