THE MILLIONAIRE’S CHRISTMAS WISH—character chat with Chance and Marcie
In honor of the season, I’d like to introduce you to Chance Fowler and Marcie Roper from The Millionire’s Christmas Wish and tell you a bit about their Christmas story.
Good morning Chance and Marcie. I appreciate you taking the time to talk with me today.
Chance: Thank you, Shawna. It was nice of you to invite us. So…what would you like to know?
My first question is for whichever of you wants to answer it. How did the two of you meet?
Chance: (Winks at Marcie) Do you want to take that one?
Marcie: My pleasure. I was minding my own business, doing a little window shopping on my way back to my car from the book store, when he came along and accosted me in broad daylight. He grabbed me against my will then proceeded to kiss me. I was truly shocked and also a little frightened. I had no idea who he was or why he had forced himself on me.
Chance: Wait a minute…in my defense that wasn’t quite the way it happened.
Marcie: (grins) My way sounds more mysterious…and more interesting.
Did he literally grab you on the street, a total stranger, and kiss you for no reason?
Marcie: Oh, yes…that’s exactly what he did.
Chance: Well…not really…not like that.
Ah, ha! What’s the true story?
Chance: I was being followed by another one of those tabloid photographers who were always trying to get candid pictures of me that they can exploit, things taken out of context and blown up into something they aren’t.
As sole heir to the Fowler Industries fortune, an eligible bachelor leading a very high profile life including yacht racing and making the rounds of the club scene always with a beautiful woman on your arm, I can see where there would be an interest in your activities.
Chance: Since I was on my way to one of my special projects, I had to lose the guy following me. I was looking for a place to duck away from him…hide in plain sight, so to speak. As soon as I rounded a corner and was out of his sight for a few seconds, I turned my reversible jacket inside out to a different color, but there wasn’t any place for me to hide. I spotted her standing in front of the store window. My intention was to put my arm around her shoulder so it would look like we were a couple window shopping together, but for some strange reason she objected. So I did what I had to do. The photographer ran on down the street without paying any attention to a couple kissing in front of a store window. I tried to apologize, explain to her, but she ran off without giving me an opportunity.
Marcie: It was later that I discovered who he was…Take-A-Chance Fowler, as the media referred to him. Major playboy, always being photographed with different women, yacht racing, seen at all the trendy clubs. In other words, a spoiled rich guy living off the family wealth who had never done an honest day’s work in his life.
Chance: Definitely not a very flattering assessment of someone she didn’t even know. I was determined to set her straight and change that erroneous assumption.
Take-A-Chance? Where did that come from?
Chance: One of those stupid tags the press pinned on me. “Always willing to take a chance on some wild stunt.”
Marcie: I can’t begin to tell you how embarrassed I was when he told me Chance was his legal first name, not some cute little nickname. It was his mother’s maiden name. And the more I found out about the real person behind all those tabloid headlines, the more impressed I was and the more I liked him.
You mentioned your special projects. What did you mean by that?
Chance: I have several projects I finance and am actively, hands-on involved with, things I don’t want the media to know about. I don’t want the other people involved to find their pictures and names on the front page of some tabloid newspaper.
What type of projects?
Chance: (flashes a sly grin) You can find out all about them in the book.
Marcie, did you encounter any unusual problems when you began dating someone of Chance’s…uh…notoriety?
Marcie: (furrows her brow in a moment of concentration) Well, there were some uncomfortable moments with his family, such as the Christmas dinner at his father’s house—
Chance: (laughs) Merely uncomfortable? That’s an understatement!
Is there more to the family story than you’re saying?
Marcie: You mean other than his father being responsible for driving a wedge between us that nearly destroyed our relationship?
Chance: My family is synonymous with the word dysfunctional. They’re the personification of that old joke…look up the word dysfunctional in the dictionary and you find their picture. You’ll find out all about them when you read the book.
I’d ask you to explain, but I already know what you’re going to say.
Marcie: (laughs) You have to read the book!
Thank you, Marcie and Chance.
ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS…
When millionaire Chance Fowler first kissed the pretty stranger in his arms, he’d only meant to dodge the photographers who’d tailed him. Then she ran off—but he couldn’t forget her tempting taste on his lips. So he sought out the tantalizing woman who’d ignited his long-dormant desire….
Lovely Marcie Roper was the first woman to close her eyes to Chance’s fortune. And though she’d captivated the jaded tycoon, Marcie yearned for what his wealth couldn’t buy—a man who would say “I do” and mean it forever. Could Marcie convince Chance that love—for the right woman—would last a lifetime?
Harlequin has reissued 17 of my print backlist titles in ebook, including THE MILLIONAIRE’S CHRISTMAS WISH.
THE MILLIONAIRE’S CHRISTMAS WISH, a Silhouette Desire by Shawna Delacorte reissued by Harlequin in ebook and available at http://ebooks.eharlequin.com. Also available from Amazon for Kindle, Barnes & Noble for Nook, and other online vendors. Additional information and excerpts available on my website www.shawnadelacorte.com Information and excerpts from my other books also available on my website.