Access All Areas: HarperImpulse Contemporary Fiction. Charlotte Phillips
Читать онлайн.| Название | Access All Areas: HarperImpulse Contemporary Fiction |
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| Автор произведения | Charlotte Phillips |
| Жанр | Современная зарубежная литература |
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| Издательство | Современная зарубежная литература |
| Год выпуска | 0 |
| isbn | 9780008119379 |
Access All Areas
CHARLOTTE PHILLIPS
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First published in Great Britain by HarperImpulse 2015
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In memory of my fantastic Dad. I love and miss you.
Contents
Coming soon from Charlotte Phillips …
Anna Clark tried for the third time to squeeze her fingernails under the stupid sash window of room 214 of London’s Lavington Hotel, and prise it open. With each failed attempt, panic had increased its attempt to throttle her and panic was the last thing you needed when you were two floors up and on the wrong side of the sodding window.
What she needed now was a cool head. And possibly nail extensions, not that she’d ever so much as crossed the threshold of a beauty salon. Long nails might be great for opening ridiculous sash windows that shut by themselves, but when you earned a living as a photographer, long nails were the last thing you needed. Not that it was earning her anywhere near a living at the moment, which was actually the whole point of her being here.
It had all sounded so easy two days ago back in the sunny little kitchen at home. Exclusively her home now since her father had died, nearly six months to the day after her mother. She’d only just emerged from the crushing grief and shock, taking comfort in holding on to what remnants of family life she had left, to find it wouldn’t be her home for much longer if she didn’t find a swift and sizeable cash injection.
Her old school friend Lucy had offered some straight talking, mainly because she couldn’t offer money.
‘I’d love to help,’ she said on the phone, ‘but they pay peanuts at the hotel and I’m still having no luck with auditions.’
Lucy liked to describe herself as a jobbing actress who filled in the gaps by working as a waitress at the Lavington. Lately it was more the other way round. Her last acting job had been seven months ago, an advert for crisps which had required her to say the line ‘Love That Crunch.’ Hollywood was an elusive animal.
‘It’s fine. I’ve got lots more people I can ask,’ Anna had lied. ‘I just need to find enough to buy me some extra time with the bank. Then maybe I can get a second job, get things back under control…’
Selling her soul was beginning to sound appealing.