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Forget about Cool Britannia and Gallic Chic. Scotland is having a fashion moment...
London's most glamorous glossy magazine is in trouble. Advertising revenues are non
existent, and if editor Laura Lake can't pick them up, she's out of a job.
According to those in the know, Scotland is having a fashion moment. Haggis
tempura is on Michelin-starred menus, smart spas are offering porridge facials, and a
chain of eco-hotels is offering celebrity bagpipe lessons. So Laura's off to a baronial
estate in the Scottish Highlands to get a slice of this ultra-high-end market.
It's supposed to be gorgeous, glitzy and glamorous. But intrigue follows Laura like
night follows day. And at Glenravish Castle – a shooting lodge fit for a billionaire –
Laura finds herself hunting for a scoop that won't just save her job, it could save her
life...
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Outside Bev’s office door, Honor gave her a sympathetic smile. There was something
rather weary about it, as if she’d had to smile many such smiles over the last few
weeks.
Back in her own office, Laura closed the door and turned the sign to Do Not
Disturb. Her secretary, Demelza, glanced over with interest as she played with the
neon-pink feather at the base of her long black plait. Demelza’s style was high-end
Minnehaha: fringed beaded ankle boots, denim minidresses and round coloured
sunglasses. Most of Demelza’s summer was spent at the type of exclusive festivals
that did not admit ordinary members of the public.
Demelza stopped playing with her hair and made a ‘T’ sign with her forefingers,
one of which was tattooed with a tiger. Laura nodded. A cup of tea would be
welcome, even one made badly by Demelza, who had yet to grasp the most basic
secretarial duty. She was hopeless at her job but brought a certain joie de vivre to
things, as well as an eclectic contacts book which had come in very useful . Demelza
knew everyone from Cabinet ministers to cabaret dancers, and most of them were her
devoted slaves.
Laura sat down at her desk and stared at the copy of Simpleton that Bev had given
her, almost literally as a parting shot. The smoothly beautiful face of Savannah
Bouche smiled kittenishly up at her and Laura felt the Poison Pixie’s knife twist
painfully between her ribs.
She had been given an impossible task, and yet somehow she had to make it
happen. The volley of threats Bev had issued as she left the CEO’s office were still
ringing in her ears. If she didn’t succeed in making the advertising ratio 75 per cent,
the Poison Pixie would sack her. But much worse than that, she would make Society
an online-only magazine.
Laura did not want to be sacked, but she absolutely could not bear to think of her
precious publication disappearing, quite literally, into the ether. She got a daily kick
out of seeing Society on the news stands, holding its own among international heavy
hitters such as Vogue and Vanity Fair. The idea of its beautiful glossy cover with its
distinctive title never being seen again made her want to weep.
It would be such a waste, too. She was doing something with Society that no one else
was doing with any publication anywhere. Her magazine was utterly original and the formula was a success; her many journalistic awards attested to that. It had all been achieved by sticking to certain principles, such as refusing to give interview subjects ‘copy approval’, or the right to change the article as they wished and make it bland and boring. Nor had she ever run ‘puff’ pieces which extolled advertisers. And had she not just recruited Alice, who was
shining a hard, bright light into some of luxury’s darker corners? She had to protect
all this, Laura reminded herself fiercely.
Even so, her heart sank. How could she, whilst attracting advertisers in the
numbers demanded, particularly at the enormous rates charged for pages in the
magazine?
Laura sank her head on her arms in despair. Perhaps she should just walk out now,
throw in the towel and save herself the agony of inevitable failure – failure in the eyes of all her journalistic peers, too. If she left straightaway her chances of getting another job would be better. But could she leave in such circumstances? Without even trying?
Slowly, she raised her head again. Her dark eyes, reflected in the glass panes of her
office, were steady and resolute. Laura had a stubborn streak. She believed in herself.
She had overcome great odds in the past and this was just the latest challenge. Her
father, she knew, would have thought the same. Peter Lake never walked away from a
difficult situation. In the end, it had cost him his life.
Laura smiled at her reflection. She would overcome somehow – together with her
trusty staff members. They would all pull together and come up with the answer.
They would start with an emergency editorial meeting.
Number-one bestselling author Wendy Holden was a journalist on Tatler, The
Sunday Times, and the Mail on Sunday before becoming an author.
She has since written ten consecutive Sunday TimesTop Ten bestsellers. She lives in Derbyshire.
Vist her website at www.wendyholden.net
Follow Wendy:
Facebook: @WendyHoldenAuthor
Twitter: @Wendy_Holden
Website: wendyholden.net
A View to a Kilt
by WENDY HOLDEN
On my blog today I have the pleasure of sharing with you.....
