The title above was a direct quote from my latest release, TEXAS WIDE OPEN, out November 15th (you can go ahead and pre-order, so you don’t have to try and remember on the 15th) with Kensington.
I do say “was” because my editor didn't like the sentence saying something about how it was too violent and would the hero really be thinking murder if he loved her? I was a good girl. I changed the wording, not a big deal. But I do have to disagree with her reasoning.
Honestly, I don’t know much about death, but being married for seventeen years, I do know something about love. And anyone married for any length of time is sure to have witnessed violence in their spouse’s eyes, and sure as hell is hot, the vice-versa has occurred.
Now, in the spirit of full disclosure there are two different versions of the time I saw pure crazy in my husband’s gaze. Being an honest person, I’ll point out the discrepancies and let you be the judge. We’d been married a few years, and my husband knew I had a habit of, shall we say, living in a dream world. He’d grown used to taking care of the day to day details, but there were times that I was asked to step up.
My husband had (In his version he says broke. In mine, I say lightly sprained.) his ankle. He was on crutches for a few weeks and could no longer drive to work and so had to take the bus. As a good wife I was supposed to pick up my poor, injured husband from the bus stop. Unfortunately, I forgot.
So yes, my husband had to walk on crutches (His version—a full mile in a hundred and twenty degree heat, which is possible since we live in Phoenix. My version—it barely broke a hundred and the distance couldn't be more than a half a mile.) all the way home. What was I doing that I forgot to pick him up? Curling my hair.
The image of my dear husband standing in the doorway, face beat red, dripping sweat, mouth foaming is still burned into my brain. And yes, for a split second, I did see my own death staring right back at me. There were a few awkward moments of him chasing me around the couch and me not about to get caught. (This time him being on crutches worked in my favor.) I think he finally sprawled himself on the couch too exhausted to limp after me anymore. Then I apologized, profusely.
Due to his sense of humor and my ability to make him laugh, he forgave me, and we’re still married eleven years later. But my point is in every relationship there comes a time when you wish the other person dead, even if you love them. Fortunately, we've never acted on those impulses (which would be bad), and my characters don’t either (because that would not be a love story, that would be a horror story). Every relationship has its ups and downs, and as with art imitating life, so do my characters. But it’s the thrill of experiencing the journey of how they get to the other side of happily-ever-after that makes writing romance so rewarding.
So, are you curious as to why the heroine sees her death in the hero’s eyes? I’ll give you a hint, it has something to do with his truck and a baseball bat, but you gotta read the story to find out. J
KC Klein loves living her dream of writing romance novels and sharing that with readers. If you like gritty, sexy, on-the-edge-of-your-seat-have-to-find-out-what-happens-next romance novels than check out her book, DARK FUTURE. You can download it to your Kindle here or your Nook here. If hot cowboys, honorable heroes, and sexy love stories is how you roll, please check out her newest release, TEXAS WIDE OPEN. You can pre-order it for your Kindle here or Nook here. KC loves connecting with readers. Follow her on Twitter and Facebook, and also her blog, Romance With an Edge.
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