Tell No One

You have an insight many authors don't possess. Your ability to sense how people are

feeling has seen through me."

"What are you nervous about?"

"Those who pay my wages have insisted I find an author to write a romance novel.

You're the next in line."

"I don't write romance. I write crime. I've got lots of great ideas on how to expand the

Kendal chronicles. Fire Games was just the beginning. In a few short years, there's going

to be a shelf full of crime novels. They'll be great."

"James, you're probably not aware of the fact we receive at least two hundred emails a

day from your fans."

"So, what does that tell you?" he interrupted.

"I know where this conversation is heading," hinted Amanda.

"It's plain and simple; readers love my crime novels."

"James, start writing a romance novel. I've booked you into a bed and breakfast hotel

in Mt Martha for the next four weeks."

"I've already explained the fact I can't write romance."

Of course, you can. You're a handsome bloke. Kiss a woman then write a fantasy

about her. Better still; go and meet her at a local dance. Chat the woman up for a few hours

and go to a cheap hotel somewhere. You know what to do from there."

"What do you have in mind?"

"Do I have to spell it out?"

"I'm not the kind of bloke who jumps into bed with any woman."