Charlie Barrett, male model, is ready for a career change. It's not that ten years of modelling haven't been fun - the Paris shows, the nightclub guest lists, the smart flat and even smarter girlfriend. But, at 33, adverts for comfy cardigans and the Stannah Stairlift loom large in Charlie's future. It's time for him to find a job that offers more challenge than tilting your head left or right on command. So when a chance meeting results in Charlie being offered the job as the face of 2cool2btrue, he readily accepts. 2cool is the web equivalent of Armani, Prada and Gucci; the sexiest thing in cyberspace and everyone wants a piece of it. As their marketing guru, Charlie's days are spent flicking through magazines looking for luxury products for the website to endorse, his nights a whirl of launch parties and champagne. But then things start to go wrong. 2cool's owners disappear. And so does a large amount of money. With his relationship on the rocks, Charlie turns to his old modelling pals for support and finds none of them wants to help a man under investigation for fraud, particularly one labelled 'Pretty Boy' by the Metropolitan Police...
- Paperback | 320 pages
- 152 x 233 x 30mm | 484g
- 21 Aug 2003
- Orion Publishing Co
- London, United Kingdom
REVIEWS 'Brooke's second novel is incredibly slick'THE MIRROR, Andrea Henry '...an original plot and extremely funny throughout.' OK! magazine '...Brookehas pitched this bitchy, caustically funny book perfectly... one of the bestnew novels in the lad-lit genre to hit the shelves.'DAILY RECORD DAILY MAIL - review by Carla McKay due on 19th Sept Short story in SUNDAY EXPRESS MAGAZINE on 17th August Article about male models in THE TIMES 12th August Review to appear in November issue of B magazine Review in RED HANDED magazine Mention of the book at the end of an article by Simon in the DAILY TELEGRAPH
About Simon Brooke
Simon Brooke was born in Yorkshire but now lives in West London. His chequered employment history includes a stint as a male model and a political spin doctor. Eschewing the possibility of getting a proper job, he now writes for The Times, The Sunday Times and The Telegraph.