What do you do when there’s no ‘right thing’ left
to do?
Stefani and Clynt’s perfect celebrity
lives shatter when Clynt makes a vulgar anti-war comment to the
wrong person – an undercover journalist. As the aftermath
threatens to ruin his career, his estranged identical twin returns
from the Middle East as a war-hero. He was Stefani’s first
love, whose heart she broke, but now her feelings won’t stay
in the past.
From a frothy, happy beginning, the
complications and consequences of everyone’s behaviour
weaves a tangled web as sparkling, wry and ultimately bitter
as the jazz Stefani’s learning to sing.
JUST OUT!
Crossfire: A love-triangle
and a tragicomedy of mistaken identity with political entanglements,
set in contemporary Los Angeles.
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“Hey, Sergeant,
look at this!” They scrambled over with the magazine
to show him the resemblance.
“Are you two brothers or something, sir?”
“Don’t be a numbskull, Collins, they’ve
got different surnames! Anyway, if his brother was Clynt Styles,
what would he be doing here? He’d be in Hollywood drinking
champagne out of girls’ navels. Right, Sergeant?”
“He’s my twin,” said Tommy shortly.
They stared at him, momentarily silenced.
“My identical twin.”
“But,” stammered Brandon. “He’s all
scrawny and pale…”
“And I haul rocks with you guys all day in the desert.”
Their eyes were drawn back to the actor’s photograph.
The likeness made it impossible to argue, but they couldn’t
take it in.
“So why aren’t you in Hollywood getting A-list
pussy?” asked Lewis eventually.
“I said he’s my twin, not me.” Tommy’s
scowl deepened. “And we have a word for people who piss
off when the going gets tough: deserters.”
