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...
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 – or confound everyone’s expectations?
Charlotte sat down, flipping over the coffee shop’s copy of The Irish People and skimming through a snippet in The Squire.
Style crimes. The Squire will fight them on the beaches, in the streets, in the shopping centres. He will never surrender.
Most of the perpetrators are sportspeople. I’m launching a crusade to name the shame the football chavs.
It’s time footballers banned all clothing associated with hip hop culture. Jewellery, baggy shorts, throwback jerseys, headphones, indoor sunglasses – all look ridiculous on players.
Or indeed on anyone over the age of seventeen.
Charlotte shook her head. The man was an idiot. Helen turned to the new waitress.
‘Julie, table four please.’ She loaded up the tray and then gave Charlotte her full attention.
‘So, did you not enjoy the date?’
Charlotte sighed.
‘Oh Helen, don’t get me wrong, he’s the perfect gentleman. You know, thoughtful and entertaining and completely relaxed with everyone. It was like Grand Central Station during the interval, but he also knew the director so we were invited back to the Green Room after the show. And I was completely out of my depth.
Helen sipped her coffee.
‘You’re a big girl. Stop looking for problems. Was he flirting with other women?’
‘Other way around: they were flirting for Ireland. But some were definitely ex-girlfriends!’ She groaned. ‘I think the worst moment of the night, was when one of them asked me what was the last play I saw?’
‘What?’
‘You remember last Christmas when I took Anna and Daniel to Jack and the Beanstalk!’
Helen’s eyes lit up.
‘Did you tell her that?’
‘I figured, what the hell, be truthful.’
Helen giggled.
‘You know what it reminds me of? That scene from Pretty Woman, where Richard Gere brings Julia Roberts to the opera and the old lady asks her if she enjoyed it, and Julia Roberts says, ‘It was so good I almost peed my pants…’ Helen stopped as she caught the expression on Charlotte’s face. ‘Probably not the best example.’
‘Probably not,’ Charlotte agreed, then ruined the effect when she giggled too.
SHARON Black grew up in Dublin. She studied history and politics at University College Dublin and then did post-graduate in journalism at Dublin City University. Style crimes. The Squire will fight them on the beaches, in the streets, in the shopping centres. He will never surrender.
Most of the perpetrators are sportspeople. I’m launching a crusade to name the shame the football chavs.
It’s time footballers banned all clothing associated with hip hop culture. Jewellery, baggy shorts, throwback jerseys, headphones, indoor sunglasses – all look ridiculous on players.
Or indeed on anyone over the age of seventeen.
Charlotte shook her head. The man was an idiot. Helen turned to the new waitress.
‘Julie, table four please.’ She loaded up the tray and then gave Charlotte her full attention.
‘So, did you not enjoy the date?’
Charlotte sighed.
‘Oh Helen, don’t get me wrong, he’s the perfect gentleman. You know, thoughtful and entertaining and completely relaxed with everyone. It was like Grand Central Station during the interval, but he also knew the director so we were invited back to the Green Room after the show. And I was completely out of my depth.
Helen sipped her coffee.
‘You’re a big girl. Stop looking for problems. Was he flirting with other women?’
‘Other way around: they were flirting for Ireland. But some were definitely ex-girlfriends!’ She groaned. ‘I think the worst moment of the night, was when one of them asked me what was the last play I saw?’
‘What?’
‘You remember last Christmas when I took Anna and Daniel to Jack and the Beanstalk!’
Helen’s eyes lit up.
‘Did you tell her that?’
‘I figured, what the hell, be truthful.’
Helen giggled.
‘You know what it reminds me of? That scene from Pretty Woman, where Richard Gere brings Julia Roberts to the opera and the old lady asks her if she enjoyed it, and Julia Roberts says, ‘It was so good I almost peed my pants…’ Helen stopped as she caught the expression on Charlotte’s face. ‘Probably not the best example.’
‘Probably not,’ Charlotte agreed, then ruined the effect when she giggled too.
She has worked for national newspapers, including The Evening Herald and The Irish Examiner.
She had short stories published in U Magazine and won the 2010 Dromineer Literary Festival short story competition.
When she is not writing, she reads, walks and sees friends. She co-founded a local book club 14 years ago. She loves theatre, old Hollywood films, science fiction and good stand-up comedy.
She lives in a Dublin coastal village, with her husband and their three children.
***Please note: This prize was donated and is authorized by Sharon Black***
Greetings from sunny, rainy, windy Dublin, Lauren. I've just blown in from a walk on the strand, and my house is winding back up to normal, as kids get ready to return to school and college, after a two week Easter break. I'm currently reading the best-selling 'The Miniaturist' by Jessie Burton. I'd love to know what other people are reading out there? Maybe if you leave a comment, let me know? It's always great to get recommendations.
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Sharon. xx
Sharon, I love your description! And "Amen" to the kids going back to school; that won't happen here until August....four-long-moths-away-August...sigh. Lol!
DeleteI'm currently reading FIGHTING FOR KEEPS by Jennifer Snow!
Thanks for sharing, Lauren, and thanks a million for having me here today. x
ReplyDeleteHello from Toronto, Canada. I'm happy to have met you on Facebook and I look forward to reading Going Against Type :)
ReplyDeleteHi Jeannie, lovely to have met you earlier. I actually have some close family living in Toronto for the next couple of years. They found the snow there very hard to cope with, these last few months. Normally we see so little of it here! But I adore this time of the year. It's full of promise, I think.
ReplyDeleteHi Sharon, great excerpt! The best of luck with the book. Amen to kids going back to school! Daithi
ReplyDeleteHi Daithi, thank you. We all sound like terrible parents, don't we? But the kids definitely get bored if the holidays are too long. Anyway, before we know it, the summer holidays will be here.
ReplyDeleteThis recalls the screwball Hollywood comedies of the 30s and 40s. Brilliant to have pulled it off in a contemporary setting!
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