One of the not-so-guilty pleasures in writing romance is
writing about men. The opposite gender intrigues us from an early age, and for
many of us, is a life-long curiosity. In addition to real life, a romance
reader indulges this interest through reading. You meet all kinds of men in the
pages of romance novels and fall in love along with the heroine. I think it’s a
bit like dreaming in that you can try on different scenarios in a safe space.
Maybe you’d never date a bad boy in real life, but in the pages of a book—go
for it.
Writers enjoy this experience too. I don’t even have the
option of conducting a romance with a medieval knight in my day to day world,
but that didn’t stop me from bringing some of these heroes to life on the page
so I could imagine my way through the experience. Knights still fascinate me.
So do sports heroes, regular guys, and military men. Cops, sheriffs, and
billionaires. And now… at last… cowboys.
I may have avoided this much beloved hero for a while
because of my background. I grew up on a farm, and I envisioned ranches as a
kind of farming operation. Dusty, dirty, and a lot of work. I picked tomatoes
often enough as a teen and found it decidedly unromantic. The animals are
adorable, but they too, are labor intensive. Time changes some of those
perceptions though. Did you ever dislike something as a kid and then look back
on it later with a degree of fondness? That nostalgia hit for the family farm a
few years ago. Not just ours either, but a whole community of farmers that I remembered
from my youth. Much of where I grew up—a place full of small farms—is now full
of housing developments. A bedroom community for a nearby city.
As I saw the past through
different eyes, I began to feel the tug of ranches. Cowboys. The West. I could
see the appeal. I read more about it. Travelled those places. Admired the way
of life. When I sat down to write Second Chance Cowboy, I thought I’d just see how it went. And the moment I met
Matt Briggs on the page, I knew there was no turning back. I was going to have
affair after affair with cowboy heroes. I’m hooked.
It might be the proud, independent
streak. The commitment to a time-honored way of life no matter how the world
changes around them. The connection to the land. Or it could just be the boots
and denim. Kidding. I love all of it and I can’t wait to write more of these
heroes in their native habitat and out of it. To explore how they see the
world. Because, no matter how many books I write, men still intrigue me. And
right now, I’m in a serious cowboy phase.
***What about you? Do
you read all sorts of heroes or have a favorite type? Share with me on the Last Chance Christmas, the
prequel to my current release, Second Chance Cowboy.
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