Afterglow by Catherine Coulter

Author:Catherine Coulter [Coulter, Catherine]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
ISBN: 9780778323679
Publisher: MIRA
Published: 1987-01-01T16:00:00+00:00

Afterglow

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Coming Next Month

Chapter 1

“L ook, George, I’m not all that bored. And what do you do with a man, anyway?” Chelsea broke off abruptly at George’s literal belly laugh.

George was eight months’ pregnant.

“All right, so Elliot did do something.”

“At the very least, something,” George agreed. “Stop a minute, Chelsea, I’ve got to move around a bit. The kiddo is growing restless.”

Chelsea watched her beautiful friend ease her way to the edge of the chair, shove off using the arms and achieve a less than dignified upright stance. “There! Goodness, another month of this! I’ll tell you, Chelsea, I think it would do men some good if they had to go through this.” She patted her stomach and began her slow trek around the living room. “I swear the kid’s going to be a drummer.”

“Have you and Elliot decided what to name it?”

“It? No, whatever it’s going to be, it still has no name. I told him if he didn’t come up with something soon that I could agree with, I’d leave the state, have the kid and name it Lance or Brigitte.”

Chelsea laughed. “Perfect hero and heroine names,” she said.

“Come now, Chels, you’ve never had a Lance in any of your novels, have you?”

“Well, no, not that outrageous. But my Alex and Delaney and Brent, not to mention my Anthony, are alive and well, at least in my imagination.”

“Don’t forget that medieval hunk Graelam of yours!”

“Wasn’t he a marvelous MCP?”

“At least your heroine broke him in the end. And I’ll just bet after you got him domesticated on page four hundred and fifty, he became a total bore.”

“True enough,” Chelsea said, and sighed. “There’s not a man around today to compete with his sublime nastiness, but he did live in the thirteenth century, George. He could hardly have been into sensitivity training. Too bad, but we’ll never know what happened to his eternal love for his wife after, say, ten years or so.”

“They probably both croaked from not bathing,” George said.

“Not true. I did have them bathe regularly, and I’ll tell you, I felt guilty about it. No more medieval novels for me, except, you know, there was this secondary male character, and my fans seem to like him quite a bit—”

“All right, I’ve got the picture,” George said, grinning down at her friend. “Another macho medieval hero in the works.”

“And like Graelam, he’ll be great in bed.”

“All your heroes are, Chelsea. Now, my dear, let’s get back to the present, where men shower and shave every morning. There are good men out there, Chels. I found Elliot, didn’t I?”

“He’s a throwback,” Chelsea said, “to the best of my heroes.”

“Oh, come on, Chelsea! Here you are finished with a book and at loose ends for how long—a week?—before you hit the computer grindstone again.”

“Yeah,” Chelsea agreed. “I sent off an outline for the next one yesterday, and I need to do some historical medical research before I start this one.

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