One of the advantages of working at my day job is that I work with a lot of men. Those in my office and customers over the phone. I enjoy listening to the way they talk. I usually sit back, watch and listen to them. They’re so easy to get along with. When I was in high school, I always had as many boys who were friends as girls.
Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t understand them completely, but men are 90 percent of the reason I love to read and write romances. They claim they are simple creatures, give them sex and food and they’re happy. If only that was so simple, right? That would be like saying give women emotional support and shoes and they’re happy. NOT!
And it’s amazing how guys think if a woman is nice to them, the woman must be coming on to them. Silly boy, all of my lovers, save one (hubby), are in books (and those have my hubby’s face).
Anyway, to me, writing romances allow me to celebrate those differences that make them so interesting. Thank you, God, for making them different from women in all ways but one. Love. They can love just as hard and deep as any woman.
