ABOUT THE BOOK
Two women, one love story.
June 1968. Renza falls head over heels for heartthrob guitarist Scott. But after a romantic summer together they are torn apart when Renza’s family moves away.
December 1968. On the night she believes to be her last, Stella meets Scott at a local dance. He’s the most beautiful boy she’s ever seen and if this one night is all they have, she’ll take it.
As the final colourful year of the sixties dawns, the question is: can there be only one woman for Scott?
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RENZA AND SCOTT
He turned round as I came into the sitting-room and smiled the most sunny smile I’ve ever seen in my whole life. It caught my breath and I felt the familiar red blush creep right up my neck to my freshly washed hair.
‘Hello,’ he said.
‘Hello,’ I replied croakily, my throat restricted.
‘Well, this is all very cosy.’ Mother was sitting in her usual chair with a view of the garden path and the main road running alongside it.
Scott and I locked eyes and the world sped away from me so that there was only him and me. Somewhere in the distance I could hear Mum mumbling but it was in a tunnel, miles away from the two of us.
I saw his face properly for the very first time. I saw turquoise blue eyes, and a chiselled jawline in a determined but kind face. He was staring at me as if in shock. Unblinking and intense. He was so totally, totally gorgeous. Scott Walker and Peter Frampton all rolled into one.
He was about six feet tall close up, with broad shoulders and the slimmest tiniest hips in white cords. His shirt was pale blue with small paisley flowers on it – Dad would have something to say about the flowers, Not to mention his long hair!
My head was spinning and I felt as if the floor was dropping away from under me.
STELLA AND SCOTT
The four boys – Narnia’s Children – on stage weren’t just brilliant musicians and sexy movers – they were definitely four of the most devastatingly gorgeous blokes we’d ever seen.
Tall, lean, long-haired and out-of-this-world-stunning, wearing skin-tight, brightly coloured flared trousers, and black skinny-rib sweaters that didn’t even attempt to hide their incredible tanned bodies, they rocked into another belting Beach Boys hit, followed by early foot-stomping Beatles, and then The Hollies – all very loud, fast-paced and brilliantly close-harmonied. They could play and they could sing…
West-Coast rock-pop at its best.
The Dolly-Rockers were no longer dancing in front of the stage. Instead, they were pressed, three deep, against it. Just gazing up in total and complete adoration.
I laughed at Vix, leaning close, my mouth to her ear. ‘I think the Dolly-Rockers want to eat them.’
‘I don’t blame them,’ she yelled back. ‘They’re mega, mega cool, totally brilliant – oh, and not to mention the sexiest blokes Harbury Green has ever seen… I’m going to book a holiday in Jersey if that’s what the boys are like.’
Me too, I thought, if I wasn’t going to be annoyingly dead… because I’d just tumbled instantly and stupidly head-over-heels for the beautiful boy on the guitar; the boy with the long silky black hair falling into the amazingly turquoise eyes.
The most beautiful boy in the world…
ABOUT THE AUTHORS
Christina Jones has written all of her life (as well as having millions of Proper Jobs including factory worker, secretary, nightclub dancer, blood donor attendant, barmaid, waitress, civil servant and fruit picker) Christina first had a short story published when she was just 14 years old. She has written for teenage and womens’ magazines fiction and non-fiction for a number of years, had her own humour column in The Oxford Times, and has contributed to national newspapers.
Having spent most of her life married to a rock musician, Jane Risdon had little time for writing. She and her husband worked with management of musicians, singer-songwriters, and record producers, rubbing shoulders with the great and glamorous all over the world. With time to herself at last, Jane s experiences in the music industry have kickstarted her writing career. She and Christina Jones have been friends since the Swingin’ Sixties.
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Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Jane-Risdon/e/B00I3GJ2Y8
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