I'm now writing a new sexy contemporary romance series for Christmas! Here are the covers - aren't they gorgeous?
These books will be in my normal sexy, breezy, fun and flirty style, with the usual undercurrent of serious issues that affect the everyday lives of women (and men!)
However, they are a little different from my usual romances in that they'll be first person, written from the point of view of both the hero and heroine.
The reason for this? Persuading Spring is my 48th romance. It's often argued that romance has a 'formula', and if you accept that the genre is about two people (usually) who meet, fall in love, have ups and downs, and then live happily ever after, that is kind of true.
With that in mind, it's not easy to keep stories fresh so that readers don't feel as if they're reading the same story over and over again with only the names changing. I try very hard to include something different in each story - a different problem they have to overcome, or another issue they have to address.
This time though, I thought I'd try a different writing style, and I hope my readers will enjoy my adventure with me! The first book will probably be available in September, so watch this space!
Here's the blurb so you know what it's about:
It’s not easy to reinvent yourself, but my thirteen-year-old son and I were ready for a new start. Old Maggie had been a magnet for disaster, but I’d decided that New Meg was going to be suave, sophisticated… and blonde. I’d landed a dream job at the other end of New Zealand as PA to three rich directors in a huge gaming firm and found a beautiful new apartment on the waterfront, and I felt reborn.
Then I wrote an email to a friend describing in vivid detail what I wanted to do to the sexiest of the directors—involving melted chocolate and/or whipped cream—and mistakenly sent it to All Staff. It turned out that New Meg was pretty much just Old Maggie with different packaging. Some things never change.
I’d wanted Meg since she first walked into my office with her red lips and sexy curves, but she wore another man’s ring, so I’d steered well clear. My mind had been occupied anyway since discovering my girlfriend in bed with another man. Natalie was desperate for my forgiveness—and, I suspect, my money—so I came up with a brilliant plan to hire a fake fiancée for Christmas to prove to her that we were done.
After sending her hot-as-hell email, Meg confessed the truth about her past, and it gave me an idea. She would make the perfect fiancée, and I could protect her from the guy she was running from. Sounds like the perfect plan, right? It did mean sharing her life, her very teenage son, and maybe even her room, for two whole weeks, but that was no problem. I’d always had excellent self-control.
Yeah, I know. I’d forgotten about the melted chocolate. What an idiot.