Lauren Clark

Hello I send you this message to tell you that I love your work. I often reread your works. Unfortunately I just saw that you deleted enticedbycurves. I would like to know if it is a permanent or temporary deletion because I would very much like to read it again. Thank you in advance for your reply. have a good day.

Long time no see!
          
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Hey guys! Sorry it's been so long since I last updated; I moved back to Chester for Uni and have been enjoying the moving-in buzz (lots of alcohol) Also lots of work. I plan to update within the week though, so keep an eye out :)

Raz was either in the tower or in the market surrounded by desperate students. Monday mornings were her peak. A new week. Word running of the specifications for every core subject.
          She tightened the handkerchief around her neck. Two knots usually ensured that no loose wisps broke free. Her stall; deception to outsiders. It looked like she sold vitamins. Swallow this, your hair will shine so sharply you’ll be top news on Instagram’s page to fame.
          A short Asian kid: “AQA. Spring 2017. How much?”
          “Subject?”  Raz asked.
           “Maths.”
          An insultive cliché brimmed in the back of her throat. “Two hundred.”
          The kid tensed. “Two?”
          “I didn’t stutter. Do you have it or not? If you do, pay up. Don’t? Move aside, I’ve got a queue.”
          “Will you take one fifty?” 
          Raz: “Next!”
          This one, brunette and busty: “OCR. History. 2017. Here’s the cash.”
           She pulled out a wad of notes and rushed them into Raz’s palm.
          Once counted, she snuck her left hand inside the handkerchief and waited for the requested strand to heat up. She pulled it loose and tucked it inside a clear bag. The brunette snatched it, mumbled a quick thanks, and scurried off reading the strand. Valid for 48 hours. 
          Raz carefully re-tied the handkerchief seconds before the smell of musky cologne surrounded her. She turned to see 6ft of a suited and booted male.
          “Can I help you?”
          His eyes drank her in.
           “Well, do you find yourself capable to help the Prince?”
           “Capable, of course. Willing? Definitely not. Now excuse me, I have a business to run.”
          He stepped closer. “You call helping students cheat their way into University, a business? As the Prince, I can have you cut. The Kingdom will happily take you a prisoner.”
          Someone in the que: “And we’d bail her out, you pompous ass! Get lost, will you? I want my strand.”
          The Prince thrashed out his hands and snatched the handkerchief from Raz’s head, calling in gasps of shock. Her hair cascaded down her back and onto the ground, forming a pile of golden waves on the gritty floor.

Hey guys. Sorry the update took longer than usual. My new job dumped a load of hours on me so I literally had no time to write. I've got two days off now though, so I'm going to make up for it. Check the new chapter out, it's a good'en! :)

Really appreciate your read of Cataindar Lauren!! :-)

Would you guys still like an epilogue for Played By Riggs?

You're an amazing writer

I just wanted to say a little thank you! I find it hard to believe that I've completed yet another story. Played By Riggs was such a gem to write alongside my first year of University, so thank you for showing so much support and love. I will definitely be writing an epilogue. I hope you look forward to my new story, Make It Real, as much as I am :)

Hey if you need a cover please look at my cover requests book.