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How will Harry the painter escape from the bikers? Who is the mysterious hitcher in the frozen Canadian winter? Will the brat Kevin get his comeuppance? And will Anouk and Hans get away with swimming in the wild? Are you a sheep or a wolf in sheep’s clothing? Do you like whips or quips? Do you soak it up, or dare you take it like a man? Or indeed a nun?.
Carte Rouge is a collection of naughty, short stories, a series of sly vignettes and comic tableaux, compiled and curated by new best friends, George and Giorgio. For all members of the lazy book club, Carte Rouge is the indulgent companion for idle days by the pool, the longeurs of the airport lounge and the post-industrial metro of the modern world. – M T Sands
Jerry believed this about himself: he would always be in debt to the powers-that-be but in credit with the opposite sex. He was indeed a good-looking fellow, and not only that, he had whiff of rakish class about him. The devil-may-care smile, the mop of unruly but not untidy hair, the loafers and the tailor-made …
When he arrived with his wife at the clinic in Valencia, Lorenzo was understandably anxious. His wife, however, was in a buoyant mood. “Lore’,” she whispered. “Mi piace questo posto. È molto pulito! Very clean! Sono molto disponibili. Very professional.” She smiled as the nurse handed her the information pack with the white crest of …
“Bonjour.” “Ca va.” Jean-Luc waved his way through the open plan office on his way to the meeting room. He loved the meeting rooms at the office. Sure, they were OK for meetings or calls, but it was the frosted glass that provided all the entertainment. On the glass that separated each room, the frosted …
Paola could feel the tension churning within her as they drove through the village to Giovanni’s family home. The housekeeper was out to greet them and help Giovanni with Paola’s bags. “Come sta? How is she?” “She’s awake. She finished her lunch. Buonasera, Signorina.” Paola smiled back. The house was set well back from the …
“Papa, will you give me a break… Yes, I am going to see the clients in the morning.” Giorgio hung up in exasperation. He lit a cigarette. He was still fuming at his father when he saw the Count standing at the bar. Giorgio had not seen the Count for a number of years. He …
“A gentleman is simply a patient wolf.” Lana Turner “A wolf is simply an impatient gentleman.” Giorgio A friend of mine, Patti, is a very important psychiatrist in southern Italy, I joke with her, she cannot become my shrink. We know far too much about each other. Anyway, besides being a shrink, Patti is also …
Kevin was, in his own humble estimation, the local lothario; having seen off all the competition, he was always ready for the naïve, young lushes who found their way into the Dog and Duck. The only spanner in the works was his sister, Katy. She was a lot cleverer than him, and he resented that. …
Picture the scene in a Parisian boudoir. A gentleman sits in an attitude of appraisal, hand resting on silver knob of ash plant, while a young lady takes off her dress. She rolls down her stockings and lies back against the sunburst headboard of the bed with her legs akimbo, like two pale chevrons… “Now …
For a Thai boy of nineteen years, Nakharin had what many would consider a prize job. He was a masseur at one of the few five-star hotels on the beach. He could have easily been a masseur at a four-star hotel but the five-star clientele were nicer to him and gave such excellent tips. Nakharin …
Danilo had parked in an abandoned field near the seminary school. He opened the boot and took out the tools of his trade, the buckets, trowels and spades. He was about to take the back seat down when he heard a noise. “Why did you stop?” “I thought I heard something. Did you?” “No.” “It …