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Monday, March 21, 2016

Welcoming Andrew Richardson, Author of The Bank Manager

Andrew Richardson is one of the more prolific writers I know, turning out a supernatural horror or Celtic fantasy novel a year, plus several short stories. He is also one of the most versatile, and his LGBT erotic short stories are largely fine examples of contemporary women's fiction but also include horror and dark fantasy.

Andrew writes almost exclusively in the female point of view, and he does it masterfully.  I haven't read The Bank Manager yet, but am sure it will not disappoint.

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Kerry-Jane needs a car, but her nerves on edge as she waits to meet the bank manager for a loan. She is put at ease when she meets the pretty blonde manager named Dawn. Both women are eager to flirt, but how far will Kerry-Jane go to lower her interest rate?

The door opened.
Kerry-Jane jerked around.
The blonde’s bob and navy blue suit were formal, but her sparkling eyes and genuine grin were more relaxed. The beginning of lines at the corners of her eyes and mouth and the tints in her hair added sophistication.
Kerry-Jane’s nerves twitched as she returned a smile.
The other woman offered her hand. “Hello. I’m Dawn. Dawn Lincoln. You must be Miss MacLeod.”
Kerry-Jane tried not to let her voice waver. “Yeah. I’ve come to talk about a loan.” She shook the offered hand. It was warm and soft, and Kerry-Jane was surprised when Miss Lincoln held on for a moment longer than she needed to.
Miss Lincoln’s eyes flicked to Kerry-Jane’s cleavage before returning to her face. The blonde held the door to her office open and waved toward a big chair beyond a thick, oak desk. The computer monitor and telephone looked out of place in the old-fashioned room. “Please, Miss MacLeod, take a seat.”
As Kerry-Jane walked around the desk, her fingertips brushed over the oak and the deep burgundy leather set into its surface. She noticed the gentle squish of the thick, burgundy carpet beneath her shoes.

Author Bio:

Andrew Richardson live within easy reach of Stonehenge and other historical places whose regal solitude provides a clear mind for working out plot difficulties and story ideas.

Most of Andrew's work falls squarely into the horror or historical fantasy/horror genres, but he also writes some erotica so his characters can have some fun for a change instead of being scared out of their wits. He violently dislikes laptops, so adopts the old and quaint approach of typing with a desktop, which at least has a screen big enough to avoid the need to squint.

Andrew has a background in archaeology and has worked on sites in England, Scotland and Wales. It's not really a surprise that much of his work reflects this interest and experience.

When he's not writing or working Andrew follows Aldershot Town Football Club and takes long walks over rugged countryside.

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