In 2013, I stopped writing romance novels.
I had written a lot of them. Twenty-four of them are still available, but there were others that went out of print. At the height of my romance career, I had written over forty of them. That’s a whole lotta lovin’.
Then in 2013, my life changed. I changed. I became a different person. At the time, I was dealing with a lot of health issues. I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis. I was dealing with the breakup of a marriage and a horrible relationship.
To say the least, I wasn’t in a good place at all.
As I healed and learned to do simple things again, like walking and typing, and speaking, I came to the realization that I had written my romances while married to my ex-husband. I wrote about the love I wanted…not the love I had. I decided that I was done with romance. I decided that I wanted to write “serious” books, whatever that means.
Added to that, I didn’t feel attractive or very loved. I felt like I was part man, part monster. I didn’t feel like writing about other men living out their romantic adventures when I wasn’t able to have my own.
Then a strange thing started to happen.
I began to see myself in a whole new light. Even though I had MS, I was still a sexual being. When I met Michael, I realized that my having MS didn’t change that fact. I had been tempted to go back to writing romances, but I was done with them, wasn’t I?
I had finished with romance…The only thing was that romance had not finished with me.
Though I had supposedly turned away from writing romance, I wrote novellas with romantic elements in them, novels about people finding love in the modern world, poems to the man that became my husband that were filled with romance and with the healing power of love.
Some time ago, I wrote a flash fiction piece for fun. It was very romantic and at the time, it felt like I was dipping my toe back into the water of romance. It was like a breath of fresh air after a long time of not breathing properly.
I set the piece aside and thought that was that…only my Muse would not leave me alone. She kept trying to tell me to pick that story back up again, that it could be more, that it could be something full of magic.
I decided not to ignore my Muse; she gets quite cranky if I do that. I decided to see what would happen…
And now you will be able to find out what happened with Starboy Book One: The Color of Love. It’s available from the good folks at Cobblestone Press on May 15th! I can’t wait for you all to read it.
It’s short, just over 5,000 words. But think of this as the prologue for the tale that is about to come. I don’t know how many books it will be, but I’m thinking five, as a Star has five points, right?
I hope you’ll come with me to meet Alexander and Troy and to experience the beginning of their story.
In the meantime, if you’re looking for something to wet your whistle while you wait, you can view all of my books with Cobblestone Press here:
It’s been a long and winding road to this novella…five years in fact. I hope it’s worth the wait for you as much as it has been for me.