As many of my conversations with the lovely Jo Myles on Facebook seem to involve the joys and tribulations of biscuit dunking. I thought it would be fun to share a little extract with you from my latest novel, Not Just Friends.
Not Just Friends is about two first year students at the University of Bristol who share a flat in halls of residence. In this scene Lewis is having a love-life crisis—over Max, his flatmate—and has gone to see his friend Amanda for some tea and sympathy (well, technically hot chocolate and sympathy).
Lewis jumped up to help Amanda as she pushed her way back through the door with a mug in each hand and a packet of biscuits hanging from between her teeth.
“Thanks.” She grinned as he took the biscuits from her and cleared some space on the little table beside her bed for the mugs.
“So,” Amanda said, once they’d made themselves comfortable again—side by side on the bed, with mugs and biscuits in hand. “Have you talked to Max yet?”
Lewis shook his head, timing the dunking of his biscuit perfectly. It was exactly the right amount of soggy, but didn’t break off into the mug. “No,” he replied through his mouthful of chocolaty biscuit. “I’ve honestly hardly seen him. If you’re dedicated, it’s amazing how easy it is to avoid someone who lives in the room next door to you. I’ve only really been around him when the others are there, so there’s no chance to talk about anything personal. But what is there to say anyway?” He shrugged. “There’s nothing to discuss, so there’s no point going over it again. We’re just mates, we hooked up. That’s all. It’s a bit awkward, but we’ll get over it.” He paused, dunking the second half of his biscuit carefully. “Well… I’ll get over it. He seems fine.” Lewis thought he’d done a very good job of not sounding bitter, but then his biscuit disintegrated into his mug and gave him the perfect excuse to curse a little more viciously than the occasion demanded. “Fuck it all!”
Poor Lewis–it’s always risky when you overdunk. But some people (my kids for example) actually enjoy the biscuit sludge at the bottom of a mug after a dunking disaster. I think they let them break on purpose sometimes so they can eat the gooey bits with a spoon at the end.
Hot chocolate with digestive biscuits dunked in it is one of my favourite beverage-biscuit combos, but I’m not very keen on dunking biscuits in tea because I hate sweet tea. Are you a dunker? If so – what’s your favourite type of biscuit, and what do you like to dunk them into? Please let me know in a comment below!
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Leaving home to go to university is an exciting phase in anyone’s life. One that’s full of new places, new friends, and new experiences. But Lewis is not prepared for the sudden and intense crush he develops on his out-and-proud flatmate, Max—given that Lewis had always assumed he was straight. Max starts dating another guy, and Lewis’s jealousy at seeing them together forces him to confront his growing attraction.
When Max’s relationship goes awry, Lewis is the one to comfort him and one thing leads to another. But after a night together, Lewis is devastated that Max wants to go back to being just friends. Lewis tries his best to move on and their friendship survives, but the feelings he has for Max don’t go away. He faces other challenges as he deals with coming out to his parents, and needs Max’s support more than ever. But Lewis isn’t the only one who’s conflicted. When Max finally admits he cares for Lewis too, Lewis must decide whether he dares risk his heart again on being more than just friends.
Jay lives just outside Bristol in the West of England, with her amazing, occasionally ridiculous husband, two noisy-but-awesome children, and two cats.
She comes from a family of writers, but she always used to believe that the gene for fiction writing had passed her by. She spent years only ever writing emails, articles, or website content. One day, she decided to try and write a short story–just to see if she could–and found it rather addictive. She hasn’t stopped writing since.
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