Kissing The Pink by Jane Holland

 Kissing The Pink by Jane Holland

ompetitiveness is not attractive in a woman. From a man's point of view, that is, not to mention my mother's. Men may feel admiration, even respect, for someone they consider to be a ball breaker with all the charm of a JCB, but they rarely  like you, and even more rarely wish to sleep with you. Once you start exhibiting a tendency to beat men at their own game, they close ranks. Political correctness may drag a chilly smile out of them occasionally, but beyond that, you're on your own. Being a woman player is not a wise career option for the squeamish or easily offended.

When Zoë began playing snooker, men thought it was a great joke--until she started to beat them. So they closed ranks; except for the misfit Kevin, who didn't fit into the macho Working Men's Club society and agreed to coach what was an obvious talent. Everything goes well until Zoë's progress upsets her sponsor's former favourite and she is banned for bringing the game into disrepute.

But the chauvinism of the regular circuit was only the first problem Zoë had to face--after splitting up with her partner there was her two kids to consider, not to mention her disapproving mother and an ever-shrinking budget to finance her new passion. Once she was on the circuit, these paled into insignificance at the side of the ice maiden Sylvie, the bitchiness of the lower ranks and the ever- complicated world of the now-unfamiliar one-night stand.