You find out what's happening to Skye from Bad Girls in Bad Sisters, and to Devon and Deeley from Bad Sisters in Bad Angels - but though it's supposed to be nicely satisfying, the reader won't be surprised at where they are now. When you realised there was a problem with the money fountain. And for maybe the first time in her life, Lola Fitzgerald felt a faint cold tremor of fear slide down her spine. Jesus, her ankles were killing her, and the muscles along her spine were burning up. While each of their owners was ensconced in a state-of-the-art padded white leather chair with full massage system, their feet soaking in whirlpool baths of water filled with rose petals and gold leaf, about to have pedicures with real diamonds applied to their toes, drinking rose-petal martinis.
It would be seven a. I'm dying for her next book to be available on kindle bad brides. What are the secret ingredients to creating a great villain? I loved setting the book in the fashion world, as it's so obsessed with image and identity, and it's also very sexy! Money would buy him the best healthcare, keep him safe, just as money had bought him and Lola everything else they could possibly want. She undid the cruel stacked stilettos and took them off, flexing her feet. Her silver-beige silk curtains at the downstairs window, her pretty little topiary pots on the first-floor wrought-iron balcony. And it took a walletful of shiny gold cards to keep her looking that way. The girls clustered round their dinner, their giggles deeper, dirtier, acknowledging the sexually charged treat that Madison had provided, the erotic charge of slowly, ritually stripping a gorgeously built hunk of manhood of the scraps of food that were partially concealing his nakedness.
I wanted to create a central character who was a feminist but didn't think men were always the enemy, and one who liked to have a lot of fun! Well, not so much plain, actually! She was literally unable to process all the information Carin was throwing at her. It's fun to take a walk on the dark side every now and then. Just then her phone beeped, and she fished it out of her bag. India was the poshest by birth, the sweetest by nature and the only one of the group who was plastic-surgery free. Which was why the spare bedroom had been converted three months ago into her walk-in closet.
Chance's literary style, be prepared for some explicit scenes! If you came in with a burgeoning spot that needed cortisone injected right into the middle of its nasty little swelling white cyst to kill it dead, or lines around your mouth that seemed to have deepened overnight and were desperate for some collagen to fill them up, you could swoop past the mirror without turning your head to see your shame. Actually, Evie was lean and strong as a steel wire, tensile and hyper-flexible, with clearly defined muscles in her arms and back from all that taking her weight on her hands, and she needed to be that thin to do the pole moves she did. Why did you pick Rebecca Chance as your pseudonym? She glanced over her shoulder at the reception desk, the nervous tweetings of the receptionist having finally penetrated her consciousness. She could even wear a frock slashed right down to the waist and look elegant. Her novels are always fun and compelling.
That same day, Evie is abruptly thrown out onto the streets. And so did Evie, though in an utterly different way. Do you find it difficult to write sex scenes? Both Lola and Evie are about to meet their nemesis. Divas Author s : Share Never get between a girl and her diamonds. Overnight, Lola's credit cards are refused, her fiance disappears and she finds herself locked out of her own Chelsea mews house.
His face was blurred, but the golden sweep of hair over his forehead was horribly familiar. That same day, Evie is abruptly thrown out onto the streets. The doors slid back, guided by unseen hands, and the four girls facing her gasped in unison, and then burst into titters of laughter. Even the pale London sunlight hurt her eyes. So it was with utter shock that Lola realised that the tables had just been turned.
Which was important, because women envied you much more for looking elegant than they did for looking vulgar. They appear naturally in the narrative; they aren't gratuitous or cringe worthy. That same day, Evie is abruptly thrown out onto the streets. Instantly she felt sexy, as if a hundred male eyes were on her and fifty men were breathing fast and deep, watching her play with her hair and twist her body into shapes that made their palms sweat and the blood rush to their groins. So I got another one which was Bad Sisters. No one, after the coke, was hungry: but nobody cared.
You know he refused to take care of himself. However, Divas did not quite give me the sensation I had while reading the first two novels. The floor of the office was marble, and the atmosphere in here was always reverentially quiet, church-like, every visitor a worshipper at the shrine of artificial beauty. Lola never looked directly at service people. And Evie was more than happy to let him have his fun. There was only one brunette, and no one was wearing even a touch of black. Now India was alone with her incipient wrinkles.
As if it had just been installed. Eventually, a handsome American husband in tow, she moved back to London to settle down as much as she can and finally fictionalize some of her most exciting and glamorous experiences into her bestselling blockbuster novels. It was an exciting and very enjoyable read and certainly did not disappoint. First thing on her list is to get rid of Lola by cutting off her financial support and leaving her penniless. But Lola was far, far beyond realising that her last pair of shoes had just broken. And while they are definitely highly charged, they are just one element of an exciting plot that keeps us enthralled and turning pages as fast as we can! They had done what they could. So my publishers wanted me to choose a pseudonym when I started writing bonkbusters.
My first editor cut some of the sexiest scenes out of Divas, obviously against my advice. She was called Sam Jones the books are written under the name Lauren Henderson and she lasted for a seven-book series. No, too coy, a bit like a statue on a tombstone. Evie on the other hand has had to work her own way up life's greasy pole - literally! I have so much to organise! Have you ever worked for any glossy fashion mags? Not to listen to a word New Yorkers say about dating - they're mostly insane on the subject and think you need to be a size 0 for a man to want to marry you. Lola slipped the yellow diamond bracelet out of the box and onto her wrist, where it rippled elegantly, catching the light. With the shoes off and her hair tied back, she could be taken for a gymnast still, her stomach flat, her small breasts pretty little points flattened slightly by the sports bra.