Twenty-eight popular romance fiction writers reveal their real-life stories of how they met, wed and love—and are loved and supported by—their spouses and life partners. At times whimsical and laugh-out-loud funny, at others poignant and bittersweet, all unfailingly inspiring, each essay celebrates that most powerful and sacred of human bonds: love.
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He was tall, dark and handsome, and everybody said so. Women would stop me on the street, lean into my shoulder and whisper to me how gorgeous he was. Men did it too, but they didn’t whisper. They looked slightly askance, as if they couldn’t quite handle it, squared their shoulders defensively and said things like “That’s a really good-looking guy.”
Admittedly, I was proud. I liked this adulation-by-association. As a bedraggled graduate student with too many bills to pay, too much work to do, never enough sleep, and bags perpetually beneath my eyes, I enjoyed being partnered with a specimen of perfect masculine beauty.
The only one who wasn’t impressed was my husband. For my Tall Dark and Handsome was not, after all, him.
My husband — who was in fact tall, dark and very good-looking, to the extent that on our second date I had dubbed him “Dreamboat” — never wanted a dog. But I did. I’d been longing for a dog pretty much since I’d been alive. Now for the first time in my nomadic life I anticipated several unbroken years of residence in the U.S. and I knew this was the moment to go for it. When one night out by a lake in Michigan in a house overrun by puppies we met the beautiful creature that I later named Atlas, my husband would not, however, commit. Faced with this intransigence, I picked up that ebony satin pup with floppy ears and long legs, put him in the car and said, “We’re keeping him.”