This is it - I am just about ready to hang up my hat while A Beautiful Struggle goes off for beta reading. I have really loved reliving this story and my mind flits between which character I enjoy the most depending on what was happening in Katrina's life. 

It's been hard choosing excerpts - I want to share parts of the book that I really love but I don't want to give away too much of the story and ruin it all for you. Hopefully I have been choosing parts that are interesting enough without being to vague! 

Remember this is the pre edited copy - plus I am an Aussie so I use UK spelling. 

Here is the last excerpt I will be putting up this week - it's from Chapter 10; In which Elliot and Katrina are leaving work to spend the weekend together. 
The parking garage was about a ten minute walk away, Elliot had texted me that he was on his way down before I left so I was expecting to see him waiting outside the entrance.

“Hey stranger,” he said to me as I got close enough, holding the door open and ushering me through. He took my bag and caught my hand as soon as it clicked shut.

“Thank you,” I said leaning into him, it was so wonderful to be able to touch him again after spending a week near him with nothing more than stolen glance here and there. It made it all the more important to be in as much physical contact with each other when we could.

“I was thinking we could eat Chinese for dinner,” he told me casually.

I couldn’t help myself, “I’m not much of a cannibal Elliot, but if that’s what your into – I’m not going to stop you,” I replied jokingly. Elliot was shaking his head and smiling his amusement at my good natured jibe.

“I thought we might get some take away Chinese food for dinner.”

“Oh Chinese food! I love Chinese food - that would be amazing. I am positively starving!”

Elliot dragged my head towards him and kissed me roughly on the side of it in my hair, I looked at him wondering what that was for and he told me, “Because you’re funny.” 

We stopped at his car and he opened the boot to put my bag inside. He pulled me to him and kissed me passionately, “mmm perhaps I should just have you for dinner,” he murmured as he pulled away.

“Is it as hard for you as it is for me – keeping your hands to yourself?” I asked as we got into the car and started on our way.

“I think it’s harder,” he said looking at me hungrily; it sent shivers through me as my world fell away and I became Elliot focused once more.

We drove straight to Elliot’s flat, not bothering with small talk but instead just luxuriating in the sexual tension that was filling the air between us, arousing and intoxicating. Racing up the stairs to his door, we didn’t even realise that we had left my bag in the boot of his car, our need for each other was too over powering to care about trivial things like clean clothes.

As soon as the locks clicked he turned and took my face in his hands and kissed me, breathing me in as he did so, making feel as if I was melting into his body. He took me by the hand and let me straight to his bedroom, kissing me again as he slowly undid the buttons of my blouse to slide his hands over my bare skin.

Everywhere his hands had been screamed for more as his touch moved on, my body was craving him like he was the sustenance that kept me living. He let my blouse drop to the floor as he guided me over to the bed, unzipping my skirt and sliding it down my legs as he urged me to lie down, propping a pillow under my hips as he removed my panties and positioned himself between my legs on the bed.

“It seems a little unfair that you still have your clothes on,” I spoke, my voice husky with desire.

“You’re still wearing your bra,” he murmured as he started kissing a trail across my stomach, while he teased my opening with his finger.

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