Book Description
Will a blind date on the radio blossom into romance on the airwaves ? DJ Marky Sparks is hanging onto his career by a thread - he needs a miracle. Steven Byrne has an invite to his brother’s "Couples Only" party – he needs a date. Matilda 'Mats' Davidson has dumped her cheating boyfriend – she doesn’t need anything. A drunken email brings these three strangers together and changes their lives in ways they couldn’t have foreseen. Mats Davidson has just dumped her cheating boyfriend so is less than impressed to (nd herself, thanks to her interfering best friend, taking part in a radio version of Blind Date barely two hours later. Steven Byrne can’t attend his brother’s “Couples Only” engagement party without a date and is horri(ed to (nd he’s sent a drunken email to a local radio station asking for their help in (nding one. DJ Marky Sparks seizes the opportunity to add a di*erent element to his morning breakfast show and in doing so, brings Mats and Steven together. While the date is a success, there are no plans to meet again but DJ Sparks has other ideas. He formats a plan to bring Mats and Steven together while also, hopefully, saving his radio station and his career. A story of adventure, courage, tears and a whole lot of love!
Book Extract
Mats Davidson looked up as her mobile phone rang out. Her eyes felt dry and scratchy but as she’d barely slept and had been up since four-thirty am, that was hardly a surprise.
She swiped the screen and putting the call on loud speaker, placed the phone on the work top.
‘What?’ she barked.
‘Hey, babes, I’m sorry…’ Whining toffee-tones floated on the air towards her.
‘Oh yeah? For what?’
She lifted the scissors she’d been holding when the phone rang and carried on snipping the buttons off the charcoal-grey suit jacket in front of her. She was about to drop them in the black bin bag by her feet but stopped to take a closer look. Hmmm, they were actually rather nice – almost pearl-like. Figuring she could use them at a later date, she pushed them to one side and began cutting the bespoke, Richard James of Savile Row – well, that’s what it said on the label – suit into small, one-inch sized squares.
The whining noise came out of her phone again. ‘What do you mean, “for what”? For not being able to make our anniversary dinner last night. I know you went to great lengths to cook a special celebratory meal—’
‘Not as great a length as your tongue did!’
‘Excuse me?’
‘Victor, how far down the neck of the blonde you were with did your tongue make it? Because, from what I saw, she was getting the full colonic irrigation treatment!’
‘Err… err… what are you talking about?’
‘I’m talking about you, a ditsy-looking blonde and our favourite window seat at Luigi’s last night.’
‘I told you I had to work late. I was at the office until after eleven.’
‘Of course, you were. So how come Penny saw you doing your take on “The Lady and the Tramp” at eight-thirty, huh?’
There was a miniscule pause, barely noticeable, but notice it she did. ‘She didn’t see me, honey, like I said I was in the office.’
‘Victor, “Mats” is short for Matilda, not Doormat! Penny sent me the video, I watched you with my own eyes, doing all your little moves – the same ones you use on me – and it is you.’
‘But—’
‘Victor, you’re not in court now and I’m not one of your clients – don’t play me for a fool.’
Mats took her fingers out of the scissors, gathered up the grey squares in front of her and dropped them slowly, like wayward confetti, into the black plastic bag.
‘Victor, I have to go now. I’ve put your belongings, including that grey suit you like so much, into a black bin bag and it’s going outside the front door. You have approximately…,’ she looked up at the clock on the wall, ‘…two hours to rescue it before the bin men arrive. Goodbye!’
She ended the call and blocked the number – she couldn’t be bothered listening to his ranting when he saw what she’d done to his clothing. She picked up the binbag and heard a tinkling sound as the broken bits of an electric toothbrush, after-shave bottle and a pair of designer glasses fell to the bottom. In fact, the only item belonging to Victor which had not been carved up into a thousand pieces was the C J Sansom novel he’d been reading. Mats loved books and loved to read, so it was the only thing to escape her wrath. She picked it up from the kitchen work-top, pulled out the credit card receipt she’d forced Victor to use as a bookmark, and placed it gently and carefully on the already bulging downstairs bookcase.
‘There, there, my pretty,’ she said softly, stroking the cover of the book, ‘time for you to have a new home where no one bends your spine or turns over your corners. I’ll look after you.’
Mats’ eye caught sight of the time as she turned back towards the kitchen.
‘Oh bugger!’
She scurried off up the stairs to her bedroom. The way she was feeling after her sleepless night, it would have to be a strong cold shower to revive her and that was a not a prospect she was looking forward to.
About The Author
Kiltie Jackson spent her childhood years growing up in Scotland. Most of these early years were spent in and around Glasgow although for a short period of time, she wreaked havoc at a boarding school in the Highlands.
By the age of seventeen, she had her own flat which she shared with a couple of cats for a few years while working as a waitress in a cocktail bar (she’s sure there’s a song in there somewhere!) and serving customers in a fashionable clothing outlet before moving down to London to chalk up a plethora of experience which is now finding its way into her writing.
Once she’d wrung the last bit of fun out of the smoky capital, she moved up to the Midlands and now lives in Staffordshire with one grumpy husband and another six feisty felines.
Her little home is known as Moggy Towers even though, despite having plenty of moggies, there are no towers! The cats kindly allow her and Mr Mogs to share their home as long as the mortgage continues to be paid.
Since the age of three, Kiltie has been an avid reader although it was many years later before she decided to put pen to paper – or fingers to keyboard – to begin giving life to the stories in her head. Her debut novel was released in September 2017 and her fourth book was a US Amazon bestseller in Time Travel Romance.
Kiltie loves to write fiery and feisty female characters and puts the blame for this firmly on the doorsteps of Anne Shirley from Anne of Green Gables and George Kirrin from The Famous Five.
When asked what her best memories are, Kiltie will tell you:
1. Queuing up overnight outside the Glasgow Apollo to buy her Live-Aid ticket.
2. Being at Live-Aid.
3. Winning an MTV competition to meet Bon Jovi in Sweden.
(Although, if Mr Mogs is in earshot, the latter is changed to her wedding day.)
Her main motto in life used to be “Old enough to know better, young enough not to care!” but that has since been replaced with “Too many stories, can't type fast enough!”
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