Released to mixed reviews--some luke warm, some steaming--and I'll take as many of those as I can get. "Feed an Author, Post a Review", and all that.
Now, given Nick Marshall is a bit of a bastard (he has his reasons), I thought a short interview with Anna Key Marshall might be in order. After all, she's propped him up vertically, and horizontally. (Nick, being Nick, isn't exactly enamoured with the idea of Anna sharing, so he's asked that he be extended a similar courtesy of shafting...ahem...commenting about Anna in the very near future.
You mean aside from the fact he's a man-banquet in the looks and hot bod department? Well, beneath that surly-as-all-hell-tackless-dick exterior of his, he's constant. Constantly ready to interfere. Constantly ready with his orders. Constantly on call to those in trouble--me, largely. Constantly on edge--but he's working on that. Constantly at my back. Constantly up for a bit of nookie. There's a touch of predictability to his constancy, which I need. If nothing else, he's dependably solid. Besides which, he needs me. (Though don't tell him I said so.) Someone has to remind him fun isn't a crime. Someone has to remind him that rules are there to be broken. Someone has to be there to kick the ass of his dark moods. That would be me. (Also, he's got no problem with popping out to buy me tampons.)
Nick's flawed? Phah...just because he's a bit screwy in the head when it comes to how he sees himself? If life did the same number on you as it did to him, you'd be a need of a stay in Bedlam--oh, wait, isn't that a euphemism for the worst of foster care? I'll have to ask Nick--not! And, although sleeping with his weapon to hand might be considered by some as a flaw, he's just a touch over protective, and I'm working on that. He, in the meantime, has dispensed with condoms. Damn, probably shouldn't have told you that. Nick's gonna kill me.
Oh, A-bsolutely I do, but he's got his sensitive side. He put his career on the line for me. His life, too. Never once has he snipped about not being the biological father of my baby (and he snipes about most things), he even relented and attended the scan--eventually.
And he cooks...he's never selfish in bed, a bit demanding, but not selfish. He doesn't mind that I'm messy, he understands my need to kick out the walls sometimes, and most importantly, he gives me what I need, a sense of family. Did I mention he's happy to mop up Elle's puke, and change nappies when I gag? And, never once, has he reminded me of the time I accidentally misplaced her. Oh, she was fine. Nick was to hand. He shadows me constantly...which I admit is kind of irritating, but as said, he's constant. And he gets on brilliantly with Lady Fury. They're best buds now. She only puts him to the plank every seventh visit, when he's been especially surly and tactless. She gets that beneath the hard lies the...well...slightly less hard. I suspect she finds it as amusing to push his buttons as I do.