Just Like in the Movies

by Clare London

Overview

All Bailey wants is to be a good negotiator, and to impress his boss and teacher, the legendary Drew Fletcher. He admires Fletcher for his skills in the field, but that doesn’t stop him admiring the man for other, more romantic reasons as well. In a tense hostage situation, it’s pretty unlikely Bailey’s usual, rash behaviour will cover him in glory, but in his dreams, it’s all going to happen just like in the movies.

When he finally acts to protect his boss, it doesn’t go the way he hopes -- or does it? Will Bailey get to play the hero and get the guy of his dreams?

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781935753698
Publisher:	JMS Books LLC
Publication date:	08/27/2012
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
Pages:	9
Sales rank:	580,636
File size:	310 KB
Age Range:	12 - 18 Years

About the Author

Clare took the pen name London from the city where she lives, loves, and writes. A lone, brave female in a frenetic, testosterone-fuelled family home, she juggles her writing with the weekly wash, waiting for the far distant day when she can afford to give up her day job as an accountant. She’s written in many genres and across many settings, with novels and short stories published both online and in print. She says she likes variety in her writing while friends say she’s just fickle, but as long as both theories spawn good fiction, she’s happy.

Read an Excerpt

I don't know why I doubted it in the first place. Fletcher, after all, was a master. He was my mentor. He wrote the book on proactive procedure, and he breathed and slept tactical negotiation. He could talk a bird down from the tree; he could sell ice to an Eskimo. He'd taken issue with the President; he'd crossed swords with the CIA. And now he trained newbies like me to crash in after him and fuck things up.

Well, okay, so that's why I went in, in the first place, right? Because of him. Fletcher. Yeah, he wrote the book--but I've lived it. Some gut feeling made me think he might need help; and there was no chapter in the training manual on that subject.

That gut feeling helped me see Mad, Hungry Guy's hidden handgun just a fraction before he did. Before Fletcher did.

What followed was so not like the movies I'll never pay my entrance fee to a blockbuster again, not even for the popcorn. Fletcher might have been calling to me to watch out for myself, though I think the only thing I actually heard him murmur was 'Butt out, you moron'. I might have misheard because of the roaring in my ears, of course. Or the panicky, scary thudding of my heart. I didn't stop to ask--I just leaped forward in front of him and went to take the Mad, Hungry Guy down.