Indigo Bloome Collection: The Avalon Trilogy: Destined to Play, Destined to Feel, Destined to Fly
An intensely charged erotic journey, this trilogy is perfect for anyone who was seduced by 50 Shades of Grey.Destined to Play – When 37-year-old psychologist, Alexandra Blake, meets up with Dr Jeremy Quinn – the man who opened her eyes and body in ways she never thought possible – she is stunned when he offers her an extraordinary proposition. But she soon finds herself seduced into a level of surrender – and danger – she could never have imagined.Destined to Feel – Alexandra Blake’s erotic journey has seen her explore her innermost sexual fantasies and pushed her boundaries to their limit. But her world is plunged into uncertainty when she is abducted in London and finds herself caught up in a dangerous game. How far will Alexandra be willing to go to satisfy her curiosity and her desires? Is this a game too far, or is there still everything to play for…Destined to Fly – Alexandra has returned to the world after her captivity and is left feeling a heady mix of emotions. Strangely empowered, her euphoria becomes tainted by fear, forcing her to acknowledge how the decisions of her past will now determine her future… At last she will discover what freedom truly means and finally understand the real purpose of the role she was always destined to play.
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Indigo Bloome Collection: The Avalon Trilogy
Indigo Bloome
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2014
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Ebook Edition © December 2014 ISBN: 9780008115357
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Contents
Destined To Play
Indigo Bloom
For my mum, whose unconditional love, support and nurturing since birth has enabled me to live my dreams many times over.
‘Do you ever feel like you were destined to play?’
‘Only in my dreams …’
Contents
Preface
If I had known then what I know now, would it be any different?
I’m not sure why or how my life changed so dramatically so fast, yet it continues as if nothing has changed at all. It began with one weekend that perhaps, in hindsight, should never have happened, but deep in my soul I have a vague nagging that it was always meant to be …
This leaves me embroiled within a psychological and sexual tornado that landed without any advance warning or forecast — or maybe I just missed the signs? Either way, what has happened, has happened, what will be, will be. I just don’t know how it will end, or whether I will survive the journey.
Part I
‘No ordinary work done by a man is either as hard or as responsible as the work of a woman who is bringing up a family of small children; for upon her time and strength demands are made not only every hour of the day but often every hour of the night.’
— Theodore Roosevelt
I’m pretty sure I have everything organised for the family before I walk out the door.
Kids’ bags packed.
Extra food prepared.
Outdoor gear organised.
Jordan and Elizabeth are going on their first wilderness expedition for a week with all the dads charged with helping out given the nature of outdoor activities they will be pursuing. Great idea from a mother’s perspective, but we all know in our hearts we will miss them from the first night they are away. The kids were devastated when the expedition was almost cancelled due to a lack of funding and support for the Tasmanian Wilderness Foundation. Thankfully, some last-minute sponsorship from the Fathers4Kids program enabled the expedition to take place after all. The kids are so excited. Actually when I think about it Robert, my husband, seems more awakened and engaged by this adventure than I have seen him in years. Must have something to do with men and their exploring tendencies — the mysteriousness of the confounding thylacine providing the perfect avenue — or maybe he is just happy to be away from me. Either way, he’s excited too and they haven’t been able to sleep in anticipation of the great adventure traversing the west coast of Tasmania’s wilderness in search of the elusive Tasmanian tiger.
I’ve decided to make the most of the children’s absence from my life to complete a series of lectures I had been deferring for the last few months until the ‘time felt right’, so I’m preparing to fly to Sydney, Brisbane, Perth and Melbourne to deliver my latest findings to postgraduate students, academics and other professionals in their given field of expertise.
I now really need to focus on getting myself organised for the first lecture this afternoon in Sydney. Mentally, I go through my checklist — I have my notes, slides, discussion themes, workshop challenges, laptop and mobile phone, so all good. I am still fascinated by the research I have been conducting on visual stimulation and its impact on the development of perception and even now I find my mind wandering off and becoming lost in my work, considering a different spin on some of the provocative challenges I have developed for the lectures …
All of a sudden, I become intensely aware of butterflies in my stomach, so much so, I have to lean against the kitchen bench to steady myself. How strange; I never usually get nervous before giving lectures, quite the opposite, as I really enjoy it. The challenge of engaging new minds, intellects sparring with one another on a quest for deeper, broader knowledge — fantastic! But where on earth are these butterflies coming from?
