Just in time for Valentine's Day
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charlie_cochraneI Do Two is out in e-book, with the print version to come in a couple of weeks.
There's so much I want to say, but will leave it at this for the mo':
- thanks to the rest of the acquisitions team, Alex, Lee and Sophia, for being both sensible and sensitive
- thanks to Kris and the gals at MLR for turning the project around at a speed Usain Bolt would have envied
- thanks to all the authors for contributing their time and talent
The Cochrane contribution the book is another modern day story, The Uneven Chance.
“I’ll toss you for him.” It was the last thing Roger had expected. He’d got the impression very early on in the conversation that Simon also had his eye on the delectable Miles. That he’d manoeuvred everything via his sister to get the man to come to the press night, had been rather aggrieved to have to introduce him to Roger and even more miffed that there’d been so many other folk around that the pair had slipped out. Together. Simon had seemed mollified when he found out that all they’d done was sink a pint or two and that Roger hadn’t yet rung Miles, despite having a contact number. Roger wondered whether Simon had tried to ring and been greeted with the cold tones of an answer phone.
It had become bleeding obvious that they were both interested, that they were both determined, and that the only gentlemanly way out of the dilemma—the old school way—was for one of them to stand down and let the other take precedence. Given there was no bloody way that was going to happen, the only way out of the impasse was to let fate decide.
“Whoever wins the toss rings Miles and takes his chances.” Simon tapped the table with his fork, acting much more subtly now than he’d managed onstage. “If nothing comes of it the loser gets a go, but not before the winner has a fair crack of the whip.”
“You’re on.” Roger felt in his pocket and found a little two pence piece, which he flicked up, caught adeptly on the back of his hand then covered. “You call. We’ll make this first time just to see who gets the choice for the real thing.”
“That’s what we did at school.” Simon grinned. “Heads.”
Roger lifted his hand. “Quite right.” He flicked the coin up again, catching it as before, his face a picture of insecurity at the likely outcome.
“Tails. Oh bugger.” Simon watched as the coin was uncovered, displayed, put back in Roger’s pocket. “Heads it is. You ring him, then. You’ve got two weeks to get somewhere or else it’s my turn.”
Roger nodded. “Indeed.”
There's so much I want to say, but will leave it at this for the mo':
- thanks to the rest of the acquisitions team, Alex, Lee and Sophia, for being both sensible and sensitive
- thanks to Kris and the gals at MLR for turning the project around at a speed Usain Bolt would have envied
- thanks to all the authors for contributing their time and talent
The Cochrane contribution the book is another modern day story, The Uneven Chance.
“I’ll toss you for him.” It was the last thing Roger had expected. He’d got the impression very early on in the conversation that Simon also had his eye on the delectable Miles. That he’d manoeuvred everything via his sister to get the man to come to the press night, had been rather aggrieved to have to introduce him to Roger and even more miffed that there’d been so many other folk around that the pair had slipped out. Together. Simon had seemed mollified when he found out that all they’d done was sink a pint or two and that Roger hadn’t yet rung Miles, despite having a contact number. Roger wondered whether Simon had tried to ring and been greeted with the cold tones of an answer phone.
It had become bleeding obvious that they were both interested, that they were both determined, and that the only gentlemanly way out of the dilemma—the old school way—was for one of them to stand down and let the other take precedence. Given there was no bloody way that was going to happen, the only way out of the impasse was to let fate decide.
“Whoever wins the toss rings Miles and takes his chances.” Simon tapped the table with his fork, acting much more subtly now than he’d managed onstage. “If nothing comes of it the loser gets a go, but not before the winner has a fair crack of the whip.”
“You’re on.” Roger felt in his pocket and found a little two pence piece, which he flicked up, caught adeptly on the back of his hand then covered. “You call. We’ll make this first time just to see who gets the choice for the real thing.”
“That’s what we did at school.” Simon grinned. “Heads.”
Roger lifted his hand. “Quite right.” He flicked the coin up again, catching it as before, his face a picture of insecurity at the likely outcome.
“Tails. Oh bugger.” Simon watched as the coin was uncovered, displayed, put back in Roger’s pocket. “Heads it is. You ring him, then. You’ve got two weeks to get somewhere or else it’s my turn.”
Roger nodded. “Indeed.”
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