So, I write erotic romance to live vicariously through the characters I create. It's far safer than actually throwing myself into a relationship that has a 50/50 chance or more of turning into a nightmare from which it would be difficult to extricate myself.
It only goes that my characters are larger than life. They embody everything I value, everything I see when I look into a mirror, everything I wasn't allowed to express not only in my marriages but in my female life as a whole.
I made Boone as smart as Elon Musk, as handsome as Chris Hemsworth, as rich as Warren Buffett (well, eventually he could be), as agile as Yakima Canutt, as fearless as Evel Knievel, as romantic as Matthew McConaughey, as sensitive as Pedro Pascal, as spiritual as the Dalai Lama, as studly as the mythical God of Love, and as desirable as--no, more desirable than--again, Chris Hemsworth.
Why did I do this? Well, I'll never find such a man in my world or my lifetime. Even the most smart, beautiful, rich, and sexy woman on the earth ends up divorced sooner or later.
So, I might as well dream big and enjoy an amazing romantic and sexual relationship in my mind and through my mind's eye. Why else do so many people (well, mainly women) read erotic romances?
Next, I'll discuss why I made Christine the way I did. It really isn't hard to fathom, though.
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