So my Better Half and I were arguing this morning over … well, a couple of things, and one of them was the romance in my books. I contend that there has been a strong romantic subplot throughout the series. He give me the big blue fisheye, and says, “They’re not romantic.” (Couple those three words with a big faux Boston accent, and you should be able to understand why that’s so irritating over the first cuppa joe.)
“I’m fucking romantic!” I yelled, sloshing coffee.
His response? Same. As. Always.
So after I finish yawning, I said, “Jaysus. You turn someone inside-out once, and you never hear the end of it.”
Course, I needed more proof of my series’ romantic thread, more than mere indignation could supply anyway, and thankfully it came from a reader, Misty.
For those of you – like my alleged Better Half *koff* – who need proof that Hunter exists, or those who’ve wondered what exactly he looks like, I give to you …
Hunter.
Look at those piercing eyes! That leveled stare. That agile body ready to leap into action at any moment.
Okay, so it’s not exactly romantic. But, darn, he’s cute!
(Thanks, Misty!)
