For Damien, our obsession is a game. For me, it is fiercely, blindingly, real.
Damien Stark’s need is palpable—his need for pleasure, his need for control, his need for me. Beautiful and brilliant yet tortured at his core, he is in every way my match.
I have agreed to be his alone, and now I want him to be fully mine. I want us to possess each other beyond the sweetest edge of our ecstasy, into the deepest desires of our souls. To let the fire that burns between us consume us both.
But there are dark places within Damien that not even our wildest passion can touch. I yearn to know his secrets, yearn for him to surrender to me as I have surrendered to him. But our troubled pasts will either bind us close . . . or shatter us completely.
J. Kenner, What’s Your Billionaire Toy of Choice?
There are a lot of fun things about writing books like the Stark Trilogy, but there’s a special appeal to peeking into the billionaire lifestyle. After all, I’ve only ridden in a limo twice. Once after my wedding (a present from a friend) and the other time when an editor rented a limo at a conference to take her authors to dinner (that was a blast!).
So getting to put on the billionaire persona and step into Damien Stark’s world has been great fun.
But it also makes me think: if I could pick just one billionaire “toy” (I’m going to loosely define toy to include houses and travel!) what would I pick?
And that is a hard one.
Damien Stark loves cars, and he has some exceptional ones, ranging from classics like Bentleys to power machines like the Bugatti Veyron. But neither of those are really practical for me, and unless I went with the limo, I don’t know that any of Damien’s cars would serve me (and my husband and two kids) as well as my mini-van. (How sad and pathetic is that?)
So then there’s the house. I searched Malibu high end real estate sites to get a picture of Damien’s Malibu house in my mind, and I have to say, the mental picture I have is pretty darn sweet.
But if I choose that as my toy, then I have to consider the rules. Does it come with maid service? Because I can barely keep my 3000 square foot house clean. What would I do if I had more than triple that?
I mean, that’s quite the dilemma, right?
Then there’s art. Or fancy cameras. Or helicopters. Or jets. Or hotel ownership, restaurant interests, insane clothing budgets. All of which sound awesome.
But I think the “toy” that appeals to me most is the travel. Because a billionaire pretty much has an unlimited ticket to see the world, and as I was doing research on the Hotel Kempinski in Munich (in Claim Me and Complete Me) I have to admit that my jaw was pretty much on the floor. I would love to stay there and use that hotel as a base to explore Germany. For that matter, I’d love to stay at any number of fabulous hotels that I can imagine Damien strolling into.
So that’s it for me: my billionaire “toy” of choice is an essentially unlimited travel budget. What’s yours?
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