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What Women Want, Women of a Dangerous Age: 2-Book Collection. Fanny Blake
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isbn 9780007515349
Автор произведения Fanny Blake
Жанр Зарубежный юмор
Издательство HarperCollins
Fanny Blake 2-book bundle
Fanny Blake
Praise for Fanny Blake’s What Women Want:
‘What Women Want is like having a long, funny and fascinating conversation with your very best friends and becoming deeply involved in their lives, families and love affairs’ Penny Vincenzi
‘Women take heart. Here is a novelist who understands exactly the comedy, absurdities and frustrations of your lives’ Elizabeth Buchan
‘A thoughtful, funny and warm read, full of wry and well-observed detail’ Daily Mail
‘It’s amazing to think that this is a debut. The prose is wonderfully bright and crisp, the characterisation brims with life, and the plotting is full of suspense and pace’ Daily Mirror
‘[A] warm, funny read’ Marie Claire
‘Wise, warm, funny and wonderfully observant’ Cathy Kelly
‘Smart, funny, and uncannily like having your mind read’ Rosie Thomas
Praise for Fanny Blake’s Women of a Dangerous Age:
‘Realistic, funny and thoroughly delightful. I loved it’ Katie Fforde
“For all women of a dangerous age, this book is just what the doctor ordered. What an uplifting tale!” Daisy Waugh
‘Fabulous female “buddy lit” … a happy, liberating read’ Daily Mail
‘Here’s a novelist with a delightful, witty take on middle-aged womanhood… A delicious read’ Saga
‘ [An] insightful, funny, addictive read that women will totally understand and men would do well to read in order to learn more about real women today’ lovereading.co.uk
Table of Contents
FANNY BLAKE
What Women Want
Dedication
To Robin, Matt, Nick and Spike
Contents
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Acknowledgements
Chapter 1
‘I’ll get out here, thanks.’
Bea cursed as she stepped out of the taxi into the sweltering chaos of Shaftesbury Avenue. July was always hell in central London. She could feel her trousers sticking to the back of her legs. She was already five minutes late and the traffic had slowed to a virtual standstill. If only her meeting had finished on time, she would have reached the restaurant first, just as she’d planned. She wanted to be sitting calmly, waiting, so that she could size up her lunch date as he crossed the restaurant to join her. But Jade, one of the editorial directors, had made such a fuss about which photograph was used on the jacket of an autobiography by another twenty-something D-list loser of whom Bea had never heard that the meeting had overrun by nearly half an hour.
The summer heat was draped over the London streets like a thick blanket. The slight but insistent throb of a headache was an unpleasant reminder that she had drunk too much the night before. Had she? She tested herself by running through the exact route the taxi had taken home from the party. Mmm. Slightly hazy. As she picked her way through the pedestrians, walking as fast as she could without actually running, she could feel a familiar prickling warmth rising from somewhere in her chest and spreading up into her face, around the back of her neck and down into her arms. Not now, please. She had at least to arrive looking like a woman in control. Like a woman who was desirable. Not like a menopausal wreck.
She slowed down, trying to restore her cool. He – she’d been told his name was Mark Carpenter – must have paid £125 for this date too. That was the deal when you signed up to Let’s Have Lunch, a discreet dating agency for the over-forties. Having been interviewed by a woman in her twenties who, given her immaculate streaked blonde hair, flawless skin and dazzling if vacuous smile, couldn’t have any idea what it was like for someone her mother’s age to be looking for love – or even just sex, Bea wasn’t choosy – you parted with £750 in return for a pitying glance of appraisal and the guarantee of being ‘matched’ with six possible partners. Six! Any of us should be so lucky, thought Bea. Yes, he’d wait. Dwelling on the fact that she was about to rendezvous with a man about whom she knew nothing apart from his name, she almost tripped over a knot of American tourists turning their A—Zs upside down as they tried to match the streets