Simply Irresistible (36 page)

When Jack Fulton, the hero of A SEASON OF SEDUCTION (on sale now) first entered my office to ask me to write his story, I
was a little confused about his motives.

“Okay.” I stared at him dubiously. “From what you’ve said, it sounds like you met a woman and fell in love. What’s the issue
here?” Honestly, I couldn’t figure out
why he’d come to me in the first place. I’m here to write about characters with real, serious problems, and his seemed straightforward
enough. Actually it didn’t seem like a problem at all.

“For one thing, she’s the sister of a duke, and I’m a sailor.”

Hmmm… a Cinderella story in reverse. There might be something here. Yet…

Frowning, I skimmed through the application he’d laid on my desk. While I had to admit that when he’d walked in I’d gotten
a brief vision of the rolling sea, the guy didn’t comport himself like a salty seaman at all. I tapped the papers. “Says here
you’re from a distinguished family. Your father and brother both sit in Parliament. You’re a gentleman.”

Fulton sighed. “By blood, maybe.”

“Hmm.” I know how thick bloodlines ran in nineteenth-century England. The fact that he was a gentleman from a reputable, wealthy
family with noble roots would go far in aiding his bid for a duke’s sister. If he were a chimney sweep or something, it might
be different. But I didn’t feel this was quite enough.

He leaned forward in his chair. “Lady Rebecca doesn’t trust anyone. She doesn’t trust me. And because of that, she pushes
me away.”

“Why doesn’t she trust anyone?” I asked.

“Because of her previous husband.”

“What about him?”

A muscle twitched in Fulton’s jaw, and his hands gripped the chair arms so tightly I could see his knuckles whitening. “William
Fisk was a bastard,” he gritted out. “He didn’t love her. He married her for her status and her money. He planned to steal
it all away from her.”

I had to agree, this Fisk dude was a jerk. Poor Lady Rebecca. Still, I couldn’t see the relevance of any of this. I shook
my head. “Look, I don’t think this is the story for me. The lady might have some issues with trust, but don’t we all? If she
loves you and you love her, you can work it out. I guarantee it.”

Clearly agitated, Fulton thrust a hand through his brown, sun-streaked hair. He rose and began pacing my tiny office, from
one end to the other and back again. I watched him patiently, but secretly hoped he would leave soon. I had a lot of work
to do.

Finally, he spun around, pinning me with dark eyes. “You don’t understand.”

I shrugged. The issue seemed clear enough to me.

“There’s a problem. An insurmountable problem.” He stalked toward me, placed his hands flat on my mahogany desk, and leaned
forward until his nose was an inch from my own.

“You see,” he began, his voice quiet but with an edge of something hard and brittle, like a thin sheet of glass about to shatter.
“She shouldn’t trust me. She shouldn’t believe a word I say.”

“Why’s that?” I murmured, staring up into his narrowed, dark eyes.

“Because,” he said, very, very quietly, “my motives when it comes to Lady Rebecca Fisk are exactly the same as her first husband’s.”

Once I heard that, I was hooked. I knew I had to take this story on. I invited Fulton back into his chair, and after some
arduous work and heavy arguing, we finally hammered out the fair solution to his problem, and A SEASON OF SEDUCTION was born.

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characters from A SEASON OF SEDUCTION.

One of the most interesting things I did for TWO LETHAL LIES (on sale now) was the research. Normally, I don’t enjoy that
part of the writing process, but I had some interesting experiences with this book.

In one scene, for example, I wanted my heroine, Neesy, to disable a car. But she had to do it quickly—before the bad guys
could get her—without tools, and in a way that could just as easily be reversed so the car would start once the evil ones
were gone. Sound easy? Well, the car was a 1959 Oldsmobile, and I couldn’t find any reliable source, online or off, who could
help. So I went to the only experts I knew: Click and Clack, the Tappet brothers from the radio show Car Talk. We had a great
time on the air, and they came up with a good solution. But after all that? The scene was cut!

Although the Net didn’t help with that problem, it was a godsend for others. When I decided to do a section
of the book at Disney World, I was a little nervous. I’d been to the park once, but it was years ago; I had only vague memories.
But when I went online to see what information I could find, I was amazed. I discovered not only maps and the pictures from
the Disney site, but lots of videos taken by visitors themselves, which would be much closer to the experience of my characters.
And then I hit the jackpot—a mini-documentary about the secret tunnels beneath the park. That shaped the entire section. And
it was so cool to write about something most people don’t know.

I found lots of other things that helped me set the story of Mitch, his daughter Julia, and his love, Neesy, in reality. The
Drake Hotel is a well-known hotel in Chicago—and Princess Diana really did stay there! Hanover House in New York City is based
on the Sloan Mansion, a turn-of-the-century home with fourteen-foot ceilings and seventeen bathrooms. I put Roger Carrick
in the Omaha-Nebraska section of the FBI so I could write about Muscatine, the small town on the Mississippi that I visited
last year. I met lots of great folks and had a wonderful time. And it’s true, as Roger says—corn is everywhere.

If you’d like to see pictures of the places I’ve been, watch the videos, hear me on the radio—even take a gander at the scene
that bit the dust—it’s all on my website,
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