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Source ISBN: 9780008264611
Ebook Edition © February 2018 ISBN: 9780008264628
Version: 2018-02-16
To all new readers,
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Contents
Read on for an extract of Fern’s new novel, Coming Home
Richard was cold.
Cold and wet.
His silver hair, wet with raindrops, flopped over his forehead as he hunched into his tweed overcoat, and turned against the wind and penetrating rain. God, but England could be miserable in the winter.
He should be in Massachusetts, but here he was, spending ten days in the UK. A very old friend had persuaded him to make a cameo appearance in a film directed by a young whizz-kid who needed a leg up the Hollywood ladder.
He hadn’t wanted to do it. He’d had a busy year and was in need of a break.
Physically and mentally.
It was a mess.
The director didn’t know her arse from her elbow and the crew were just as clueless. He was losing patience, and his cold, which had set in on the flight over from LA, filled his nose, ears and brains.
He was not a happy man.
Tizzy, the director, had finished bossing everyone around and was ready at last.
‘Here we go and … action.’
Richard opened his mouth but, to his embarrassment, no words came out.
‘Cut!’ shouted Tizzy impatiently. She stomped up to him. ‘What is the matter?’
He smiled as nicely as he could. ‘Sorry, I forgot the line.’
‘Got it now? Or do you want Sadie to give you the script, again?’
‘No, no. It’s fine.’ His patience was almost lost, but he hung onto it.
She turned and walked quickly back to her position.