Harry Walks Into A Bar

By Sharon Livingstone

Harry Marples is recovering from The Bad Day and everything is going well until he agrees to meet Ruby at a bar and finds his ex-girlfriend there instead. Not to worry, Harry will make it up to Ruby. If only he can get her to talk to him. Meanwhile, Harry has to convince his work colleagues, friends and even his barista that The Red Card Man did exist.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sharon Livingstone
• Release date: Jun 16, 2018
• ISBN: 9780994358257

Sharon Livingstone

Sharon grew up on the Northern Rivers of New South Wales, running wild on a beef cattle property outside of Casino. Sharon packed her bags and headed for the big smoke of Sydney straight out of school, working in a variety of jobs until she studied to be a Sports Therapist and Remedial Massage Therapist. In her early 20s, Sharon discovered solo travel was excellent for understanding her place in the world. She’s never forgotten the open spaces of the farm or life on the banks of the Richmond River and still heads into the bush to touch the trees, listen to the birds and watch the lizards and occasional snake to be inspired. Before she could write, Sharon narrated and cassette recorded an adventurous tale of some tongs, a dishmop and a pair of scissors. Her Mum loved it. Storytelling has been a part of her life ever since. Sharon’s first book, Red Inks, an eclectic collection of flash fiction, was published in 2015.

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HARRY WALKS INTO A BAR

– The Adventures of Harry Marples –

– Book 2 –

By Sharon Livingstone

Copyright © 2018 Sharon Livingstone

All rights reserved.

ISBN-13: 9780994358257

Harry Marples’ relationship with his Siberian Forest cat, Carol had been tenuous since The Bad Day, when he’d locked himself out of his apartment without having fed her.

It was as though Carol no longer trusted him. If Harry dared to touch his keys before there was a substantial amount of food in her bowl, Carol would stalk to the front door and sprawl there until the situation was rectified. Between Harry’s guilt and Carol’s vigilance, Carol had put on significant weight in the last ten days.

And she did not like Harry’s haircut.

After the Hashtag Hip Hot Tip debacle, Harry had scheduled a session with his barber.

‘Something different,’ Harry had suggested to the man who wrapped the cape around his neck.

He soon regretted it as his locks were reduced to stubble in one deft stroke of the clippers. The scars Harry Marples had acquired from his dark years playing schoolboy rugby left him with the appearance of an escaped prisoner. Only with less ink