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And if I had to sell a little of my soul to get there, it was a cost I'd gladly pay. Blaze wasn't the only one who could find a way into an impenetrable vessel and make changes on the inside that pushed their way out.



I felt invincible when I made the call I swore I'd never make. He sounded shocked but pleasantly surprised when he answered, his voice bright, so I knew I hadn't woken him.

"Emmeline, are you alright?" I wasn't, not quite yet.

"I'm... Look, I know this is unexpected and I probably have no right to ask, but—"

"Just tell me what you need. I'd do anything for you, you know that."

"I need your help."

Calmly, I explained my plans and justified them completely so he had no reason to think that I was acting on a whim. He agreed that what I wanted was sensible and not unreasonable. We decided to meet in the café I was in to discuss the finer details and set a solid plan for the foreseeable future.





WHEN THE TAXI arrived to take us back to the flat, I left Emmy White behind with my half-drunk cup of coffee. I left her there with all my behaviours and predispositions that had made me become such a weak person. I left her with my morals and my idea of what was 'right'.

I left as Emmeline Tudor, mega-mogul's daughter and heiress to billions, and my life had just begun.





To be continued...


Note from the Author


So here I am, on the day of my twenty-fifth birthday, sending this tale out to you. Of all of the books I’ve written, I think BLAZED reminds me the most of my friends.

I don’t think any of my close friends have a good firm history of mental health. They all have something that makes them a little broken. From borderline personality disorder to depression to pathological liars, I’ve had it all in my life one way or another.

And they are all beautiful. My bitches; you are my Big Bang. Nobody could ask for a better bunch of friends who cry hard and laugh harder. Your loyalty to your fellow f*ck-ups goes above and beyond.



Thank you for the alcohol. Thank you for the coffee. Thank you for the dry wit and sarcasm. Thank you for humouring me when I drivel on about my books. Thank you for being my secular circle of social rejects, nay, my coven. And thanks for the memes. Seriously.



I also have to end some serious kudos out to my hardcore fan Lou Turner, who’s got a lot of people to join in the craziness, and Louise Ebdon, who’s given me some pretty wicked compliments.

And of course, thanks as ever to my proof-readers, Michelle and Lindsay.



You have all played a part in my ability to look back over being twenty-four and honestly say ‘last year kind of rocked’.



Now if I could only find one of these fabulous fictional men of mine for real and make it big by twenty-six.