This coming September I'll be celebrating the publication of my 20th novel The Devil Wears Plaid. I've often said I have the best job in the world—I get to fall in love with a gorgeous new man every year and, as long as those royalty checks keep coming, my husband doesn't even mind!
If I don't fall in love with my heroes, how can I make my heroine (and you, my darling readers) fall in love with him? If my pulse doesn't quicken when a Connor Kincaid or a Billy Darling saunters into a room, how will I know how my heroine feels the first time her hand accidentally brushes his or she catches the glint of sunlight in the burnished gold of his hair?
So I spend 6-9 months of every year mooning and swooning, burning and yearning right along with my heroine. Sometimes after I've finished a book and my hero and heroine have ridden off into the sunset to celebrate their hard-earned and much-deserved happy ending, I even mope and mourn for a season.
(I had a terrible time getting over Gabriel Fairchild from YOURS UNTIL DAWN and Julian Kane from THE VAMPIRE WHO LOVED ME!)
But then I write those magical words "Chapter One" and my next hero walks into the room…and my heart. (I just have to be careful not to call him by my last hero's name because everybody knows that's bad form—like accidentally shouting out "Jen" instead of "Angelina" during a tender moment.)
While a sardonic quirk of the lips and looking good in a kilt certainly don't hurt a hero's chances of winning my heart, there are three qualities that are absolutely irresistible to me:
2) A sense of humor
3) The willingness to rush into a burning building to rescue a basket of kittens