I am glutton for punishment. For some reason I've retreated back to the good old days when I could buy a cocktail for a quid, my skirts were wrist length, and simply resting my boobs on a bar got me a phone number or four. Yes, this is my bastard story. If you're not on Facebook, you won't be aware of the challenge I was given by the Delightful Pepper Pace - to name five things about a main character of a Work In Progress. It's now a Work Completed, but still, I don't think I gave enough away.
- Pierce is an only child.
- He's extremely used to getting what he wants.
- He's only 20 but he's very good. At everything. (I know I felt like a right craddle snatcher writing about his escapades.
- Sharpness is his game. He can read people a mile off and ninety nine point nine nine percent of the time, he's right about them.
- Stability in relationships isn't something he's known. His excuse is he takes his cues from his parents and the World War that was their marriage.
And yes, mainly, he's a massive bastard. He's rude, abrupt, cold, abrasive, spoilt, mean, coarse, rich and dickhead-ish. I don't know where he came from (I do really) and I don't know how a bloke like him could emerge from my fingertips (not strictly true) and I'm really concerned about the type of anti-hero I'm about to share with you. But like Jilly Cooper once said; "Every woman loves a bastard."
He's my only one and he really does need, more than condemnation (as that only makes him behave worse), a lot, lot, lot of love.