Aged to Perfection by Niloufar Lamakan
At sixty, Sophia Stone outdoes Bridget Jones in this deliciously daring romcom!
Sophia is determined to grow old disgracefully and refuses to be invisible. She craves fiery passion and steamy romance, not targeted ads for funeral plans.
After a heart-shattering breakup, she ditches love to date a new man each week for a year.
As she flirts, fumbles and sips fizz through an array of encounters, from an opera buff in a cape to an orgasm whisperer, she discovers it's never too late to rewrite your own love story, even if it's not the one you expected...
Author Bio
Niloufar Lamakan is an Iranian-born author and artist.
She moved to the UK as a child and has lived in Islington, London most of her life. She came to writing after careers in tech, design, art, and property. Her debut novel, Aged to Perfection, won the Commendation Award at the Comedy Women in Print Prize and was a finalist at the Page Turner Awards.
She writes bold, spicy romantic comedies that are unapologetically age-defiant. Her art also explores the connections between age, identity, and society's perceptions of beauty. When she's not painting or writing, you'll find her on the dancefloor.
Author's Website: https://www.niloufarlamakan.com/
As part of the blogtour I have the pleasure of being able to share an extract of the book with you.
Heart – was shattered into a million pieces but almost put back together.
Audit result: not bad. On Instagram, they’d say, ‘looking fabulous at sixty’. I wonder if I’ll face Catherine Deneuve’s ‘Arse v Face’ dilemma soon? Yes, but I think I’d opt for small arse/wrinkly face. I’ll be laughing when I get a wolf whistle from the back and shock when they see the front.
And now – deep breath – last year’s love life audit.
Love interests – zilch.
Butterflies in tummy – what are those?
Sex – twice (practically a born-again virgin).
Dating skills – more out of date than the batteries on my vibrator.
Heartbreak – one. A bad one. A really bad one. A really, really bad one.
Emotions – contained. Just about. I’m covering the cracks in my soul with lashings of faux nonchalance.
Audit result: poor. Drastic action required.
