I imagine it would be in the Mills & Boon section - you know those trashy novels. I must admit I'd give it a read. I always like to do the "first paragraph test" and see how the intro grabs me. I might bring out a book myself soon. It will go something like this.
Donna Stalker deposited her bag on the kitchen table with a controlled sense of urgency. The Lemsip sachet was torn open and the powder hydrated with boiling water. Soon she had her face over the cup and was inhaling the lemony vapours. She flicked back her highlighted red hair and took a gulp of the lemony liquid. Her throat hurt and the acid from the drink was too much to bear. She upset her lilac mug and watched the yellow, scalding hot liquid whirl down the plughole. Alone in the conservatory her soul felt barren and desolate. A negative comment on Twitter had hurt her feelings and she just wanted to lash out. But she had a plan. She was the wolf in sheeps' clothing and was going to plan and execute her revenge through stealth, all at a date and time of her own choosing. She squeezed her midriff, squashing her fingers in the dimpled, lumpy cellulite. Although she'd written a book about slimming, she was no beanpole. As a middle-aged woman things had started to bag, sag and wrinkle. "They've taken my YOUTH away!" she screamed, and with that she hurled a Pyrex jug at the wall, shattering it into thousands of smokey-coloured glass shards. Like the jug, she was shattered. But she was a woman, a woman who needed to feel loved, wanted, feminine, sensual. She had so much, yet she had so little. It had been a long time since she'd sunk that low.
