Goats solve their differences head-on. They don’t give the silent treatment or yell, they butt heads, and then it’s over.Cowboy Marvin has learned humans resolve issues differently especially those romantically involved. His curiosity sparked, he has invited authors to stop by on Fridays and share the first fight out of their latest book.
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Jane Linfoot
is here for ...
is here for ...
First Fight Friday
with a scene from
High Heels & Bicycle Wheels
Meet Bryony: She's a fun-loving, very single TV production assistant whose idea of sport is the Jimmy Choo sales scrum
Meet Jackson: Cycling's bad boy superstar. Injured and out of racing this summer, without his training he's looking for another distraction.
Jackson and Bryony are having lunch
two hours into the first day of their trip together
A trip that neither of them wants to be on and
their power struggles have already begun.
their power struggles have already begun.
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‘You almost sound like you have every detail of the trip worked out already?’ Jackson raised one eyebrow in query. That would be with no consultation with him at all. Regardless of the wow factor, he couldn’t let this pass without comment. ‘Slightly ridiculous seeing I’m the one calling the shots here.’
Bryony put down the linen napkin she was shaking out and eyeballed him.
‘Er excuse me?’ For a split second her mouth fell open, and he basked in the luxury of shocked silence. Then she kicked into overdrive. ‘As production manager here, any shots to be called are technically mine.’
‘Hang on.’ He wasn’t letting her get away with that. ‘I thought you were a mere production assistant?’
‘Which translates to manager in the absence of a superior team member.’ Her elbows arrived on the table now, her chin resting on neatly woven fingers. ‘Whereas you’re simply a featured celebrity, which may count for gazillions in terms of fans, but when it comes to organisational decisions out in TV production land, it counts for zilch.’
One uninterrupted view of those perfect teeth of hers as she posted him another inscrutable beam, putting him instantly in mind of how easily his tongue slipped past those teeth back in Scarborough, dammit. He wasn’t fighting with his usual unerring full-strength concentration here. His mind was on the job, just the wrong job, and if he didn’t watch out it was going to cost him dearly. Still she could be bullshitting here, and two could play at that game.
‘Featured celebrity with a possible executive producer’s interest.’ He watched through narrowed eyes as her expression slid.
‘You’re coming in as a backer?’ Her mouth and eyes popped to perfect O’s.
Result. She’d swallowed it.
‘Possibly.’ Backtracking now on every front except the power one and not exactly lying either. Financial involvement had been mentioned, in passing. ‘But I already have the final say on input and content, so I’m guessing those shots are mine to call after all.’
Race won. Mentally he let go of the handlebars, punched the air with a fist, and he was whooshing across the finish line ahead of her when he noticed she was still smiling. Benignly.
‘That’s what the backers always like to think.’ Was that the tiniest hint of a mocking wink she was sending him? A full-blown satisfied gloat more likely. ‘In practice everyone knows it’s all in the hands of the production assistants. Has to be. We’re the ones who do all the work. Talking of which, I’d better go and shake up that waiter and his menus.’
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High Heels & Bicycle Wheels by Jane Linfoot
Bryony put down the linen napkin she was shaking out and eyeballed him.
‘Er excuse me?’ For a split second her mouth fell open, and he basked in the luxury of shocked silence. Then she kicked into overdrive. ‘As production manager here, any shots to be called are technically mine.’
‘Hang on.’ He wasn’t letting her get away with that. ‘I thought you were a mere production assistant?’
‘Which translates to manager in the absence of a superior team member.’ Her elbows arrived on the table now, her chin resting on neatly woven fingers. ‘Whereas you’re simply a featured celebrity, which may count for gazillions in terms of fans, but when it comes to organisational decisions out in TV production land, it counts for zilch.’
One uninterrupted view of those perfect teeth of hers as she posted him another inscrutable beam, putting him instantly in mind of how easily his tongue slipped past those teeth back in Scarborough, dammit. He wasn’t fighting with his usual unerring full-strength concentration here. His mind was on the job, just the wrong job, and if he didn’t watch out it was going to cost him dearly. Still she could be bullshitting here, and two could play at that game.
‘Featured celebrity with a possible executive producer’s interest.’ He watched through narrowed eyes as her expression slid.
‘You’re coming in as a backer?’ Her mouth and eyes popped to perfect O’s.
Result. She’d swallowed it.
‘Possibly.’ Backtracking now on every front except the power one and not exactly lying either. Financial involvement had been mentioned, in passing. ‘But I already have the final say on input and content, so I’m guessing those shots are mine to call after all.’
Race won. Mentally he let go of the handlebars, punched the air with a fist, and he was whooshing across the finish line ahead of her when he noticed she was still smiling. Benignly.
‘That’s what the backers always like to think.’ Was that the tiniest hint of a mocking wink she was sending him? A full-blown satisfied gloat more likely. ‘In practice everyone knows it’s all in the hands of the production assistants. Has to be. We’re the ones who do all the work. Talking of which, I’d better go and shake up that waiter and his menus.’
Copyright © Jane Linfoot
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High Heels & Bicycle Wheels by Jane Linfoot
Meet Bryony: She's a fun-loving, very single TV production assistant whose idea of sport is the Jimmy Choo sales scrum
Meet Jackson: Cycling's bad boy superstar. Injured and out of racing this summer, without his training he's looking for another distraction.
Bryony's facing a triple whammy – her last single friend just named the day, her mother's offering to have her eggs frozen, and the guy she's loved from afar, forever, just got hitched. So she's more than happy to accept the offer of a totally out of character but seriously steamy one night of no-strings fun. Especially when the guy in question is so attractive he even looks good in Lycra!
Jackson's on the look out for a new career but if the opportunity to work on TV means a fortnight with the most uptight woman in the world, he'd rather not bother. He never goes in for seconds – and who in their right mind would head off in a camper van with a woman who irons her knickers?
Add in a tandem (yes, a tandem) and fast forward to double trouble for a summer neither of them will ever forget!
High Heels & Bicycle Wheels
is available on Amazon ~ Amazon UK ~ Harper Impulse
POD paperback available September 27th
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POD paperback available September 27th
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First Fight Friday: The Right Side of Mr. Wrong
About Jane:
I write fun, flirty fiction, with feisty heroines and a bit of an edge.
I live in a mountain kingdom in Derbyshire, England, where my family and pets are kind enough to ignore the domestic chaos – happily, we’re in walking distance of a supermarket. For me, writing romance is cool because I get to wear pretty shoes instead of wellies. I love hearts, flowers, happy endings, all things vintage, most things french.
When I’m not on facebook, and can’t find an excuse for shopping, I’ll be walking, or gardening. On days when I want to be really scared, I ride a tandem.
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