I started late in the game when it came to reading romance novels. Most of what I loved to read was ghost stories, mysteries, medieval history, and travel books. I loved the fact that I could pick up a book and go anywhere.
At the time it all started, I was in the Army, so there was always the necessary task manual that needed studying and let’s face it, reading romance would have undoubtedly set me up for a ton of ribbing from the guys.
I was twenty years old when I was standing in the Army and Air Force Exchange Service bookstore looking for something new to read and nothing was striking my fancy. As I was getting ready to leave empty handed and disappointed, one of the sales clerks opened a box and pulled out this dark pink book with a silver gauntlet holding a white rose on the front cover. The title A Knight in Shining Armor popped out in bold white letters by an author named Jude Deveraux. So entirely on a whim, I bought the book because after all, wasn’t it a sin to walk out of a bookstore empty handed?
That evening after dinner was over and the dishes were done, I grabbed the book off my end table and began to read.
I laughed, then I cried, then I laughed again as I read through this exquisite tale of heartbreak, desire, and mystery. And then they kissed. Wow was all I could say and I couldn’t get to the next page quick enough. Then there I was towards the end of this time-travel tale when the unthinkable happened. I fell madly in love. The romance, the humor, the happily-ever-after had my heart and mind in its grasp and before I knew it, I was greeting the sunrise as I read its last page.
I set the book down on my coffee table and exhaled; again, wow. Then with a yawn, one would think that sleep was in order. Oh, no. All I could think of was more.