- Madeline Moore
- Toronto, Ontario, Canada
- Wild Card, 2006. Winner of "best oral sex scene" - Scarlet Magazine. Amanda's Young Men, 2009. Excerpted in Scarlet Magazine; Juicy Bits. Sarah's Education, 2009. Hit the #1 spots on Amazon.co.uk adult fiction & adult romance best seller lists. Jade Magazine bestowed the best cover art, 2009 award on Sarah's Education. "Get Up, Stand Up!" which appeared in The Cougar Book (Logical-Lust) won me the title 'Story Teller of the Year 2011' at The Erotic Awards, London, UK. Sarah's Education took the #3 spot on a list of the 30 most titillating titles of all time, as reported in English Daily Mail ;Female; Nov. 12, 2012. Debutante, a petite novel for e-publisher Imprint Mischief, (Harper-Collins) pubbed in 2012. I tutor writing students and am a member of the WGC. D.M. Thomas said: Madeline Moore writes great sex without metaphor and that's not easy to do. Kris Saknussemm said: You're a good egg, Madeline Moore. I am a good egg who writes great sex without metaphor! Yippee!
Saturday, 4 April 2015
I only called him sweetheart for the last week of his life. Of course, I didn’t know it was his last week. He told me, “I think so-and –so should have my leather jacket, don’t you?” and “Make sure my youngest son gets my watch.”
I said, “I’m starting smoking again,” and he said, “No,” but I did and I didn’t pretend otherwise. I’d taken over the cooking because he wasn’t up to it. I cooked his last meal, which, as luck would have it, happened to be his very favourite.
We fell madly in love again during that last week.
Friday night, I couldn’t help him anymore so I left him alone in the hopes that he’d get some sleep. There was nothing I had to do so I finally contacted two big-shot men in the film business that I knew from my early days. I did it for him, because he wanted me to very badly. He didn’t understand the business, ever. These guys can’t help me get a gig. They’re below the line; I’m above. But I did it so I could tell him I’d done it and when he called me I went to the bedroom to announce just that.
When I got there he said he’d vomited blood and thought we should maybe call Telehealth, which advises Ontarians as to the best course of action when there’s an emergency. I said, “I don’t think we need Telehealth, I think we need an ambulance.”
You might think I knew these were our last days together. But you’d be wrong. I didn't have a conscious clue. Sunday morning, when he died, I waa shocked to the bone.
Ice storm/internet down/Michael in hospital/power outage/Michael dies/get this body outta our morgue!/Christmas/power up/internet back up and – Happy New Year!
Enthusiastic replies from the two guys I’d emailed at the very end of the part before the beginning of the end.
I’m still in contact with them. My situation has changed, of course, but the situation hasn't. They can’t do anything for me. I’m still above the line; they’re still below.