Unlucky for some.
The woman I loved left me on the thirteenth.
Thirteen months of living together and she walked out the door without looking back, straight into another man’s arms.
She was kind enough to leave something to remind me of her: thirteen thousand pounds worth of debt.
Thirteen; the day I lost my nuts.
Well, I didn’t lose them, cancer took them from me. Better to be a man without balls than one without life.
Still, thirteen sucked… until it didn’t.
Thirteen might just be my new lucky number.
*Thirteen is book #4 in the ‘Love by Numbers’ series. It is interconnected but can be read as a standalone.*
Avid reader and mother of 3, I previously worked in human resource management prior to becoming a stay at home carer and advocate for families of children with special needs.
I have been writing since childhood, the bookworm gene an abnormal manifestation as no-one else in my family is obsessed with books. I’m happy to say I have passed this gene on to my youngest child who has been devouring books since the very day she could hold one in her hand
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