The Endless Autumn
Release Date: March 30, 2017
Autumn thought she had everything: a gorgeous stud of a boyfriend, a practical if unexciting PA job at Thorne PR, a savvy best friend, and a soon-to-be earned journalism diploma.
But things in her perfectly constructed life shift when Autumn finds a tell-tale text – shattering her home and work life.
Needing a new job and apartment, Autumn meets the glamorous but mysterious Celine, who offers her a job at Encounters Events. But, as usual, Autumn hasn’t done her homework and finds herself in an unusual situation: one that sees her as a pawn in a whirling sexual universe of fantasy rooms, high flyers, and the occasional threesome. How will she escape? Or does this new underworld offer Autumn the ultimate liberation?
Annabelle Knight’s debut novel The Endless Autumn is a sizzling, steamy and sexually sinister story of how a girl next door, unwittingly – but perhaps not unwillingly – explores the fringes of desire and release.
Now it was Autumn’s turn to be confused. Had she booked the rest of the week off? She couldn’t think why, or what for. Autumn looked at him puzzled, then picked up her phone and checked her work calendar, week starting twenty-fifth of November. Leonardo was right, she’d booked the twenty-sixth, seventh and eighth off, but why?
“Fuck!” she blurted out loudly, startling Leonardo with the sheer volume of her voice. He looked affronted at her use of language. He didn’t care for swearing, or any type of vulgar behaviour. He was surprisingly prudish and how he managed to work for Encounters remained a mystery to all who knew him. “I’ve got to go,” she cried, grabbing wildly for her belongings, and hastily slipping her shoes back on. She ran out of the door leaving Leonardo staring after her, totally perplexed by her sudden outburst. She ran through the maze-like building, descending down to the car park as quickly as she could, given the sluggish lift systems that the Encounters Event’s building employed.
Autumn drove off in a blind panic. How on earth had she forgotten, how could she have been so occupied with sex-crazed rich people that she forgot about the one thing she’d been working towards for so long? She had her final exam this coming Friday. Her deadline for her coursework was the same day, Autumn’s heart raced. She’d thought many times how she could just give it all up and work at Encounters for the rest of her life, but when genuinely faced with the prospect of failing she knew that she just couldn’t let that happen. The thought of not having the opportunity to go into journalism made her feel sick, but she’d been so preoccupied with so many other things – Ben, Rosa, the accident, her new job, and David’s engagement – that her own dreams had taken a back seat, so much so that she’d clean forgotten about them. How could she be so stupid? How could she have allowed this to happen? Why hadn’t her parents reminded her?
She drove faster now, foot pressed firmly to the floor, the speedometer creeping up on her little red car. She swerved round a tight corner and headed for the motorway. She needed to get back home as fast as humanly possible.