...I'd do it all over again in a heartbeat.
Twenty-three years ago today, I married a handsome young man I had met at work three and a half years earlier. He's still handsome and we still work together. Back then, he was my best friend. If there is a level above best friend, that's what he is now.
I started writing romance because I'm fascinated by how people meet, fall in love, and stay in love. My husband and I have wonderful examples in our own parents (57 and 47 years for his and mine, respectively). And while being there for one another for all those years has a special magic, it's those first moments - the first look, the first touch, the first kiss - that captivates me. When I'm writing about those firsts, I often close my eyes and remember what it felt like for me. It's a wonderful way to remind myself of why I said 'yes' when he asked me all those years ago.