A New Book From Kirsty Moseley

Here is a new book from one of my favourite authors. Can't wait to get my hands on it.

Title: Poles Apart

Type: Standalone

Author: Kirsty Moseley

Genre: New Adult Romance

Cover Design: Okay Creations

Release Date: November 18th 2014

He’s pole position…

Carson Matthews, the hottest driver ever to hit the MotoGP circuit, is living the carefree, celebrity lifestyle. With little to worry about, other than keeping himself top of the leader board, his favourite weekend pastime is visiting a certain blonde at Angels Gentlemen’s Club.

She’s a pole dancer…

Emma Bancroft, a part-time lap dancer, is just trying to make ends meet. Her responsibilities weigh heavily on her, as does the secret she’s kept from everyone for the last two and a half years.

The two of them are poles apart.

A new full length, New Adult romance from international bestselling author Kirsty Moseley.

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Kirsty Moseley has always been a passionate reader since she was a little girl, devouring books overnight, barely sleeping and paying for it at school the next day. Writing has come similarly to her and once she discovered Wattpad, she finally plucked up the courage to post one of her stories. Seven million reads later, she self-published her debut novel THE BOY WHO SNEAKS IN MY BEDROOM WINDOW, which later became one of 10 Finalists for the 2012 Goodreads' Choice Awards, Best YA Fiction. Shocked and overwhelmed by the response, she published her second novel ALWAYS YOU a few months later.

If she had to sum herself up in one word, it would probably be 'daydreamer' - but unlike most of her school teachers, she doesn't necessarily view that as a bad thing. After all, she read somewhere once that books are like waking dreams....

She lives in Norfolk, England with her husband and son.

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The First Time

I was given a private room with an extra bed. A nurse took me there on a wheelchair and helped me onto the bed. My friend Sush decided to spend the night on the extra bed. He and another friend Joy also decided to stay back in case there was some emergency at night. They decided to sleep on the floor as there were no more beds available.

As I listened to them discussing the plans, my mind wandered to what happened earlier in the evening. Just as I succumbed to sleep, I remembered that before I blacked out, I was on his right side and he had pulled me to the other side.

The following day, friends started pouring in. The doctor said that I would have to undergo a surgery to align the broken arm correctly and attach a steel plate to keep it in place while it heals. In the midst of the chaos and overload of information, I tried to recollect the previous night's events. He had pulled me out of the way and placed himself in danger. After being hit by a bike, he slept on the floor the whole night. Every now and then, he would come to the room with a concerned look and would talk to me and try to cheer me up. I had no words for how I felt.

The next day, I had the surgery and got a full arm cast. By the time I was back, my Dad had also arrived. I recovered from my injuries with time. But I got a very special gift that evening. I found the love of my life. From that day, he has been with me, laughing with me when I am happy and wiping my tears when I am sad. Every morning when I wake up and feel his arms around me, I know that he will always keep me safe. I love him, adore him and look up to him. It has been 13 years since that evening. We have Sunshine in our life now. My biggest wish, no my need is that even if I have nothing, I always want to wake up with his arms around me and his love enveloping me.

The Evening

We had an awesome time on his birthday because he made it all about me and Sunshine. So typical of him. He let me do the things which I had planned for him, but he had planned so much more for us. He is always thinking of his family and friends and ways to make others happy. I guess that is what makes his soul even more beautiful than his physical self.

He put me ahead of himself that evening that changed my life forever. We had gone out with a bunch of friends to celebrate a birthday and were all returning home. Although we had a lot of fun as can be expected of a young bunch of friends who had just started working and were earning good money, we were all tired and eager to get back home. All of us were trying to hail auto rickshaws and it was a bit difficult as it was a busy time. Everybody managed to get into the couple of autos that finally stopped for us and I was the only one left behind. He had a motor bike, so he offered me a ride and I accepted happily. We were crossing the road to the place where his bike was parked and I was immersed in my conversation with him. The next second, everything went black. I do not know how long I stayed that way, but I felt someone pick me up from where I was lying. He was talking to somebody on the phone frantically. I felt my body giving away and my head collapsed on a warm chest and strong hands held me up by my waist so that I do not fall down. There was excruciating pain all over my body, but I felt safe and comfortable in his hold. I protested when I was gently eased to the backseat of a car. I slowly opened my eyes and saw my closest girlfriend sitting next to me. 

I turned left to see the mangled mess that once used to be my arm. I looked up to see his worried face and turned around to see my girlfriend almost in tears or maybe she had wiped away her tears. I said, "I think I broke my arm". All the friends in the car smiled - probably relieved to see that I am fully conscious and am talking again. They took me to a nearby hospital in the taxi and he followed us on his bike. 

I was rushed through x-rays and some other tests and finally they brought me out to the waiting area on a wheel chair. I saw my friends waiting for me and he was pacing behind their seats. He turned around, our eyes met and I couldn't help smiling. I looked at all my friends and continued smiling. Everyone remarked later on that they found it amazing that a person with a badly broken arm, a broken foot and bruises all over could smile like that. I am pretty sure they have all forgotten about it now. But he never forgot my smile that night. He has told me that he carried that image in his heart and it has helped him overcome the darkest moments of his life. 

How did I ever get so lucky to have him think of my one smile that way? I have no answers. But what really left me speechless is how he picked me up that night - for the first time.

His Big Day

His big day is coming up next week. He is the man of my dreams. He is the love of my life.

One day many many years back, in a conference room in a posh hotel, as I sat with a group of people working on our team building activity, I heard a voice dismissing all our ideas as downright childish. I looked up with barely hidden irritation to see someone leaning casually against a table next to the one we were all sitting at. He was tall with a lean but muscular build which was not yet in vogue at that point in time. He looked around the table with his piercing hazel green eyes and his smirk seemed to challenge us to disagree with him. He even had a couple of wing men on either side and looked every bit a playboy. His smirk transformed into an almost-smile when our eyes met and I looked away.

He dragged a chair and sat at our table and started speaking. Within minutes, everybody forgot his obvious display of arrogance and dived deep into discussions about his ideas because they were damned good and he had a way with words and a great sense of humour which made people like him instantly. Later in the day, my girlfriend and I were standing in the corridor outside my room when he saw us and walked towards us. He introduced himself and in a matter of minutes, we were all talking and laughing like old friends.

Our easy friendship continued for many months and we could talk to each other about anything under the sun. There was never any undercurrent or tension between us because despite my initial impression, he was no playboy. In fact, he was the exact opposite of that - a perfect gentleman. He was a charmer alright, but I have never seen him take advantage of anyone. We were like two guys hanging out together, mostly with a bunch of other friends. Until one fateful evening, we had that perfectly platonic friendship which did not require any label.

Back to earth - I am baking a tiramisu cake for him. Not just because he loves tiramisu, but also because tiramisu means 'pick me up'. He picked me up - not just that evening, but every time since, whenever I needed to be saved.