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A Village Romance
A Village Romance
A Village Romance
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A Village Romance

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As a heatwave rolls into Little Perran, so does love. Billy Baxter, the has-been rock star, and Rafe Wylde, the hunky farm worker arrive, both destined to cause havoc as they touch the lives of the villagers. Milly finds a new job and things start to look up for her, but she is unaware that a ghost from her past is looking for her.

A Village Romance is the first of a two part story that concludes in the book: A Summer Romance.

Funny, Compassionate and Sizzling Sexy, a Village Romance is a page-turning summer read. A Village Romance is the second book in The Little Perran Romance series by Lynda Renham writing as Amy Perfect.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherRaucous
Release dateJun 24, 2016
ISBN9780993402654
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    A Village Romance - Lynda Renham

    A Village Romance

    The Little Perran Romances

    Book 2

    Lynda Renham

    writing as

    Amy Perfect

    A Village Romance is the first of a two part story that concludes in the book: A Summer Romance.

    The right of Lynda Renham to be identified as the author of the work has been asserted by her in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

    Smashwords Edition

    eISBN 978-0-9934026-5-4

    first edition

    Apart from any use permitted under UK copyright law, this publication may only be reproduced, stored, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means, with prior permission in writing of the publishers or, in the case of reprographic production, in accordance with the terms of licences issued by the Copyright Licensing Agency.

    All characters in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

    Copyright © Raucous Publishing 2016

    www.raucouspublishing.co.uk

    Thanks to…

    Jae De Wylde and Sonya, for suggesting the great name of Rafe Wylde.

    Many thanks to Katie Sale, for giving up her time to share her expertise. Watching her work on her ceramics was very inspiring and Milly’s character grew as a result. You can see Katie’s brilliant work on www.outlandishcreations.com

    Chapter One

    ‘Move to the country?’ protested Billy Baxter. ‘Why the hell would I want to move to the country? It’s all tractors and cow dung out there. Anyway, I don’t speak the lingo. I’ve got a nice little pad here thank you very much.’

    Ian sighed.

    ‘I thought, a little break, you know, might get the old creative juices going again,’ he said, and gave a false laugh. Old was the operative word, he thought, but didn’t say it. The fact was he had no idea what to do with Billy Baxter these days.

    Billy stopped strumming his guitar, shook his shoulder-length hair back and grinned.

    ‘What are you talking about? The creative juices have never stopped flowing. I tell you, this new one is my best yet.’

    Ian took a swig of his lager and said,

    ‘The trouble is Billy, no one else has heard your new one yet to decide if it’s your best. I can’t get anyone to play it. Radio 1 just doesn’t air your kind of stuff any more, and Radio 2 …’

    ‘Radio 2,’ scoffed Billy. ‘That’s for old has-beens. I’m not Val bloody Doonican. You won’t get me in a bleeding rocking chair.’

    Ian was silent. Billy whipped off his guitar and grabbed a lager.

    ‘So you want to farm me out to the country?’ he said sulkily. ‘And what does that achieve? Everyone rediscovers me when I’m not around is that it?’

    ‘The last time the press discovered you, you were on a boat with some bird half your age sitting on your …’

    ‘Yeah, I remember it well,’ Billy smiled.

    ‘Not the image you need Billy. Anyway, you could do with a rest. You’re burnt out,’ said Ian with faked sympathy.

    ‘Everyone else goes to The Priory and I go to the bloody country,’ said Billy sourly.

    ‘I don’t think you can afford The Priory. You’ve got to be doing really well to enjoy the privilege of having a meltdown there.’

    ‘But the bloody country, come on Ian. It’s all barn dances and Women’s Institutes. It’s not me,’ Billy said as he picked up his guitar again.

    ‘I think it will be good for your image. It suits Elton John and that lot,’ said Ian, resting his hands on his beer belly.

    ‘It suits Elton John to be a poof. I suppose you want me to become one of them too. Anyway, they play Elton John on Radio 1 …’

    ‘You’re not exactly in Elton John’s league and …’

    ‘What about Graham whatsisface? I thought you were getting me on his show.’

    ‘They’ve got a lot of celebs lined up …’

    ‘I’m a celeb for Christ’s sake.’

    ‘New celebs Billy, like Finn Morrison and …’

    ‘Huh,’ scoffed Billy. ‘Have you heard his record, it’s …’

    ‘No one calls them records any more Billy,’ sighed Ian. ‘Anyway they turned you down for the Graham Norton show.’

    Billy shook his head in despair.

    ‘What about Desert Island Discs?’

    ‘That’s Radio 4,’ Ian reminded him. ‘You hate Radio 4.’

    ‘That’s true. I do,’ agreed Billy thoughtfully.

    They sat in silence for a few moments and sipped their lagers.

    ‘How about one of those reality programmes?’ Billy said finally. ‘I can do that. I can cope in the jungle. That will give the record a boost.’

    ‘Forget about the jungle, Billy. You just said you wouldn’t cope in the country.’

    Billy sighed.

    ‘You’re my manager and the best you can come up with is that I retire to the country. I’m only fifty-six. Surely you can set me up with some gigs.’

    ‘I’ve tried Billy, I’ve tried. There’s a lot of competition …’

    ‘Huh, you call this new crap ‘music’? If that’s competition then I’ll eat my arse,’ he scoffed.

    ‘I’m thinking we could build a new image for you. You know, like Paul O’Grady and Julian Clary. They went to the country and then …’

    ‘One ended up on Strictly Come Dancing and the other’s doing a bloody animal show. Christ, I hate animals and I can’t dance for toffees. Why do you keep lumping me in with bum bandits?’

    ‘Gays, Billy. People call them gays these days. It’s image building mate. If you look like a country gent we may have a chance of getting you on I'm A Celebrity...Get Me Out Of Here!

    Billy’s eyes sparkled.

    ‘Wicked.’

    ‘I do wish you would stop talking like you’re stuck in the eighties,’ Ian sighed.

    ‘And you think moving to the country will be good for my image?’ Billy asked doubtfully.

    Ian nodded.

    ‘I’ll put it out to the media. We may even get a story.’

    Billy punched the air.

    ‘We can say I’m going there to meditate and stuff. That I’m into tantric sex like Sting. They like all that. We can do some photo shoots of me in those yoga positions. Isn’t there some charity in Nepal I can support? How about if we give Richard Gere a bell, he’s into all that stuff isn’t he?’

    Ian closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

    ‘Let’s keep it a bit more low key shall we?’ he said patiently. ‘Keep the press guessing for a bit and then we’ll give them a story. I know the break up with Clara was tough but you’ve got to stop knocking off twenty-five-year-olds. It looks a bit, you know …’

    ‘It looks a bit what?’

    ‘Immature. You look like you’re going through a midlife crisis. Give yourself a nice break. A good bit of image building is what we need. The press will be crying out to know what’s happened to you.’

    Not that they could really give a shit, he thought, but didn’t say that to Billy. There was a lot Ian thought but never said.

    ‘You know Clara’s asking for dog bloody maintenance?’ scoffed Billy. ‘That bleeding dog is better groomed than I am.’

    ‘That’s not hard, Billy.’

    ‘She feeds it caviar. I bloody ask you. It nearly bit my whatsit off once. All I was trying to do was get into my own bed. It was my bed of course. Comes to something when the only threesome you have with your tart is with her bloody poodle.’

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