Exquisite Hours [Idioma Inglés] - Softcover

Anaïs Spencer travels the world lying to men. As an imperilled Mossad agent, an international aid worker, a Venetian countess dispossessed—for seven years her first-class flights and hotel suites have been paid for by the hapless men upon whom she subsists. But Exquisite Hours is a novel about a beautiful young woman who is tired of wandering. Confessions of love are becoming chronic. Anaïs is too often having to resort to her last line of defence—the rufie. In a matter of days she flees from Hong Kong to New York to Missouri to Bangladesh to Bangkok, at last to Venice, where she falls in love with her false-speaking match, a handsome young liar who survives by giving very fanciful city tours to very credulous tourists. But will her deceitful past allow Anaïs a happy future?

Joshua Humphreys was born in Melbourne in 1985. He was miseducated at La Trobe University where he read Modern and Ancient History. He spent two years writing and performing in comedy plays and doing stand-up before deciding that he should be writing novels. So he has spent the last few years gallivanting around Europe, America, and Southeast Asia. In 2015 he published his first novel, Waxed Exceeding Mighty. For six weeks he smuggled copies of it into London bookstores and exhorted his social media followers to steal them. Thus was born #stealthisnovel. He is extremely fond of watermelon. The ferocity of his tap-dancing is unrivalled, except in China, where his style is derided as only semi-ferocious. His favourite films are Lethal Weapon 2 and Dragonheart. He is currently writing the screenplay for Armageddon 2—Liv Tyler’s emotional journey in learning to forgive Ben Affleck for leaving Bruce Willis on that asteroid. His favourite band is Limp Bizkit and yes his Fred Durst impersonation is astonishing. In 2009 Humphreys travelled to East Africa, where he was one of the first white men to see an ostrich eat nails. In 2012 he went to the Holy Land where he, like fellow monarchs Edward VII and George V before him, had a Jerusalem cross tattooed on his forearm; he brags now about how good his hummus is. He was for a brief interlude in 2013 the wolfcatcher royale to His Highness The Duke of Bavaria and later that year went to Capri, where he assaulted a woman in the forehead with a crayfish. In 2014 he travelled through Central America—in Belize was taught how to make rice wine from a donkey’s unhappiness and in Guatemala learned that wearing weasel’s testicles as a necklace is more of a superstition than a contraceptive. He is fluent in Armenian, Cherokee, and Gibberish, and can read Latin, though he does not know what any of the words mean. He may or may not work for MI6 and can run really, really fast. He is a qualified mahout. He is very happily banned from France. He has not ever lost at paper-scissors-rock. And despite his own frequent assertions he is neither Mel Gibson’s son nor Hugh Jackman’s nephew. He currently divides his year between London, Italy and Vietnam. Exquisite Hours is his second novel.