Two Different Personalities – Two BFF’s
By Carly Phillips
Erika Wilde and Carly Phillips have been writing buddies, conference buddies, critique partners, partners in crime, and best friends since 1998. In fact, their friendship dates back to 1998, when they were both getting started in a writing career with Harlequin, and they’ve been BFF’s ever since. Their friendship started out with heavy emailing and turned into phone calls. They room together at all conferences for the past ten years. But there are ways in which they couldn’t be more different. Ways they have to learn to accommodate each other, put up with other’s idiosyncrasies and craziness. And they love it.
To start with, there’s the coastal problem. What’s that, you ask? Carly’s on the east coast, Erika on the west. Oh. You think the three hour time difference is the issue? No, that’s the easy part. Carly is a New Yorker. She is wired, high strung and impulsive. Erika is a mellow west coast girl. She’s patient, is never in a rush, and to be honest that can drive Carly INSANE. Carly wakes up in the morning and puts on the news – Good Morning America, to be specific, and checks her phone which is next to her bed. If something big has happened, she’ll know it. Erika can sleep in … remember the 3 hour difference, wake up and when Carly finally gets to talk to her, she’s clueless about the world. Makes Carly nuts.
Now Carly is a fragile flower (AKA high-maintenance). Don’t withhold food. She gets migraines … and she gets Hangry. You know that nasty combination of Hungry and Angry that Erika has to put up with. Erika snores. Loudly. In fact, Carly likes to claim Erika got her sleep tested and C-Pap machine for Carly alone. Snort. Erika likes their shared hotel rooms cold. Not 68 degrees cold, but 50 degrees cold. OK slight exaggeration but it wouldn’t be exaggerating to say that Erika likes the room to feel like the North Pole. Half Carly’s suitcase is pajama pants and sweat shirts so that she can bundle up at night.
And then there is the issue of the bathroom, and who tends to hog most of it—Carly. Erika is neat and tidy and when she’s done using something (daily pills, face wash, straightener, make-up, lotions, etc.) she puts it away so there is room on the bathroom counter. Not Carly. It’s spread out everywhere and STAYS there (the hotel room usually looks the same way!) and let me tell you, Carly has a lot of shi. . .I mean, stuff. LOL. Drive’s Erika crazy, yet she’s learned to compromise and let Carly have her way in the bathroom.
And yet despite all these differences, these two couldn’t be better friends, more compatible writing partners and conference roomies. They say opposites attract, and in this crazy friendship, that saying couldn’t be any truer.
Released: January 19th 2016
Series: Dirty Sexy Series #1
Published by Self Published
New York Times bestselling authors Carly Phillips and Erika Wilde bring you a dirty, sexy, smoking hot SERIES featuring three bad boy brothers bonded by shocking secrets and their damaged past. Sinful, addicting, and unapologetically alpha, these men are every woman’s erotic daydream ... And your ultimate dirty fantasy.
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Clay Kincaid knows he's more a sinner than a saint. Especially when it comes to women. With a rough and damaged past that has left him jaded, he doesn't do committed relationships. But he does like sex—the hotter and harder, the better. He likes it fast and filthy, which is why he refuses to even touch someone as sweet and guileless as Samantha Jamieson. Until he discovers that she likes it just as down and dirty as he does. Let the sinning begin . . .
DIRTY SEXY INKED & DIRTY SEXY CUFFED coming in 2016!
All books in the DIRTY SEXY Series are full-length novels with no cliffhangers!
She had a small amount of cash on her, and there was no telling how much longer she’d have access to her credit cards before they were put on hold. She called a cab company, then got out of the car, tossed the keys and cell phone beneath the seat—since her father could track that, as well—and manually locked the door.
Within minutes, a taxi pulled up to where Samantha was waiting. The driver was a friendly young girl in her early twenties, and she was counting on the other woman to find her just the right place to celebrate her first night of freedom. A place where no one knew her or would judge her or would expect her to be the good girl she’d always been.
“My name is Angie.” The girl glanced over her shoulder to the backseat with a friendly smile. “Where can I take you tonight?”
“To your favorite bar in the Chicago area.”
Angie’s brows rose in surprise as she took in Samantha’s designer purse and high-end attire. “Are you sure about that? My favorite bar is a far cry from The Aviary,” she said of the upscale lounge where the wealthy went to mingle and be seen. “The place I hang out at is a bit on the…unrefined side,” she said with a laugh.
Samantha grinned. “That’s exactly what I’m counting on.”
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