Friday, January 22, 2010
GetToKnowTheBook: ‘The Sharp Points of a Triangle’ by Rachel Brimble
Mmm, the inspiration behind The Sharp Points of a Triangle. Hannah and Jamie’s story arose from a newspaper story I read about a man who tracked down a woman he’d never stopped loving and they married six months later after being reunited. Romantic? Yes. A little boring for a 70,000 word novel, yes! So what did I do? I dug deep and imagined what it would feel like to have an ex you still love turn up in your life but as the ultimate business rival – and he still has the infuriating ability to evoke the most tangible sexual need in you known to man…sparks people, sparks! The ‘triangle’ part comes in through the network of relationships running through the novel – there are ex’s, there are work associates, there are even sixty-year-old neighbours with a leather swing in their garden. The story is full of fun, laughter, tears and ultimately love on the truest level possible. Enjoy!
Here’s an excerpt…
I eagerly follow my boss, Mr. Baxter. Surely God would not be cruel enough to sit me within fifty feet of Jamie, so ahead of me is a night of getting to know new people and hopefully, ferret out some information concerning the
reason I am here ―Malcolm Jenkins. We walk among the tables, looking at place cards and company logos. Nothing.
“I can’t see our names anywhere,” I say.
“Oh, we’re sure to be here somewhere, dear,” Mr. Baxter murmurs.
And then my stomach tightens and my heart thumps hard inside my chest when I see Jamie standing not five feet away from me. Yep, God must love getting a kick out of watching me squirm. Hey, maybe I rose up against the Church in the fourteenth century or something and now he’s paying me back big time. He is standing by one of the tables, his hand on the back of a chair talking to a sickeningly gorgeous blonde. Her size six figure is sheathed
in a pale pink dress that glides over her body like a second skin, and falls to her ankles in soft delicate folds.
“Condom in heels,” I mutter.
“Did you say something, dear?” asks Mr. Baxter.
“No, no. I’ll bet twenty pounds this will be us,” I say, approaching
I walk closer to Jamie and his companion and peer at the name cards, purposely turning my back to them in an ardent display of disinterest. But then Mr. Baxter has no such qualms and comes bouncing up beside
me like a God damn jack in the box.
“Jamie! What a coincidence you should be seated between Hannah and me,” he gushes. “And who is this stunning, young lady? Your wife?”
Nausea rises bitter and unwelcome in my throat as my breath catches. Time stands still. I wait for his answer. Bastard. Why didn’t I consider the fact he could be married? Bastard. Who the hell does he think he is,
running his eyes over me like a bloody Casanova ready to pounce when he’s got a wife who looks like that? He gives a deep throaty laugh which immediately warms my body in places that have no right to be warm.
“No, no, I’m not married, Reginald,” he says, with a laugh. “Let me introduce Andrea Kingsley. She’s one of Lloyds’ top performing advisers.”
I sniff. Yeah, I bet. Performing is right―most likely on her back. But my relief rushes out on a breath. I move to sit down but realise the chair on which Jamie is resting his hand is mine. Damn it. When I look up, he’s watching me. In fact, all three of them are.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” I extend my hand to Condom. “Hannah Boyd. Pleased to meet you.”
She gives me a pinched smile and takes my hand. Her eyes linger on mine for a moment too long. “Pleased to meet you too, Hannah.”
I smile back and hope it doesn’t look as overdone as it feels. There’s a long silence and I wonder which one of us is going to fill it. But we are all saved by the bell, literally. The Master of Ceremonies asks that we all
be seated, and when I move to pull out my chair, Jamie gets there first. My eyes meet his and he winks. My heart gives a hard kick, but I merely nod my thanks and gracefully sit down. Opening my menu, I promptly hide behind it. How did this happen? How could I work so damn hard to pass exams and prove myself competent as an adviser, only to find myself sitting next to the one person I was always so bloody hot for. I’d even had to demand
he shove his respectful restraint up his arse, in order to lose my virginity with him, for crying out loud!
This is bad, really bad―I can feel an eruption of volcanic proportions brewing.
Blurb for ‘The Sharp Points of a Triangle’ - Hannah Boyd has been crowned the youngest Independent Financial Adviser in the UK. She has kicked out her boyfriend whose idea of romance is leaving a present of skid-marked boxers on the bedroom floor, or sharing a chilli-kebab in front of the football on a Saturday night. She is successful, single and about to secure the one of the wealthiest men in England as one of her clients. But then the one person she never wanted to see again reappears as her biggest competitor…and temptation.
Jamie Young never stopped loving her but is now competing against her in the cut-throat business world. He has to find a way to secure both the lucrative client and Hannah. Will she agree to work to him so he can keep her close and let him mend the heart he broke so badly? Or has he lost her forever?