That’s how I write a lot of my most powerful blurbs. I wrote that blurb, the one I used when I published the book in December 2015, in one go. I don’t know why he came into my life, but he was there, and he was real. I wasn’t interested in anything with a penis, but I could sure write about one. But I wasn’t really enamored with men at that point in my life, so I didn’t care. A full-blown, fully-formed, real man who had something to say and a story to be told. He had no name at that point, he was simply an energy. Sitting on that bed in the Secrets Dominican Republic resort, drunk, in my bathing suit, wrapped in a towel, Creighton Karas stormed into my mind. I was young and stupid, but thought I knew everything and yet still had so much to learn. I was drunk on Coco Loco in the Dominican Republic, where I had run away 36 hours after filing for divorce after almost 11 years of marriage. The memory of writing the original synopsis of Dirty Billionaire is still emblazoned in my mind in vivid, living color.
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