
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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ABOUT THE GIRLS
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.
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/christina.jones.1677
Twitter: @bucolicfrolics
Website: www.christinajones.co.uk
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.
Blog: http://wp.me/2dg55
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/JaneRisdon2
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/Jane Risdo
Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Jane-Risdon/e/B00I3GJ2Y8
ABOUT THE MUSIC
RENZA’S PLAYLIST
STELLA’S PLAYLIST

Good morning June and welcome. Can I start, as always, by asking you a little about yourself?
writing was sporadic, but I had the start of a novel. I can’t help but look back now and think how naïve I was towards the process. It is only in the last three years or so that I have really begun to understand how it works. While I began to write, I didn’t have a finished manuscript until several years later, which I completed while on my second career as a long distance lorry driver. I must admit, I thought it was going to be much easier to get it published than it was in the end. I knew no one, and nothing of the industry, only how things like television romanticise the life of a writer. However, the book I started in the year 2000 was eventually published in 2016 by Crooked Cat Books. It underwent many transitions and countless rewrites, but with perseverance it got there. It is now unrecognisable as the book I started, but it has taught me a lot.
Adrian lives just outside of Newquay, Cornwall with his wife, Lisa, and four children. He began writing while serving in the British Army, starting with (bad) poetry written on blueys (blue sheets of paper that fold into envelopes) as he was on a peacekeeping mission in Kosovo. After leaving the army, he tried being a security guard, but found walking around the supermarket for fourteen hours a day somewhat monotonous, so decided to give long distance lorry driving a go. It was whilst doing this he began to pen “The Helland Reckoning”. The novel was inspired by the small hamlet of Helland, where Adrian stayed with a friend as a child. It had remained in his thoughts for many years, so it became the natural setting for the book. After five years of tramping around the U.K and Europe, he decided it was time to be home more, so began driving fuel tankers around Devon and Cornwall. After breaking his ankle playing football, Adrian was made redundant so set to work rewriting the manuscript. However, Adrian’s last job, working for a portaloo company (which was actually a lot of fun) made him want to change his career, so in September 2015 he returned to full time education studying English Literature with Creative Writing at Falmouth University, where he is currently in the second year of his degree. His hobbies include spending time with his family, writing, football, skiing, walking and Facebook! He is also part of the training team for the Duke of Edinburgh Award at Newquay Treviglas school, so if he looks lost out on the moors, please feel free to point him in the direction of the nearest pub! Feel free to hunt him down and chat.

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Having worked as a head teacher, Ros has been used to writing policy documents, essays and stories to which young children enjoyed listening. Now she has taken up the much greater challenge of writing fiction for adults. She writes both historical sagas and contemporary romance; perfect for lying by a warm summer pool or curling up with on a cosy sofa
Rachel Gilbey is a keen book enthusiast who has taken things to a new level with her blog tour organising business. She dreams books in her sleep and then looks forward to being able to read them in a spare moment. Her blog keeps her busy in her spare time.
Carol is a writer, feminist and flâneuse. Her home is in beautiful West Wales, a place whose legends and landscape inform her writing. She writes contemporary fiction threaded with elements of magic.

Victoria Cornwall can trace her Cornish roots as far back as the 18th century. This background and heritage has given her an understanding and knowledge of Cornish rural life, which is the inspiration for her writing.
Good morning Nicky and welcome. Can I start, as always, by asking you a little about yourself?

Good morning Kathryn and welcome. Can I start, as always, by asking you a little about yourself?