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'Whoever said life begins at forty can go suck it…
'I always dreamed of being a national TV reporter, but it’s never going to happen. It’s over. Half my life was dedicated to regional journalism and I’m done. I’ve got one week to go on my contract then I’ll have to look at my options. Maybe I’ll re-train as a hairdresser. That way I could ask questions all day long and never have to listen to the answers.
'I was doing just fine, marching in my self-pity parade when she came along. Jools. An absurd stranger with the worst work ethic I’ve ever seen. Now she’s in my face, telling me she knows exactly what I want, what I need and what to do to make my dreams come true.
'Five mystery tasks. Just complete them and I could have it all. Apparently. Only a mad person would believe her. Turns out I’m a stark-raving lunatic. Or just desperate for this last chance…
'My cameraman, Mike, has noticed something’s changed. He’s asking questions that I’m not ready to answer. Especially since we haven’t really spoken since the ‘incident.’ Funny how twenty years of history with a man you’ve vowed to hate for the rest of your life can disappear when you’re standing naked together, at gunpoint, over a shark-infested tank.
'My life has turned on its head and there's only one explanation for it. A track pants with high-heeled boots wearing stranger named Jools.'
Source: Publisher's blurb.
Dedication:
To the woman in the Shepparton emergency department dressed in
high-heeled boots and track suit pants.
Your attitude had me mesmerised.
And you started something.
