Chasing Charlie

By Raven McAllan

He’s never had to chase a female before. Jake discovers it’s make a move or miss out. Chasing Charlie isn’t as simple as it sounds.

Jake Bannerman, aka Jake the Rake, isn’t used to doing the running, it’s usually the other way around. He hasn’t been given that sobriquet for nothing.

Charlotte—Charlie—Allsop, newly arrived in Scotland, is in for a culture shock. She has no time for his attitude and no intention of making his life easy. If he wants her, it’s up to him to make the first move.

Which he does—just not in the way anyone expects. He teases, she retaliates, and when he discovers her middle name, she enlists his sister’s help.

As they continue the most unconventional courtship, where neither will give way, sparks fly. It’s amusing to watch, not so much to be part of it.

Until the cookery contest.

When they both enter, the competition takes second place to their one-upmanship. Or does it? Will Jake be Jake the no longer rake? Will he have no need to be chasing Charlie? Only time will tell.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Totally Entwined Group Ltd
• Release date: Jun 16, 2020
• ISBN: 9781839434044

Raven McAllan

p>A multi-published author of erotic romance, Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books. She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge. As once she is writing she is oblivious to everything else, her lovely long-suffering husband is learning to love the dust bunnies, work the Aga, and be on stand-by with a glass of wine.

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CHASING CHARLIE

RAVEN MCALLAN

Chasing Charlie

ISBN # 978-1-83943-404-4

©Copyright Raven McAllan 2020

Cover Art by Claire Siemaszkiewicz ©Copyright June 2020

Interior text design by Claire Siemaszkiewicz

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He’s never had to chase a female before. Jake discovers it’s make a move or miss out. Chasing Charlie isn’t as simple as it sounds.

Jake Bannerman, aka Jake the Rake, isn’t used to doing the running, it’s usually the other way around. He hasn’t been given that sobriquet for nothing.

Charlotte—Charlie—Allsop, newly arrived in Scotland, is in for a culture shock. She has no time for his attitude and no intention of making his life easy. If he wants her, it’s up to him to make the first move.

Which he does—just not in the way anyone expects. He teases, she retaliates, and when he discovers her middle name, she enlists his sister’s help.

As they continue the most unconventional courtship, where neither will give way, sparks fly. It’s amusing to watch, not so much to be part of it.

Until the cookery contest.

When they both enter, the competition takes second place to their one-upmanship. Or does it? Will Jake be Jake the no longer rake? Will he have no need to be chasing Charlie? Only time will tell.

Dedication

This one is for the late, great Doris O’Connor and our friends, The RavDor Chicks.

And the lovely husband, Paul of course.

Trademark Acknowledgements

The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

Wi-Fi: Wi-Fi Alliance

Airbnb: Airbnb, Inc.

Sherlock: Doyle, Sir Arthur Conan

I Wanna Hold Your Hand: Lennon, John; McCartney, Paul

Hi Ho Silver Lining: English, Scott: Weiss, Larry

Bad Moon Rising: Fogerty, John

Honkey Tonk Woman: Jagger, Mick: Richards, Keith

Pinocchio: Walt Disney

iPad: Apple, Inc.

Chapter One

A red nose and freezing ears were not the best look. Especially when she wanted to appear cool, calm and collected and not at all bothered that instead of heading to uni in Hong Kong, across the harbor on the Star Ferry with her mates, she was standing in the freezing cold, waiting for the local bus back on the east coast of Scotland. Without any mates.

Life and its bloody curve balls.

Charlotte Xiǎo Méihuā—phonetically Shu-Mai—Allsop, usually known as Charlie, stamped her feet to try to keep the circulation going and swore under her breath. Who on earth thought it a good idea not to bring hat and gloves out? It might say it was only autumn on the calendar, but no one had told the east coast of Scotland that. The uni playing fields which she passed on her walk to the nearest bus stop were white, and the pond nearby appeared as if it would freeze you if you went within three feet of it. Not that she intended to. She preferred to swim in warm and probably chlorinated, or salty, water. For one wistful moment she allowed herself to remember Big Wave Beach in Hong Kong, and long, hot, fun-filled days with her mates. One in particular, but that was over now, with no regrets. It was as they say—good while it lasted—but it wouldn’t have lasted much longer, even if she hadn’t moved away again.

Charlie blew on her fingers—it made no difference, and she suspected her nose was blue with cold because her hands were white. All she needed was something red and she could have a job imitating a flag!

Great look—not.

Why the hell had she chosen to live where she did? Okay nice house, great garden and independence, but shit, maybe she should have said sod it and found a flat share.

When would the bloody bus arrive? She’d been told it left at ten past and it was almost that now. Charlie stuffed her hands into her pockets and glanced around. Two girls, both in padded jackets and woolly hats, were huddled together giggling over something on one of their phones. Three boys—without padded jackets or hats and without blue noses—had given her the once-over then ignored her. Much to her relief. She was too cold to think of any good put-downs or pithy comments.

As they were all standing around in the same area, she had to assume they were all waiting for the now overdue bus. One of the halls of residence wasn’t far away.

Hi, no bus yet?

Charlie swung around to see a newcomer—female, thank goodness—behind her. She shook her head. Nope. I was told ten past.

The newcomer, tall and redheaded like Charlie herself, shrugged. "Ten past is a moveable time when it comes to good old Duckman’s Coaches. It’s turned up anytime from five past to twenty-five to, with no reason why. They’re quacking shite. The one they send us is as old as I am, I swear. It’s broken down on the way, run out of petrol twice, leaked rusty water all over my unsuspecting brother and had a window fall out halfway over the bumps. You know where the local council in its infinite wisdom decided to do traffic calming measures without realizing it’s probably the least used street in town. The joys of living on the outskirts of town and getting the worst bus service in the world. I’m guessing you’re new, or at least new to the joys of Duckman’s. I’m Lily Bannerman, by the way. Are you new, or have I just never met you?"

Charlie took a swift glance at the pleasant-sounding girl next to her. Her long, red hair was almost covered by an overlarge woolly hat and she was another one who wore a padded jacket and a pair of gloves. Sensible.

At least I’ve got the jacket. She’d been tempted not to bother, but thank goodness her mum had put her foot down with, ’If you get pneumonia, I’ll have to look after you. You’re a rotten patient.’ Both true.

"New to this part of town. Did my last year at a uni in Hong Kong, you know, like