Now, this is clearly book number… er, umpty-umph.

About eighteen months ago, TPTB sent me a really helpful printed list of all my books in order of their release to acknowledge the fact that I had written 25 books for Harlequin Mills and Boon.
Any sensible person would have kept that list –
You think?

Okay- let’s gloss over that and move on to my inspiration for writing this book:

When I was in the D’Oyly Carte Opera Company – also umpty-umph years ago – I visited just about every town and city in the UK. We toured for 50 weeks of the year. Can you believe that? Two weeks in each place and then we moved on. And, yes, we moved on to the next theatre town/city on Sunday, our one day a week off.
I soon found places I loved – Amongst these was Liverpool with its magnificent and evocative waterfront and the zany humour, upbeat spirit, strong local identity and equally strong local accent of the Liverpudlians.

The accent came first – by which I mean Beth, my heroine in Desert King, Pregnant Mistress , started talking to me in a strong Liverpudlian accent – From that moment on I knew that Beth Tracey Torrance would have to have a sheikh to play with – nothing less would do.

And what a sheikh!
Not bad, huh?

Anyway, Beth was just the type to trespass on a ‘private beach’ – and see a heck of a lot more than she oughta – and Sheikh Khalifa was the type to take full advantage of a stray virgin with the chutzpah to think she can share his private sugar-sand paradise

Sparks will fly?

Ladies, I think you know me by now

Have a good one
Sxx