A few reviewers of my books have asked, rhetorically, how I come up with such original characters. We, as writers and readers, know there is no such thing as an original character. My protagonists have all been written before in one book or another, going back hundreds of years. My only recipe for creating characters is to make them human, with all the flaws of real people, because, you know, no one is perfect. It’s challenging to write a character who might not be likable—an unrepentant, high-priced call girl ( Hooked ), a brooding, bordering-on-surly man who spent fifteen years in prison for a crime he didn’t commit ( Murder Déjà Vu ), a cheating wife ( Indiscretion ), or a con artist psychic ( Mind Games )—and make the reader like and even root for them. There are even times when my villain elicits pity, but not for long. Villains are people too, remember, and should be more well-rounded than just evil, though I have a couple of those too. Where do these people come from?