Hi, Demetrios here.
Anne is still sorting out her life — and trying to deal with the changes in her mother’s — so it’s my turn to write the blog.
We haven’t met — unless you’ve read my book already. The Virgin’s Proposition (I guess that makes it Anny’s book, really) is out in UK now, so if you live there, maybe you’ve seen it on the shelves. Maybe you’ve even bought a copy (a guy can hope). Maybe you’ve read it (more hopes). If so, I hope you liked it. So does Anne. So does Anny.
What can I tell you about The Virgin’s Proposition? Well, it was the last thing I was expecting — I can sure tell you that! Going to Cannes for the film festival was work. No more, no less. And it was the first time I’d done anything ‘in public’ since my wife died two years before. It was not something I was looking forward to. But a guy can only stand his own company and battle his own devils for so long. It was time. I didn’t expect Anny. And it was pretty clear Anny wasn’t expecting me. In fact she was expecting someone else when I spotted her. She was standing there in the lobby of the Ritz-Carlton, glancing at her watch, obviously waiting for someone. I figured, why not me? It was supposed to be a five minute encounter. A quick walk through the Ritz-Carlton and we’d go our own ways. But it didn’t happen like that. It got . . . complicated. Very complicated. Nothing happens the way you expect it to. But in retrospect I’ve decided that’s not always a bad thing. Like now — Anny’s just come in the door. She’s smiling. Beckoning. Making sultry bedroom eyes at me.
Sorry. Gotta run… D
