creating another. My hero, Prince Andreas from Aristo, has been given his own smaller island by the old king. It’s his private retreat and it takes the best of both islands-he’s built a magnificent Bedouin-style pavilion in a coastal paradise, and it’s all his own. Though he’s willing to share-once he finds the right woman.
The sheer opulence, the fantasy world of royalty, setting, intrigue…I read the synopses for the whole series and wanted to write them all!
I loved the pooling of imagination, the combined fantasy of so many talented authors and editors and the fun as we created our very own world. The book seemed to almost write itself.
Ooh, this is where fantasy stops. I’d love to say I lie back on my chaise lounge between the hours of two and maybe three-thirty on a hard day, I sip my champagne, I cuddle my poodle and I dictate a chapter or two to my dedicated secretaries.
The reality is I put my butt on chair at 9:00 a.m. and keep going until I’ve written two thousand words. I do have a dog, who requires me to open the windows and doors every so often, but where’s a good secretary when you need them? And I don’t even think about champagne.
I’m always on the lookout for my gorgeous characters. I try hard not to use Johnny Depp as inspiration all the time, but he’s pretty compelling. I generally do a collage so there are pictures in front of me as I write. For my book in progress I have an old picture of Paul Newman-mmmmmm.
They’re both so torn between what they know to be right and their almost irresistible attraction to each other. If I had to describe either of them I’d say they were morally magnificent-and sexy enough to curl your toes.
The best? Ooh, I’d have to say the bling. The sheer, over-the-top fantasy. Plus having your very own hairdresser on hand every morning. (Okay, this is my own personal little fantasy-it was the only thing I ever really begrudged Princess Di.)
The worst? Being born into a role and not being given a choice in your direction in life. That’s what my Prince Andreas is fighting.
Sorry. Best friends are a girl’s best friend. Sisterhood-all power to women. Followed by a fabulous romance with the “best friend” to die for. Followed by your hairdresser (see above). Diamonds? Okay, they may be fourth on my list, but I wouldn’t be knocking back a tasteful little three-carat number.