~ By Kat Drennan
It all started with a phone call. Like in the Whoopee Goldberg film, Jumping Jack Flash, the phone would ring and someone would be looking for Nick Berlin.
“I’m sorry, you have the wrong number.”
“Are you sure?” We’d check the number, which I’d just gotten after moving to a new city in the 805.
“Yes, I’m sure.”
Days stretched to months as I systematically informed dozens (maybe hundreds) of people who I imagined were Nick’s friends, family, bill collectors, ex-girlfriends, ex-wives, current wives, employers, ex-employers, old buddies from high school, the FBI, the IRS, the CIA, the Rotary Club, the gun club, his car insurer, his home insurer, and his current girl friend’s hairdresser’s mother who wanted him to paint her fiancé’s house.
I had to assume Nick was a handsome rake by the number of calls I got from women looking for him. If the phone rang late at night, inevitably, I’d get a hang up.
My husband would ask “Who was that?”
“Someone for Nick,” I’d answer.
It became a running joke in the family, especially around Valentine’s Day.
After a while, I stopped giving the polite “wrong number” line and started asking questions of my own.
“Nick? I don’t know. I haven’t seen him either. Where do you think he’s gone? Is he in trouble? Oh my god, he’s missing? That’s horrible…”
The fifth year, after fielding thousands of calls, many of which came in the middle of the night from tearful, desperate women, I started to mess with him.
“Is he married? Wow. That’s news to me…He told me he’d divorced two years ago…”
“As far as I know, he’s still in Costa Rica…”
“I haven’t’ seen him since he won the Power Ball…”
“His mother told me he was in the witness protection program…”
“God I miss him. I can’t live without him. Please, you have to help me find him…”
Ok. I admit. It wasn’t fair. Nick wasn’t there to defend himself. But honestly, what would you do? My husband was beginning to wonder if I was having an affair with him.
In a way, he was right. I began to conjure up scenarios where I would meet Nick in a dark corner of a restaurant somewhere out of town and see what phone number he gave. I’d find out just what was so special about him that women persisted in tracking him down.
What did he look like? Why was he so secretive, so compelling, and so mysterious?
Nick Berlin began to take shape in my mind. He was tall, sandy-haired, successful, but not so much that it ruined his cavalier approach to life. A surfer, for sure. A humanitarian. A philanthropist. A patron of the arts. Women couldn’t resist the sea green of his eyes. The way he leaned in a shoulder to share an intimate glance, a touch, a heartbeat. Ummmm…
All right. I admit. I did do a Google search. And Linkdin. And Facebook. To my dismay, there were hundreds of Nick Berlins. Nick had cloned himself and planted his clones all across the country. The world even. He was a doctor. He was an unemployed veterinarian’s assistant. A Hells Angel. A hairdresser. A master chef?
The list went on and on.
I decided I liked my Nick the best.
When the idea for my next novel began to take shape, there was no doubt in my mind who the hero would be. Nick now floats through Maddie Kerrigan’s dreams in silk underwear, in my first romantic suspense, MINT CONDITION.
Where do you get your character ideas?
Kat Drennan, born and raised in California, writes sensual stories from the heart of the Golden State. California’s unique landscape and history step forward as characters in each of her novels.
She is a PRO member of Romance Writers of America and RWA Contemporary romance, and is an alumni of the Squaw Valley Community of Writers.
She lives in Ojai, California with her handsome dogs (husband Fred and Aussie-doxie mix, Cooper) and two controlling cats. When she’s not writing, she’s busy with grandkids, bicycycle adventuring, and hanging out at the beach.
MINT CONDITION was released August 12, 2015 by Escargot Books and Music. Her women’s fiction novel, THE GODDESS OF UNDO is scheduled for release in November, 2015 by the same publisher.