Elle Fielding
Bio
Romance writer. Fiction publisher. I serialize books on various platforms. Aussie gal, mum, and wife. I live in fantasyland and invite you to join me there.
Stories (29/0)
Bet Me: Part 11
Knox My mood sours as we walk into the Croaky Seagull, and I see my father sitting in the half full restaurant. When my footsteps slow, Reese must see the direction of my gaze because she rests her hand lightly on my arm. “Do you want to eat somewhere else?”
By Elle Fielding11 days ago in Fiction
Bet Me: Part 10
Reese Neither Knox nor I speak the rest of the way to Gates Crossing. Knox’s map app eventually directs us off the freeway, and after a few quick turns, we reach a newish estate. The house we park outside of is a grey and brown brick two story home. It’s modern, pleasant looking, but not really any different to the rest of the houses in the street.
By Elle Fieldingabout a month ago in Fiction
Bet Me: Part 9
Reese One week later (two weeks till the retreat) The hot and sunny spring day that was forecast by the weather channel seems like an empty promise as I step out of my car. I rub my arms, trying to ward off the chill before reaching into the backseat of my vehicle and pulling out my jacket. After sliding the extra layer on, I lock the door then look across the car park, to where Knox is chatting to CeCe. Just like the first time I realised CeCe planned to pursue Knox, concern and irritation flicker through me.
By Elle Fielding2 months ago in Fiction
Bet Me: Part 8
Knox After the painful dinner is over, I say goodbye to Mara and the children while glaring at my brother, ignoring my father, and forcing a smile for Grace. Once I’m in my car, I head in the direction of the office, knowing work is the only thing that will help me relax and clear my head.
By Elle Fielding2 months ago in Fiction
Bet Me: Part 4
Reese One week later… The following Friday morning, I head for Bob’s office with my second cup of coffee in one hand and my Von Gruber file in the other. I’m still on a high after reading Knox’ latest article in the Melbourne Tribune, and more determined than ever to convince Bob that the board needs to send me to Von Gruber’s marriage retreat.
By Elle Fielding2 months ago in Fiction
Bet Me: Part 5
Knox “Are you still pissed with me about prom night?” It’s the first thing that pops out of my mouth as Reese and I stare at each other. Ten years have passed, yet it’s like I’m eighteen years old all over again as my rival narrows her eyes at me. God, I’ve missed that look. Even when she’s glaring at me, she’s still breath-takingly beautiful.
By Elle Fielding2 months ago in Fiction
Bet Me: Part 2
Reese On the night of the Prom, I walk downstairs five minutes before Knox is due to pick me up. Instead of locking himself in his room and crying after dinner, my father is standing in the living room waiting for me. When he sees me, he smiles gently and takes out the camera he’s holding behind his back.
By Elle Fielding2 months ago in Fiction
