BLURB:
Some would say Charlotte ‘Charlie’ Regan has it all. Beautiful, smart, athletic and a great job working as a journalist – in the almost exclusively male sports department. But Charlotte is not quite as sure as she seems. Recently split from her overbearing boyfriend, she escapes for weekends, surfing in the Atlantic, and spends her free nights watching sports, roaring at the TV.
Derry Cullinane is a fashion
writer, gossip columnist and sophisticated man-about-town. The go-to guy for
any woman seeking expert advice on what fabulous outfit to wear for any given
occasion. He’s also tall, dark, good looking – and straight! So what’s the
snag? He has a track record of dating glamorous, vain and shallow women.
Charlie gets an opportunity to write a new column under the pen name Side Swipe, but is soon drawn into a war of words and wit with a rival paper’s columnist The Squire – and their verbal fireworks get readers and editors talking. Yet neither Charlie nor Derry knows just whom the opponent is...
Charlie gets an opportunity to write a new column under the pen name Side Swipe, but is soon drawn into a war of words and wit with a rival paper’s columnist The Squire – and their verbal fireworks get readers and editors talking. Yet neither Charlie nor Derry knows just whom the opponent is...
When Charlotte and Derry
meet at the Races, the attraction is instant. As their relationship develops,
so much more proves at stake, than protecting their alter egos. But a blunder
puts Charlotte’s job in jeopardy just as Derry’s past makes front page, and
Charlotte begins to doubt her feelings.
When Side Swipe and
The Squire are finally forced to reveal themselves, will they revert to type –
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EXCERPT:
‘You look great,’ Helen said.
‘You sure? I was just going to wear those black jeans.
Thing is, I distinctly gave Derry the impression that I enjoyed fashion.’
‘Well, maybe if he’d given you a little more notice!’
‘Oh Helen, don’t start. He explained he got the
tickets late and wasn’t pressuring me...’
‘Hmm, well so long as he’s not playing games. Don’t
let him away with that.’
Charlotte rolled her eyes.
‘I'm serious,’ Helen said, ‘there’s a reason he’s in
his mid-thirties and not in a long term relationship. Don’t let him mess you
about.’
‘Relax, there’s no danger of that,’ Charlotte laughed.
‘I need a bit of fun in my life at the moment. I've no intention of falling
heavily for this guy.’
Helen winked.
‘So you’re just using him for sex!’
‘Helen!’ Charlotte started to laugh. They both jumped
when the doorbell rang.
‘I’ll get it,’ Helen offered, ‘you don’t want to look
too eager!’
Charlotte started to hiccup.
‘Oh my God, Helen! Have you been learning off The
Rules?’
‘If I’d been doing that, I’d have sorted my own love
life out by now! Helen left Charlotte’s bedroom door open and a few moments
later, she heard Derry’s deep voice in the hall, and Helen laughing.
She came downstairs. Derry stood in the hall, casually
elegant in a dark suit and tailored shirt. He smiled broadly.
‘You look beautiful.’
Charlotte hiccupped loudly. Derry raised an amused
eyebrow.
‘Um, sorry, I’m sure they’ll stop in a minute.’
Charlotte flushed. Okay Charlotte, stay calm. It’s only a second date. Derry
escorted her to his car and opened the passenger door.
‘Have you seen this play before?’ Derry asked as he
slid in behind the wheel.
‘No. Actually, I haven’t been to the theatre in ages,’
Charlotte confessed. ‘Sports journalist, remember? A hooligan who can spell.’