A View to a Kilt
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Book Information
London's most glamorous glossy magazine is in trouble. Advertising revenues are non
existent, and if editor Laura Lake can't pick them up, she's out of a job.
According to those in the know, Scotland is having a fashion moment. Haggis
tempura is on Michelin-starred menus, smart spas are offering porridge facials, and a
chain of eco-hotels is offering celebrity bagpipe lessons. So Laura's off to a baronial
estate in the Scottish Highlands to get a slice of this ultra-high-end market.
It's supposed to be gorgeous, glitzy and glamorous. But intrigue follows Laura like
night follows day. And at Glenravish Castle – a shooting lodge fit for a billionaire –
Laura finds herself hunting for a scoop that won't just save her job, it could save her
life...
Amazon: https://amzn.to/2tgBmAj
iBooks: https://apple.co/2WiRyxu
Kobo: http://bit.ly/2YgOF1L
GooglePlay: http://bit.ly/2um883v
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Excerpt
rather weary about it, as if she’d had to smile many such smiles over the last few
weeks.
Back in her own office, Laura closed the door and turned the sign to Do Not
Disturb. Her secretary, Demelza, glanced over with interest as she played with the
neon-pink feather at the base of her long black plait. Demelza’s style was high-end
Minnehaha: fringed beaded ankle boots, denim minidresses and round coloured
sunglasses. Most of Demelza’s summer was spent at the type of exclusive festivals
that did not admit ordinary members of the public.
Demelza stopped playing with her hair and made a ‘T’ sign with her forefingers,
one of which was tattooed with a tiger. Laura nodded. A cup of tea would be
welcome, even one made badly by Demelza, who had yet to grasp the most basic
secretarial duty. She was hopeless at her job but brought a certain joie de vivre to
things, as well as an eclectic contacts book which had come in very useful . Demelza
knew everyone from Cabinet ministers to cabaret dancers, and most of them were her
devoted slaves.
Laura sat down at her desk and stared at the copy of Simpleton that Bev had given
her, almost literally as a parting shot. The smoothly beautiful face of Savannah
Bouche smiled kittenishly up at her and Laura felt the Poison Pixie’s knife twist
painfully between her ribs.
She had been given an impossible task, and yet somehow she had to make it
happen. The volley of threats Bev had issued as she left the CEO’s office were still
ringing in her ears. If she didn’t succeed in making the advertising ratio 75 per cent,
the Poison Pixie would sack her. But much worse than that, she would make Society
an online-only magazine.
Laura did not want to be sacked, but she absolutely could not bear to think of her
precious publication disappearing, quite literally, into the ether. She got a daily kick
out of seeing Society on the news stands, holding its own among international heavy
hitters such as Vogue and Vanity Fair. The idea of its beautiful glossy cover with its
distinctive title never being seen again made her want to weep.
It would be such a waste, too. She was doing something with Society that no one else
was doing with any publication anywhere. Her magazine was utterly original and the formula was a success; her many journalistic awards attested to that. It had all been achieved by sticking to certain principles, such as refusing to give interview subjects ‘copy approval’, or the right to change the article as they wished and make it bland and boring. Nor had she ever run ‘puff’ pieces which extolled advertisers. And had she not just recruited Alice, who was
shining a hard, bright light into some of luxury’s darker corners? She had to protect
all this, Laura reminded herself fiercely.
Even so, her heart sank. How could she, whilst attracting advertisers in the
numbers demanded, particularly at the enormous rates charged for pages in the
magazine?
Laura sank her head on her arms in despair. Perhaps she should just walk out now,
throw in the towel and save herself the agony of inevitable failure – failure in the eyes of all her journalistic peers, too. If she left straightaway her chances of getting another job would be better. But could she leave in such circumstances? Without even trying?
Slowly, she raised her head again. Her dark eyes, reflected in the glass panes of her
office, were steady and resolute. Laura had a stubborn streak. She believed in herself.
She had overcome great odds in the past and this was just the latest challenge. Her
father, she knew, would have thought the same. Peter Lake never walked away from a
difficult situation. In the end, it had cost him his life.
Laura smiled at her reflection. She would overcome somehow – together with her
trusty staff members. They would all pull together and come up with the answer.
They would start with an emergency editorial meeting.
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Author Bio
Sunday Times, and the Mail on Sunday before becoming an author.
She has since written ten consecutive Sunday TimesTop Ten bestsellers. She lives in Derbyshire.
Vist her website at www.wendyholden.net
Facebook: @WendyHoldenAuthor
Twitter: @Wendy_Holden
Website: wendyholden.net
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