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"Dark Secrets" by Alan G Brown.

 

Genre: Tainted Love Pages: 256 Written: 2009 A teenaged young man, a teenaged young woman, and a summer vacation without parents. Result: a teenaged holiday romance. Simple – or is it? Jeff is white, Jasmine is black, and the time is the mid-60s, so pressure from society is against them already. Yet those are simple distractions compared to their other problems. Love could keep them together, but society breaks them apart. Their paths converge a quarter century later when Jeff has a passionate affair with Helena. Can they survive not only the pressures from society, and the discovery that Helena is Jasmine's niece, but also the dawning true reason for Jasmine breaking off their original romance?     Available as an unsigned (Casewrap) Hardback (£19.75) from Lulu: Or as an unsigned Paperback (£7.90) from Lulu:

 

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Extract: Chapter 1 1967 This was first day of the first holiday without having his parents presiding over his every move, and he had just blown his first chance to get laid. Girls were like London buses. None for ages, then two come along together. Jeff blamed his hesitancy on surprise rather than lack of nerve. He had expected to settle in, have a meal, then for him and Ralph to go on the town this evening. Down a couple of drinks, then pick up the first likely pair of girls they saw. Buy them a drink, have a dance, and back to the caravan for some hot necking. A perfect start to a perfect holiday.    Plans always have a way of going wrong. Instead of taking their time and getting a meal cooked, Ralph had insisted on dumping everything from their rucksacks into whatever drawer and cupboard space was available, then finding a fish and chip shop. Ralph looked like he had just finished a hot soak and put on clean clothes, instead of dishevelled after a day’s travel in a smoky carriage. Even his Tru-gel quiff looked perfect. Ralph never used Brylcream because it left too much grease on his steel comb. As his friend strode from the caravan, Jeff had quickly licked his fingers and tried to smooth his curling, light-brown hair back into place before following. If he had known the extent to which this holiday would change his life, and that events would return to haunt him later in life, he might have hesitated. Yet would he want to change anything?

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