We laughed, we talked, he accidentally tied my harness wrong and the entire thing fell off when I reached the top of the rock wall…true story. That date surpassed every date I’d ever been on, and not because I turned out to be an amazing rock climber. On a total whim, I went, and it was the best decision I have ever made. He asked me to go rock climbing with him–a bucket list item of mine. I must’ve rejected him a dozen times at first, but he still persisted. He does not belong in the Regency.”Īs I write the words now, I’m laughing, and my heart is full for the crazy man I fell in love with my senior year at college.
My husband loves basketball, his favorite food is Mexican food, he is absolutely the most unromantic man on planet Earth (I like to joke that I write romance because my husband is so bad at being romantic, and he laughs because it’s true)–and he couldn’t care less about impressing anyone. Do I write my husband into my heroes? My first instinct is to say, “No way. I’ve been asked as an author how much of my writing is inspired by personal experience. He is the flawed hero in our love story, and I’m the stubborn, willful heroine. My husband and I recently celebrated our ninth anniversary of marriage, and as he and I reflected on our courtship and especially our early married days, including starting a family together, I’ve felt such gratitude and love for him.
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