Your characters 101
Dearest,Oh where do I ever begin?
firstly hallo world, I have been on a mini runaway kind of vacation. I am lost in my desires to do nothing. I think my darling husband has spoilt me. I swear I think I have made it, I no longer need to write books 
Honest. It’s a serious thing here. I should be playing polo et driving martins. Living in the English country on weekends. Like Monet. Obviously he never played polo, but i am sure he got scolded for the things he painted, 
For Sure. But That was his purity covered in mere scandal. Okay moving on, I’m beginning to think I should be writing other things. 
So I will jot a few notes to you instead, ready?
I started Wall Street no3 years ago, et I vow when the main character died I felt in full blown depression. No I think he reminded me of the greatest loss my heart had felt. I couldn’t write anymore. But here, Mr Bentley, bevy of bodyguards, the Arab polo playboy.
Go on fall of your charts, he’s the damn man.The man that caught my all attention on paper, the one character that I shall be known for.
The elitism that every woman’s imagination so craves.
I swear to you, there is nothing better than him on papier. Infact a lot of my female readers swoon over him. Hence, He’s notoriously in love with Sophie B, but like any bloddy tale,
I am definitely going to have to change my last name, shush don’t tell my husband, I think if he read book 1,2, he’ll remove all of them from the shelves, I kid not. It’s so darn inappropriate but it’s so necessary. For what, I think it’s all for me. My philosophy is quite tangled,
love is an absolute err to sanity.So I actually think that the secret that I am delving in, is going to be so ruthless et delicious. Et it feeds the very core of what women desire. Et one last thing, ready?
I think I shall get away with my 3rd book. Ha, that one, I will be bold et I vow to own the madness. Oui? well I’m off to bed, so wish me bonne chance?
Mr Wall Street is back in business, with Sophie B.
yah it’s like that,
RS
