Why I Write Romance: Shelley Galloway
Do you remember the first romance you read? I do. In the back of the Spring Branch Library in Houston, Texas, there were stacks and stacks of wonderful, well-used Harlequin and Barbara Cartland romances. There was no book limit on them, and I would check out ten at a time.
I loved them. I loved the secretaries falling in love with their alpha-male bosses. I loved the nurses falling in love with perfect doctors, and the waiflike heroines of Regency England finding True Love with wicked Earls. I could become engrossed in a heroine’s life and all her troubles, and knew that by the time I went to sleep, all would be well.
Yes, I often wished my life was like that. In college, I majored in English literature, and read more depressing novels than I could shake a stick at. I did appreciate them. I learned to write essays about symbolism and how it all related to the socioeconomic structures of the times. But I liked the novels by my favorite Harlequin authors better.
Now, I count myself as extremely lucky to get to write the kinds of stories that bring the same kind of happiness I’ve found in Harlequins for decades now. I love creating stories where the heroes are wonderful, the heroines are sweethearts, and a happy ending is just a few hours away.
Shelley Galloway first discovered Harlequin romances at her public library. There, stacked high along the back shelves, were stacks of books that were far more interesting and fun than anything freshman English could offer. Her latest American Romance Second Chance Hero is on sale right now.