Tia lives in Kent where she teaches the English language by day and wrestles with it by night. She has two boys who claim to ‘quite like’ her writing and a wholly unappreciative cat.

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You had to look somewhere, after all. She let her gaze fall on his hands. His fingers curled around the charcoal, long and tapered; sensitive hands. Of course he’d be sensitive. What artist wasn’t? No wedding ring. His forearms were surprisingly muscular. A clock somewhere was ticking. Her legs were starting to numb. She couldn’t see much of his face… Read it