My Wife and Girlfriend is the new erotic suspense novel by Goran Radanovic

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Having a son is Warren’s biggest dream, which shatters when he finds out that his wife can’t have children. He meets a stripper, Gisele, who is luscious, fertile and open to Warren’s charms. Their friendship leads to them getting closer and opens the door to trouble in Warren’s marriage.

Warren is caught in a compromising position, forced to choose between his wife and starting a family. The solution he comes up with seems perfect for everyone but ends up hurting everyone.

Below is an excerpt of the first chapter:

“No!” she screamed as two bodies thudded the floor. I dashed into the lounge.
DOOF! The gunshot echoed around the room. The third person ran out as blood dripped on the floor.


My wife and I met at a shopping centre four years ago. The square buzzed from the shoppers who snapped their heads left and right, deciding which shop front looked the most enticing to enter. The patrons’ chattering at the restaurants surrounding the square made the area noisier, and I squinted while looking at the sun’s reflection on the windows.

Loneliness had forced me to go out and meet women. The first five either walked away without letting me finish my sentence or looked around as I spoke to them. My affirmations of being loveworthy had run their course, so I sat at a coffee shop after another three rejections had drained my enthusiasm to persist.

I watched couples walk past and thought about the type of woman who would accept my quirkiness. I wondered what she would think of me playing chess with a computer or that I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life. She would have to be fine with me believing that animals shouldn’t be inside the house and that Saturdays were for sports. Finding her seemed impossible.

A waiter pursed his lips as he stood at the table next to me, looking at a patron rifling through her purse to find a card that worked. He swiped the card that she handed to him, and it was declined with the same quickness as the previous two.

“I’m sorry,” she muttered, cheeks flushing. “I don’t know what’s going on with my cards. My husband and I are busy sorting them out with the bank.”
“Can you pay with cash?” asked the waiter.
“I don’t have any in my purse. The cash should be on the cards.”
“I’ve tried every card that you’ve given me. I need you to settle this
bill. If you don’t, my manager is going to make me pay. I need that
money.”
She picked up her bag and rummaged through it. The child sensed her mother’s anxiety and sobbed.
The mother put the bag on the floor, grabbed the girl, pressed her head against her chest and then rocked her.
“Excuse me,” I said to the waiter.
“Yes.”
I beckoned him over. “How much is the bill?”
“Two hundred and thirty rands.”
“Swipe two-fifty.”
The mother looked at me with her lips pressed against the child’s head. Her head perked up as the slip rolled out of the machine.
“Thank you, sir,” said the waiter.
“Thank you very much,” said the woman. “You really didn’t have to do that. That was so kind of you.”
“It’s not a problem. I know raising kids can be expensive. There’s all that wine you have to drink.”
A smile flitted across her face as her eyes sparkled. “Thanks again,” she said as she picked up the bag, her daughter still in her arms.
I watched them walk away and felt happy for making her day easier.
A woman with two friends appeared from around the corner. Her blonde, glistening hair was shoulder-length, and she wore a pink shirt and tight black pants. The black heels heightened her by five centimetres, and the way she smiled revealed that she was slow to anger. Her skin complemented her hair colour, and her glistening teeth made her smile more attractive.

She walked past me, and my heart raced as I watched her walk away. The opportunity I had waited for my whole life dwindled. I sprung off the chair and shouted, “Wait!”
The people within hearing distance snapped their heads at me and gawked as I walked towards the most beautiful woman I had seen. She realised that I was approaching her and glanced at her friends for protection. I shoved my hands into my pockets to hide the trembling and licked my dry lips. The lady to my left smiled to acknowledge my bravery as I walked past her. I stood in front of my dream woman, my bottom lip quivering as she stared at me.
“Hi. You’re like an angel, whose glow pervades the vicinity she occupies,” I said.
I cringed on the inside. Her friend rolled her eyes to confirm that it was the worst pickup line I could have used. She smiled, and her shoulders dropped as her pupils dilated.
“It’s fine,” she said to them.
My heartbeat slowed as I watched them walk away. “By the way, I’m Warren.”
“Nice to meet you. I’m Mandelin.”
Such an angelic name. “I know this is random, but I wanted to say hi. I couldn’t let this opportunity pass me by.” She smiled. “What are you up to?”
“I came to buy a blazer for my brother.”
“That’s nice of you. He can’t do it himself?”

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