FIRST THINGS FIRST: The winner of totally arbitrary, picked blindfolded and by chance NAME THAT HERO drawing is: GRETCHEN F.!
If she will kindly email me her addy, I’ll send her the autographed copy of BRIDE ENCHANTED. This was a great contest! It’s a good thing the prize was awarded on the luck of the draw. If the winner had to be decided on merit I’d have gone mad. SO many good names, so many brilliant suggestions. Thank you, thank you – and you may be sure I’ll use some of those names in future. In fact, if you see my next hero sporting the name you sent, email me and I’ll send you a copy of that new book.
Now, as you might have guessed, I’m writing that new book. Yes, I’m falling in love again. By nature a monogamist, I nevertheless have the most promiscuous imagination, because in order to write about a new lover, I have to fall in love with him myself.
How awkward that can be. After all, I remember all my heroes. The strangest thing is that as I lavish praises on my new love, I feel guilty, hoping my old loves won’t be hurt. Well, sometimes, they are.
They sit in the shadows of my mind and stare at me reproachfully. There’s Warwick Jones, from my LOVE trilogy, looking at me with his famous, sad, sardonic smile. And by his side, Magnus from A TRUE LADY, shaking his handsome head. There, in a chair, acting like he doesn’t care, is my beloved Alasdair from THE DEVIL’S BARGAIN, and next to him, looking glum, dear Raphael, my redheaded Rafe from THE CHANCE. And I see Christian, from THE RETURN OF THE EARL, frowning.
After all his sufferings in exile, he’s still obviously capable of being wounded. And there’s Drum, Earl of Drummond, from THE CONQUEST, who dearly loves his Alexandria, but who nevertheless stands there, sighing. And arms crossed, shoulders leaning against the wall, watching me always and ever, my first love: Jason, Duke of Torquay, from THE DUKE’S WAGER. They come from far and near – Oh my, but it’s getting crowded!
Why are these gallant gentlemen still concerned about what new man I care about?
Because although I gave them each and every one a wonderful heroine and a devoted wife, they always knew who loved them most: their mommy, their creator, their author: me.
But falling in love again doesn’t mean I ever forget any of them. Truly. I’m not sure they believe me. I don’t understand it myself. But you, Gentle Reader, may. Having read so many romances with so many exciting heroes from so many wonderful authors, don’t you fall in love with each new hero each time too? Or do you love only once, and keep looking for the same man in each new book you read?
I’d love to know. And believe me, I know they would too.
PS Enjoy the following historical hero movie montage. I know I did. 🙂