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What a Rogue Desires

I did a Very Bad Author Thing (apparently).

I wrote a character into a book with NO INTENTION of giving him his own book. None. (People who thought I was being cute and setting up for a sequel from the beginning…nope.) I was never going to see him again, so I felt completely free to make him as awful as I wanted. He’s not the villain, no, but he comes pretty close at times. He’s the bad twin brother of my hero.

In the prologue (of What A Gentleman Wants) he’s having sex with his married lover. Then he whines about being saved from a duel with her husband. Then he gets drunk and wrecks his carriage in the middle of nowhere. He offers to marry the woman who takes care of him as he recovers from that, but then gets cold feet and signs his brother’s name instead in the marriage register, and after he takes his supposed wife back to London, he high-tails it out of town with no forwarding address and leaves his brother to break the news to her. He’s mixed up with some very bad people, and deep in debt. He’s a bit of a drunk, an accomplished liar, a gambler and a general scoundrel.
What a Rogue Desires

So why on earth did people start writing to me as soon as the book came out, saying, “Please tell me David’s book is next!”?????

The answer to that would have been a big NO, except that my editor was the first person to ask. Somehow I thought this meant I was supposed to do it, even though the first thought that popped into my mind was…”who would have this dude?” But I sat down and stared at the computer screen and thought and thought and thought about that question: who would have him? And why?

I loved writing David because he was such a perfect foil to my uptight, precise hero, but again-I was never going to see him again. I made him awful so I could show off my actual hero, Marcus, and show what kind of man Marcus was by how he dealt with the utter screw-up that was his brother. But David was a real person (well in my mind at least) so he wasn’t a complete waste. He’s got guts, and he knows when he really screws up, and he does love his family. He’s charming. He’s an adventure junkie, in some ways; he’s never had any actual responsibilities, so he’s had to come up with some other way to get his rush. So I started to write, nervously, a book in which he went from carefree playboy to someone who was worthy of True Love. He needed someone to need him, I decided, but someone who wouldn’t take any baloney from him. He needed someone who could understand him. And he needed a major reality check, and perhaps to nearly lose her because of his actions.

(Damn, I hope it worked)

But tell me this: what is it about the wicked characters? The enigmatic best-friend-of-hero-who-probably-has-hidden-issues, yeah, I get it. The cynical rake, yeah, I get it. The lying, cheating, irresponsible rogue? Hmmm…