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Publisher Description
If you've got it, flaunt it...
Young, ambitious, and pretty damn good-looking, Andrew Collins knows that the workaday world is not enough for him. He wants more than a boring job and a mediocre life. Mostly, though, he wants more money. So when he answers an ad for male escorts, Andrew figures he's just found the perfect way to make a buck -- with a "Sugar Mama." But he soon finds that his older paramour, along with her bizarre and somewhat sinister friends, may be taking him for what looks to be a very bumpy ride with no brakes on board.
Just try not to lose it.
But now that he's finally got the green, Andrew finds himself drawn to the plainest of Janes. She's a no-nonsense, deep-thinking shop assistant who's saddened to see the real Andrew being suffocated under a pile of fancy clothes and flashy frills -- not his type at all. So why can't he stop thinking about her? Maybe because life in the lap of luxury isn't what it seems -- or even what he truly wants? Caught between cold cash and a warm heart, Andrew must figure out what matters most: his love of money, his love of himself, or love, period....
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
A wage slave turned gigolo seeks love and money in English freelance journalist Brooke's silly, mildly amusing second novel, his first published here. What begins as a stint at a London escort agency for disenchanted 24-year-old media sales flunky Andrew Collins turns freelance once Marion, an oft-divorced American client in her 50s, proposes they see each other exclusively. Relying on the advice of Mark, an older and somewhat more seasoned gentleman of the trade, Andrew attempts to make the financial most of his situation. But as Marion's demands become incrementally more outrageous (and here's where Brooke's at his comic finest), Andrew is forced to decide between the enticements of his moneyed client and those of the more beguiling but less financially established Jane, a shop girl who sees straight through Andrew's pretensions and doesn't care one bit for them. Brooke's prose is peppered with designer names and tony hotspots, enough to bridge the male/female gap and inch his book that much closer to the Midas stuff of chick lit. But its tale of a gorgeous male 20-something struggling with greed and an inability to commit may also alienate a few female readers. FYI: Just when you thought lad lit was dead, Downtown promises plenty of upcoming "hip fiction by male authors," courtesy of their Boys of Summer.
