I often read of or hear about authors who knew they were meant to tell stories from the time they left the crib. Me? I didn't decide what I wanted to be when I grew up until I was thirty years old - and then sold my first book at thirty-four. Still, it was obvious that I always knew I was going places.
Like so many other authors, I was a voracious reader from day one, devouring everything from Nancy Drew to My Friend Flicka, which I remember sitting hovered over the heater vent in the kitchen floor to read while my father made his coffee.
I moved on to my mother's Phyllis Whitney, Dorothy Eden, and Mary Stewart gothics before discovering my first true romances written by Lucy Walker and set in the Australian Outback. And then, at last, when I was 18 I found 'The Flame and the Flower'. (My son almost spent his life as Brandon because of that, but I spared him and named him Casey instead!)
Why write romance? Because love stories have always been a major part of the books I've loved. Father Ralph and Meggie Cleary. (I did name my daughter Megan after reading The Thorn Birds! Do you see a trend here?) The aforementioned Brandon Birmingham and Heather Simmons. Wolf Mackenzie and Mary Potter.
Even more so, it's because I love writing romance heroes. The men who sweep both heroines and readers off their feet - not to mention their authors, too!
I've spent several years happily writing action adventure romance for Kensington Brava along with hot and sexy series romances for Harlequin Blaze. Now I'm thrilled to be a launch author for Vows.
Firstly, one of the biggest reasons I loved this book was the fact that Alison Kent wasn't afraid to tread the interracial romance waters, proving that once again, love is colourblind. I sincerely hope more Blaze authors (and romance writers in general)will finally take the hint.
Thanks to e-books, many have. YAY!
Annabel 'Poe' Lee is a career-driven woman with no time for romance, which was why the off the Richter-scale fling with Patrick Coffey served her well. Unfortunately for Patrick, Annabel has decided to call off their hot relationship.
Patrick has other ideas.
Having reviewed The Sweetest Taboo (Men To Do), I bemoaned the fact that the female protagonist in that story (Erin Thatcher) was hard to stomach. Not so with Annabel Lee. Annabel was a woman who didn't want to lose control--she had plans, and she wanted stability, the things she simply couldn't see someone as rootless and damaged as Patrick seemed to be.
Vin Diesel automatically came to mind as I read descriptions of Patrick, especially when he finally shaves his hair. It was also nice to see nipple piercings mentioned on his chest (oh hot). Alison Kent takes the beta male to new heights as Patrick attempts to reconcile his demons, tie up the loose ends of his past, and to keep the woman he loves.
Not to mention the man was a culinary genius!
The sex scenes in this book are HOTTER than Phoenix in July, but it's not just sex--there's real emotion involved, and sometimes it's an uncomfortable place for a reader to be. It's like being a voyeur in an intensely private moment with two strangers.
I was really surprised to discover in this book one of the previous couples struggling through what might have been a big crisis, as they were no longer communicating with each other. At the same time, it felt real not contrived and handled just right. I liked it, as it makes the whole series more realistic and touching. I liked that the hero, despite his past and my bad expectations, was the one doing the hunting and maneuvering, while the heroine tried to free herself. There's a small mystery regards a legacy from the pirats, that I had understood from the beginning where the secret was hidden. It took them long enough to get there;) Nice closure to the series but not exceptional story in itself.
It seems this was the last in a series. This may account for the fact that there was constant mention of characters I'd never heard of, and so many things were strange and disjointed. Add to this the fact that this was stored in a country house and I began reading it last summer, left it and picked it up again this summer.. it finally became my beach read which meant that I read it for about five to ten minutes at a go while drying after my morning swim. None of this is really fair to a book. I suspect I would have appreciated this more a few years ago.