Air Guitar and Caviar

Busker Dylan spends his days pulling pints in the local pub and singing on the high street, waiting for fame to call. That suits him fine, until beautiful, but frosty, air stewardess, Scarlett, tosses some coins into his hat but ignores his killer smile and his offer of pizza.
He sets out to get the girl, but Scarlett isn’t in the right frame of mind to date anyone, let alone a penniless, if charming, busker boy.

Dylan's desperate for his big break, but will it bring him the happiness he longs for? And with Scarlett's past threatening to ruin her future, will Dylan be left to make sweet music all on his own?

My Review
This is a charming read. Fans of sweet romances will enjoy this book. Dylan and Scarlett made a cute couple. Although, I must admit that in the beginning my first introduction and impression of Scarlett was not a great one. The way that she snapped at Dylan was rude. Yeah, she apologized but with her guarded attitude, it took me a long time to warm up to her; unlike Dylan. Dylan was so kind and oozed warmth. Yet, the more I read the more I really did like these two as well as the story. The sex scenes were spicy without being overly hot. The story had emotion, a good storyline, drama, romance, and likeable characters. I would read another book from this author. A quick read.
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Author Bio – Jackie Ladbury was desperate to become a journalist when she left school but was ousted within minutes on the day of the exam at her local rag because she'd forgotten to bring a pen.

Short and sharp lesson learned.

Her budding writing career was not on hold for long, though, as Jackie found herself scribbling love stories of pilots and 'hosties' while she flew in aeroplanes of various shapes and sizes as a flight attendant herself.

Fast forward a good few years and, after being short-listed in a couple of prestigious romantic writing competitions, Jackie decided it was time to discard her stilettos, say goodbye to the skies and concentrate on writing romantic novels, where the only given is a guaranteed 'happy ever after.'

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Excerpt from Air Guitar and Caviar. Air-stewardess Scarlett has been coerced by her niece Elsa to spend time with Dylan the busker in the park.

‘So, do you come here often?' Scarlett quipped, once they’d settled by the park lake, a coffee each and a large milkshake for Elsa.

‘I apologise unreservedly for that comment the other day, and yes, I do come to the park quite a lot. It helps my concentration, when I’m composing. I bring Scrappy-doo, my singing partner’s dog, sometimes, so I don’t look like a sad weirdo, or like I’m up to no good. Not that I am up to no good, of course,’ he added quickly, slapping his forehead. ‘What am I saying?’ He turned big eyes toward Scarlett. ‘I do myself no favours. I’m really not weird, trust me.’

She waved her arm, dismissing his comments. ‘You write songs, though? That’s pretty weird in my world.’

‘Yes, I already told you that. Didn’t you believe me?’ He turned his attention toward Elsa, who pulled at his arm, having noisily sucked her glass dry in seconds.

Elsa passed him a lump of crusty bread. ‘Here's your bit.’ She obviously wasn’t going to be fobbed off, and Dylan started to break his bread into tiny lumps, as if buying time. ‘Dylan, stop messing around and come oonnn.’

‘I’m coming. Keep your wig on,’ he laughed, as Elsa tried to pull him up.

‘We'll let Aunty Scarlett sit here a while, because she gets very tired being a hostess for foreign men,’ she said, giving Dylan big, sad eyes.

Dylan's own eyes widened as he took stock of Scarlett. ‘That sounds too interesting to pretend I didn’t hear it. Actually, it sounds so much worse than me watching Elsa dance.’

Scarlett put her hand to her brow, pushing back her fringe. ‘No, it’s not half as good as it sounds. I'll tell you when you get back. Go.’ She pushed him away, as Elsa hopped from one leg to the other with impatience, until Dylan stood up and headed down to the water’s edge.

They messed about by the lakeside, Elsa splashing about in her red ladybird-covered wellingtons, laughing as she waddled in the mud mimicking the ducks. She put a lot of effort into throwing the bread out into the water, and the two of them cheered when the moorhens outswam the geese to get at the bread. When her wellies got stuck in the mud, Dylan scooped her up before plonking her down on the grass, afterwards braving the duck poo-smeared mud to rescue the wellingtons.

 From her spot on the bench, Scarlett enjoyed watching their antics and found herself touched by Dylan’s consideration of Elsa. After a while, though, she realised she was focussing more on Dylan than Elsa. A lot more.

His long legs were encased nicely inside very faded denims, and his thin tee-shirt, with a weird logo on the back, showed off a nicely honed torso. His hair was unruly and probably not the best fashion accessory although cute curls crept around his neck, drawing her attention to his broad shoulders. Luckily, his face more than made up for any deficiency – or more particularly, his smile and his blue eyes. All in all, he was an exceedingly attractive package covered by very scruffy clothes.

Beyond that, she couldn’t really work him out. His manners were impeccable, and he spoke well, although she had a feeling that his idea of wining and dining would be a Big Mac and a swift half in the Dog and Duck.

She hoped he understood that she wasn’t on the market for romance, despite her giving in to the park visit, and that he wasn’t hanging around thinking she would change her mind.

Since Sky, Scarlett had become a rock and an island, and she managed very nicely on her own, even if a twinge of loneliness crept in occasionally.


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