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In the Deep End – Contemporary fiction
“This book is a superb piece of work: an incredibly sensitive and perceptive insight into both the female and male emotional psyche. I read, In the Deep End, straight through – between laughter and tears. You are truly exceptional. Can’t wait for masterpiece Number Three.” Sean Lowe
I just finished reading In the Deep End and once I started reading this amazing novel I just couldn’t wait to get to the next page. You desperately want to find out what happens next. The last chapter was amazing and so unexpected. I recommend this novel to any reader that likes excitement and mystery. Peter Perret
This is an exciting and complex read. People are intriguing, and Nicky Webber has captured the heartbreak and the heartfelt moments beautifully. Well done and … where’s the next one please!!! Katrina King
In the Deep End is an interesting and well written story. I was thankful for a wet day – I hunkered down on the sofa with rug and read all afternoon. It was hard to put down. I definitely recommend this great read. Carolyn Boardman
Book Excerpt from Chapter 8 – It’s Complicated
Alex shrugged and ran his hand through his hair. ‘Mila, darling, you know what its like. I need to do everything I can to impress my boss and the team. I’m the new boy and being watched like a hawk.’ He walked over to the fridge and removed a beer, pulled out the bottle opener from the cutlery drawer and flipped the cap off into the kitchen sink.
Mila watched him seething in silence. He glanced up after the second gulp of cold beer.
‘What?’
‘Are you that stupid?’ she asked.
Alex looked like she had slapped him hard across the face. Evidently, he had already consumed a few drinks at work and needed a few moments to process why his wife seemed so ‘off.’
‘You’re not playing fair. It’s unreasonable.’ She stated. ‘I am stuck in the house all day everyday with the kids and you are strutting around at work, meeting people, achieving results, everyone running around after you while I sit here.’
‘It’s just a time thing,’ he tried, knowing he was on uncertain ground. “Early days, things will settle in. It’s a big change.’
‘But why can’t you do something as simple as turn up for dinner one time in weeks? Am I so undervalued? Am I number 326 on your To-Do list?’ He hadn’t seen her like this before and wasn’t quite sure why she was so upset. He could see her bottom lip trembling, almost on the brink of tears. This over reaction didn’t make sense.
‘What can I do? What do you want me to do?’ he tried.
She began to shout. ‘I just want you to turn up when you say you are going to. To meet your promise or don’t fucking well promise anything! Be you word or is that just too hard for you. Being the boss at work is all you need, and I am superfluous to requirements?’
‘Wow, Mila, you are really blowing this up out of all proportion,’ Alex tried in the hope he could take the heat out of the situation. He didn’t want to fight with her and in some ways, she was right but in context his commitment to the job was critical for their security and life in New Zealand. Why couldn’t she see that?
‘How can you say that? I sit here day in and day out, isolated and waiting for you. The dinners ruined. Why do I bother. Why would I? You obviously don’t give a shit about me or how I’m feeling.’
‘But I wanted …’ he started but she cut him off at the risk of listening to reason.
They devolved into yelling at one another until Mila burst into tears and locked herself in the bathroom. Days of cold silence followed as each retreated to their corners and maintained a bright happy face for their young daughters. But the damage was done, and the slow crawl out of the trough at the bottom end of their misunderstanding and bitterness would take many weeks to heal. But the scab was there for either one to pick over and trigger another round.
