So there’s this book that I’ve been working on for the past couple of years, called The Dark Wind of Dreams (for excerpts, go here). It’s about gods and humanity and the end of the world and all that good stuff. I’ve lived and breathed, eaten, drunk, slept, and dreamed this story for a long time now and I just realized something.

Doggone it if I’m not in love with my male lead character, Vincente.

Don’t tell my husband, okay?

I first realized this a few months back when my husband was reading parts of my manuscript aloud to me. I got teary eyed. I sighed. My heart beat a little faster. “This is one helluva man,” I thought.

And then I thought, “Did I actually write that?” and “How in the world did I dream that up? Who is this guy? Surely he must exist somewhere in real life, because I couldn’t possibly have dreamed him up!”

Just mention his name—Vincente—and I just…

Swoon

No, really. I swoon.

You would be in love with him, too, if you knew him like I do. For one thing, he’s a gentleman. He’s also patient and kind. He’s suave—like James Bond suave. He’s intelligent, wise, and has a heart of gold. And he knows aaaaallll the right things to say.

Did I also mention he’s drop dead gorgeous? I mean gorgeous like Joseph Fiennes (remember Shakespeare in Love? Elizabeth?) gorgeous.

Oh, Vincente! I can’t wait to share you with the rest of the world in The Dark Wind of Dreams.

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Writers, have you ever fallen in love with a character you’ve written? Readers, have you ever fallen in love with a character in a book you’ve read?

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