Hazel Osmond has written this brilliant short story especially for FLY HIGH! as an original way to present the fascinating protagonist of her "Who's Afraid of Mr Wolfe?" to our readers.
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Early morning in a forest glade. The birds sing and sunlight shafts down between the ancient trees.
But all is not as tranquil as it appears - sitting on a tree stump is a dark haired man dressed in black leather and in his hand is a dagger. He is repeatedly stabbing at the tree trunk as if the wood had offended him. The only thing that stops him whittling the trunk to nothing is the appearance of another man in the glade, a man in a top hat and sombre suit, who strides purposely towards another tree stump and sits, straight- backed, upon it.
‘Guy,’ the newcomer says with an abrupt nod.
,’ Guy growls back, glowering as if
he would like to move his attention from the tree to the top hat and possibly
the head underneath it. Thornton
There is silence while the two men eye each other. It is Guy who breaks the silence first.
‘This better be important and quick. I’ve had to break off from intimidating peasants to come here.’
‘Don’t talk to me about yearning,’ Guy says directing a particularly vehement stab at the stump. ‘Or women whose names start with M.’
Guy gives one of his best sardonic laughs. ‘I see. So that’s why you’ve called me here - to boast about how it’s all down to you wafting about with your shirt sleeves rolled up and your cravat off –‘
‘No. It’s down to both of us this time.’
Guy looks bemused, then confused before settling on smug. When he speaks there is a swagger in it. ‘It was the leather trousers, wasn’t it? Those and my way of leaning against things with my arms crossed and my head slightly down?’
‘No. It was your portrayal of the ‘wounded Alpha male’, evidently. Although I’m sure they…’
waves uncomfortably in the direction
of Guy’s trousers, ‘…played their part.’ Thornton
Guy looks down at his trousers and smirks.
‘Would you care to know what she liked about me?’
asks with a scowl. Thornton
‘If I must.’ Guy is still looking at his trousers.
‘She particularly liked the way my tough exterior hid a courageous, cultured and intensely sensuous nature.’
Guy rolls his eyes. ‘So… what’s this book called then?’
‘Who’s Afraid of Mr Wolfe’, it’s a romantic comedy and the lead male has a little bit of both of us in him. She says he’ll he paying us a visit…’
takes out his pocket watch and looks at it, ‘… very, very soon.’ He puts his
watch away. ‘He’s called Jack Wolfe.’ Thornton
‘Wolfe?’ Guy’s gloved hand goes to one of the wolf’s head buckles on his jacket but then his attention is taken by the sound of a twig snapping underfoot. They turn to see a tall, broad shouldered man walking towards them. He is wearing a suit that is quite as smart as
only about two hundred years more up to date. Thornton
‘Either I’m drunk and seeing double,’ the man says, ‘or you’re John Thornton and you’re Guy of Gisborne.’ There is more than a trace of
in his voice and his grey eyes show he is amused. He goes straight up to and shakes his
hand but halts a few feet away from Guy and looks at the dagger. Thornton
‘Hell of a toothpick, Guy.’
Guy narrows his eyes but does not get up.
‘So,’ Jack Wolfe says, ‘bit weird this, isn’t it? We could be triplets…’
‘Except you have grey eyes,’ Guy says.
‘And a Yorkshire accent, whereas I’m from Lancashire,’
points out. Thornton
‘But apart from those differences,’ Jack presses on, ‘we could have been separated at birth. And she says we have other things in common…’
‘Like?’ Thornton and Guy say in unison.
‘Stubborn, bit moody, sardonic at times, go-getting, hard working, loyal.’ Jack pauses and glances at the other two. ‘Carrying a lot of hurt around that we try and hide.’
Both Thornton and Guy look uncomfortable.
‘Yeah, well,’ Jack says quickly, ‘moving on. She just wanted me to come and say thank you… for the inspiration. You, Guy, got her into fanfiction and it spiralled from there.’ He glances at his watch. ‘I’m sorry, I can’t stay much longer. Got to go and oversee a pitch to a client, something one of the women who works at the Agency has come up with…. Singing knickers… hell of an idea.’ He is oblivious to the way Thornton and Guy have just exchanged worried glances as if they fear he is mad… he is too busy frowning, ruffling his dark hair with one hand and absentmindedly smoothing it back down again.
‘Yeah, hell of an idea and hell of a woman too - Ellie.’ He looks back the way he has come. ‘Got a bad feeling about her. I mean I normally go for the ones who know the rules, no strings attached… but she’s… oh, I don’t know - funny, kind, doesn’t miss a trick. I’ve started thinking about her outside work. Trying to look after her. And the other night I went round to hers, she wasn’t in so I ended up playing obscene scrabble with her great Aunt Edith. Cheats like hell, but I really, really enjoyed it.’
‘Thornton,’ Guy says, ‘you speak funny English too, what’s he talking about?’
‘I’m talking about love, Guy,’ Jack says simply. ‘I remember what it was like before and it feels an awful lot like this. Come on, you must understand love. You’ve both been in love, haven’t you?
‘I’m burning with it now,’
says softly, ‘but
she won’t have me.’ Thornton
Jack looks down at his upturned face and smiles. ‘It’ll come right, John. Sometimes you have to look hard for a happy ending… and believe me; women will never view stations in the same way again because of you.’
For a second time
looks at Jack as
if he thinks he’s mad, but Jack is already moving towards Guy. Thornton
‘And you, Guy, have you ever been in love?’
‘Once,’ snarls Guy, ‘I don’t want to talk about it.’
‘Ended badly, eh?’
‘An early experiment in body piercing that went horribly wrong,’
explains, drily, and Jack looks puzzled but obviously decides to let the matter
‘OK. Well, gotta go. Nice to meet you both. If you’re ever in
I’ll buy you a beer. Oh, and give my regards to that mother of yours, Thornton…
and to your sister, Guy… although, word of advice, watch your back with her.’ London
With a wave of his hand he turns and walks away and they watch him until he has disappeared and all they can hear is the sound of his footsteps moving over the twigs and leaves.
‘I quite liked him,’
Guy grimaces. ‘Yes. And
would have liked
him too.’ Marion
And then, with another brief nod at each other they go their separate paths back to their stories.
Who's Hazel Osmond?
I've been an advertising copywriter for over 20 years, but had never written any fiction until I was rocked back on my heels by Richard Armitage in North & South and then in Robin Hood. This inspired me to write two fan fictions based on the Guy of Gisborne character and a spoof of the BBC re-telling of Robin Hood.
Encouraged by the response to those, I started writing a full-length romance and short stories.
I've won a number of competitions with my short stories, including the 2008 ‘Woman & Home’ short story competition sponsored by Costa and in 2009 my first book 'Who's Afraid of Mr Wolfe?' was picked up by Quercus and I secured a two book deal. to write witty, sexy romances. In July of 2011 I secured a contract for another two books.
'The First Time I Saw Your Face', my second book is out in August 2012 and is set in the place I live - Northumberland.
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