I love love. And romance. I read it. I write it. Hell, I live it! I married my high school sweetheart (after loving him since the 7th grade) six months after graduation and we haven't looked back.
My hopeless romantic streak took me completely by surprise. I was such a tomboy as a kid. I couldn't be bothered with dolls or dresses. My world consisted of riding horses, fishing with my grandfather, doing chores on our small farm, and reading. Always reading. While I loved getting lost in books, I also found myself wandering off in my own stories from time to time.
At some point, my sisters' influence started rubbing off on me and I became aware of boys. Not as buddies or competitors in kickball, but you know…boys. And then my sister let me read Shanna by Kathleen E. Woodiwiss. I was a goner. I read that book every couple of years and it's just as wonderful now as it was the first time. I have since branched out into other genres of romance, but the common thread of the wounded Alpha male hero and the beautiful, tough (though she might not always know it) heroine hooks me every time.
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