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Secondary characters
It got a lot of mail about this book when it first came out, and so many of the readers wrote to tell me how much they loved the secondary characters. Most especially Damien's best mate Caleb (the impossible playboy) and Chelsea's sister Kensey.
I reckon it's because considering after their first meet, Damien and Chelsea spend something crazy like 75 pages apart - !!! - they needed to talk to their best friends about one another a lot! And that kind of talk is fun. Naughty fun. Silly fun. Honest fun. So when our two lovebirds lock eyes on one another for the first time in an age, they're well-primed ;).
And as a by the way, Caleb - who unexpectedly came into his own for me near the end of this book - ended up with his own happy ending A NIGHT WITH THE SOCIETY PLAYBOY.
The excerpt:
Caleb glanced up at the phone Damien held by hisfingertips. 'Looks like yours.''But it ain't.''But it looks like it...'Just then the offending machine began to ring. The two men stared at it as it blared out itspowder-puff tune.'That's not your phone,' Caleb said, deadpan. 'Give it to me.'Damienpulled it out of Caleb's reach. 'Every timeyou go anywhere near my computer I end up with porn pop-ups I have to call onothers to delete. Every Friday for thepast two months Jimmy the IT guy has asked me if I want to join him and theother techies at the Men's Gallery.''I can'tput porn on this phone by simply answering it.' Caleb clicked his fingers, and half-believinghim Damien handed over the offending instrument.'This is Caleb,' he said after answering the phone,leaning back in his chair, and proceeding to grunt and ask sensiblequestions. When Caleb's voice droppedand he began to have a chat, Damien kicked hard against the side of his desk.'Right, nice talking to you, Susan,' Caleb said thenhung up. 'She was returning a missedcall herself. Didn't know whose phone itwas. If you'd let me talk for a few moreminutes we might have figured it out between us.''Nevertheless.'
'I think it's a chick's phone,' Caleb said.'I do believe it is. Someone rang earlier looking for a Chelsea London.''Now why do I know that name?''You don't,' Damien said, knowing that Caleb wouldn'tspot the obvious.Caleb grinned. 'You bought a chick's phone.''On your recommendation.''That wasa month ago. Times change. I can't see the future.''I wonder what they did with my old Nokia. Do you think it's too late to get it back?''Far too late. If they haven't melted it down they've donated it to a museum.' Caleb's thumb began zooming over the keys atlightning speed.'You're going through her personal files?' Damienasked. 'That I am.''Good idea.' Hemoved behind Caleb and looked over his shoulder at the bright flashing screens.'No photos of herself or her friends. Means she has no friends or isn't the cutestthing on her block. But we do havephotos of...'Damien's eyebrows lifted and he was sure Caleb's didthe same. The first photo they came uponwas of a black studded dog collar. Heshould have guessed.
'Kinky,' Caleb said.'Just your type,' Damien said.'Ha. Ha. Okay, moving on, in her diary we have 'lunch @ Amelie's with Kensey'. Kensey. Sounds like the name of a fortune teller. Ooh, maybe this Kensey knows what they'vedone with your old Nokia.'
Re-released as part of the PASSIONATE PLAYBOYS collection.
Paperback collection. Buy the eBook. Buy from iTunes. More about the book
Secondary characters
It got a lot of mail about this book when it first came out, and so many of the readers wrote to tell me how much they loved the secondary characters. Most especially Damien's best mate Caleb (the impossible playboy) and Chelsea's sister Kensey.
I reckon it's because considering after their first meet, Damien and Chelsea spend something crazy like 75 pages apart - !!! - they needed to talk to their best friends about one another a lot! And that kind of talk is fun. Naughty fun. Silly fun. Honest fun. So when our two lovebirds lock eyes on one another for the first time in an age, they're well-primed ;).
And as a by the way, Caleb - who unexpectedly came into his own for me near the end of this book - ended up with his own happy ending A NIGHT WITH THE SOCIETY PLAYBOY.The excerpt:
Caleb glanced up at the phone Damien held by hisfingertips. 'Looks like yours.''But it ain't.''But it looks like it...'Just then the offending machine began to ring. The two men stared at it as it blared out itspowder-puff tune.'That's not your phone,' Caleb said, deadpan. 'Give it to me.'Damienpulled it out of Caleb's reach. 'Every timeyou go anywhere near my computer I end up with porn pop-ups I have to call onothers to delete. Every Friday for thepast two months Jimmy the IT guy has asked me if I want to join him and theother techies at the Men's Gallery.''I can'tput porn on this phone by simply answering it.' Caleb clicked his fingers, and half-believinghim Damien handed over the offending instrument.'This is Caleb,' he said after answering the phone,leaning back in his chair, and proceeding to grunt and ask sensiblequestions. When Caleb's voice droppedand he began to have a chat, Damien kicked hard against the side of his desk.'Right, nice talking to you, Susan,' Caleb said thenhung up. 'She was returning a missedcall herself. Didn't know whose phone itwas. If you'd let me talk for a few moreminutes we might have figured it out between us.''Nevertheless.'
'I think it's a chick's phone,' Caleb said.'I do believe it is. Someone rang earlier looking for a Chelsea London.''Now why do I know that name?''You don't,' Damien said, knowing that Caleb wouldn'tspot the obvious.Caleb grinned. 'You bought a chick's phone.''On your recommendation.''That wasa month ago. Times change. I can't see the future.''I wonder what they did with my old Nokia. Do you think it's too late to get it back?''Far too late. If they haven't melted it down they've donated it to a museum.' Caleb's thumb began zooming over the keys atlightning speed.'You're going through her personal files?' Damienasked. 'That I am.''Good idea.' Hemoved behind Caleb and looked over his shoulder at the bright flashing screens.'No photos of herself or her friends. Means she has no friends or isn't the cutestthing on her block. But we do havephotos of...'Damien's eyebrows lifted and he was sure Caleb's didthe same. The first photo they came uponwas of a black studded dog collar. Heshould have guessed.
'Kinky,' Caleb said.'Just your type,' Damien said.'Ha. Ha. Okay, moving on, in her diary we have 'lunch @ Amelie's with Kensey'. Kensey. Sounds like the name of a fortune teller. Ooh, maybe this Kensey knows what they'vedone with your old Nokia.'Re-released as part of the PASSIONATE PLAYBOYS collection.
Paperback collection. Buy the eBook. Buy from iTunes. More about the book
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