Six years ago this month my very first book came out. Deal of a Lifetime with Ellora’s Cave. In some ways it feels like just yesterday. In others, forever ago.
Deal of a Lifetime has had mixed reviews. That’s okay. My books are not for everyone. No one’s are. People seem to either hate the characters or love them. It’s a psychological bondage tale and yes, the hero is nearly loathsome for the first three-quarters of the book. You’re supposed to hate him. But the heroine can see beyond his harsh exterior. She knows instinctively that things are not as they appear and falls head over heals in love almost from the first moment they meet. Writing this was odd. I didn’t know where the book was going as I was working on it. I too had to trust the heroine, just as readers need to.
Annette thought she had the perfect solution to prevent what was meant to be a pleasant anniversary celebration from deteriorating into a never-ending lecture from her older sister on the sub-standard status of her entire life. Inventing a fictitious boyfriend, reportedly detained in an unavoidable, albeit imaginary business meeting, seemed like a harmless fib if telling it would ensure a festive evening. She even had a plan to cover his exit from her life later on.
Rich’s estranged wife had gone too far this time and he’d had enough. He had no clue what setting him up as another woman’s date for an evening of drinks, dinner, and theater with the woman’s family was supposed to accomplish but he was determined to find out. When his new better half didn’t so much as blink at his unexpected arrival he decided right then and there that he wasn’t letting her out of his sight. He’d play his role of escort to the hilt to get to the bottom of it even if he had to tie her to the bed and seduce the answers out of her once the other couple said goodnight.