Alphas. Bad boys. Billionaires. Betas. Boy next door. Bikers. Cowboys. Cops. Doctor. Firefighters. Ganster. Mafia. Soldiers. Sailors. Tinkers. Spies. Chefs. Forest rangers. PIs. The list is endless. When you read and write romance, it’s easy to fall in love.

The great thing about feeling deep, profound, earthshaking love, Silver, is that you can start with anyone.

Next,
The Universe
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Everyone is worthy, Silver.

And yes, you can start with anyone. You can make him an awful person so unloveable that there’s question of whether he can be redeemed. And then, through the magic of words–and the love of the heroine–he becomes perfect. For her. Or you can start with a woman so broken that no man would waste his time on her, until he walks up to her and smiles.

Yes, I am aware that love–deep and abiding–isn’t confined to a man and a woman. But that’s what I write. It’s what I know. I’m not about to appropriate the grand romance story of someone else. There are awesome authors out there who write those stories. I’m not one of them.

Happy Valentine’s Day. Here’s wishing you a grand love now and always.