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Mills and Bang 

The response to the creation of our new publishing house, Mills& Bang was remarkable – all titles were sold out within days of hitting the bookstalls and Yomping into Passion appeared briefly in the Cross-Channel bestseller list.
         Now, Moreover Enterprises Ltd is proud to announce a further selection of Mills & Bang novels – the novels that are as tough as old boots yet as soft as a first kiss!

 

Debbie felt the wind streaming through her hair as she kicked Marmaduke into a gallop. How good it felt to be on her favourite horse once more, the soft turf of the Downs beneath his hooves and the English Channel twinkling in the sun, way, way in the distance. Her memories of Oscar seemed just a bad dream.
         Suddenly she became aware that another rider was closing in to meet her. Crossly, she reined in and waited for him to arrive.
         ‘I’m sorry’, said the newcomer affably, ‘but this is private property. Restricted, you know.’
         ‘To whom, may I ask?’
         ‘Members of the regiment. Captain Bruce Derwent at your service.’
         ‘And I,’ said Debbie coolly, ‘am Major Deborah Merryweather, newly joined to the regiment.’
         Derwent’s face changed. But before he could bring himself to salute her, a shot rang out and whistled past them. Quick as a flash he had leapt from his horse, bundled her from hers and rolled them both into a safe position in the grass.
         ‘Who’s trying to kill us? ’she gasped, thrilling strangely to the touch of his uniformed arm.
         ‘Nobody. It’s an army firing range. They could kill anybody. By the way,’ he said, his mouth not six inches from her perfect ear, ‘I believe you know my best friend, Oscar Threadgold. Major,’ he added reluctantly.
         Oscar! His dark handsome face came before her, with its twisted smile. Then she looked at Bruce’s sandy open features. How were their destinies to be intertwined?
         ‘Perhaps you could put me down now, Captain,’ she said icily.

 

Mans Girl

‘Sorry to bother you, sir,’ said the sergeant, but I’d like to have a word about Private Simple.’
         ‘What’s the trouble?’ said the captain.
         ‘Fact is,’ said the sergeant, ‘I think Private Simple’s a woman.’
         The captain drummed his pencil on the desk.
         ‘Extraordinary thing to say, sergeant. What makes you think so?’
         ‘Difficult to pin down, sir. The way he walks. The extra large battle tunic. The tendency to use lipstick and shave his legs.’
         ‘Does he pull his weight otherwise?’
         ‘Absolutely. Best soldier in the platoon.’
‘Then I wouldn’t worry, too much sergeant. We need all the good men we can get, even if they are women.’
         Damn, thought the captain. They’re on to Yvonne’s and my little scheme. It was only as the door closed that the captain realised there was something odd about the sergeant. He was wearing high-heeled shoes. Were their destinies to be intermingled in some strange way?

 

Rowena, flushing, went hot and cold, She felt limp. There was a roaring in her ears. Not surprising as she was half-way through her first-ever parachute jump.
          ‘I say!’ said a voice. She looked round. There was man in the air near her. ‘I say, I’d open your parachute if I were you!’
         How stupid of her. She pulled the ring and the huge white canopy opened above her. The man smiled and put his thumb up as he floated away. She hated him instantly, but there was something about his warm crinkly eyes that told her their destinies would, given half a chance, be on the same downward path together.

Other titles coming soon: One Girl’s Resistance by Jean Hackett; NATO Nancy by Marcia Hastings; Passion in the Pay Corps by Briony Hanrahan etc., etc.

           

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