If you don’t already know, I write Romantic Suspense. About cops. Hot cops. And the women that always manage to take them out at the knees. Pretty much all kinds of first responders, too.
But, here’s the thing… It took me YEARS to figure out that this is what makes me happy. Seriously. Years.
The first Romantic Suspense that I wrote came well before I knew ANYTHING about writing romance. I had a story, stuck in my head on repeat. And I was determined to get it out and onto the page. Kismet came out, in a huge gush.
The story… y’all. The story still, even years after being written, guts me.
I DID NOT WRITE KISMET TO MARKET
What does that mean? It means that Kismet does NOT follow traditional romance rules. There are tough scenes. Hard to read moments, and a plot that makes you want to throat punch someone. The story is real, though. So real that it reaches down into the pit of my soul and I can’t change it.
The heroine is strong, even if she doesn’t realize it. The hero is unlikeable. He’s too real. None of the characters are perfect. They’re not formed. Even as adults. They’re rough around the edges. But let me just say… I love them. I love them, and their stories. And their world.