It's been nearly 20 years since I read and fell in love with my very first romance novel. I'd been vacationing in Michigan's beautiful Upper Peninsula with my sweetheart (now my husband) and his family when I followed his mother into a used bookstore. I came across a couple of Kathleen E. Woodiwiss novels and decided to pick them up for my mom, who'd been a fan of hers for as long as I could remember. The ride home was long, and I ended up reaching into the little paper bag to pull out the well-read copy of The Wolf and the Dove. By the time we arrived home, I was completely - and I mean completely - hooked. I read, easily, seven books a week for the next several years, from more authors than I'll ever be able to remember, and many I don't even read anymore.
Somewhere along the way, I switched over to contemporary romance, but there are several books, such as A Kingdom of Dreams by Judith McNaught, Island Flame by Karen Robards and Dearly Beloved by Mary Jo Putney, and many authors such as Dorothy Garlock, Julie Garwood, Johanna Lindsey, Elizabeth Lowell, and Rebecca Paisley - just to name a few - whom I will always be indebted to for my continued love affair with the romance genre. Nowadays, you'll find on my nightstand, Lori Foster, Linda Howard, Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Janet Evanovich, J.R. Ward, Lara Adrian ... again, just to name a few.
And I owe a special thanks to Jayne Ann Krentz who suggested I join the Romance Writers of America after I'd admitted in a fan email that my dream was for her to read one of my stories some day. It was the smartest thing I've ever done, so thank you, Jayne!