If I were to explore one topic that ultimately ended up at the core of the story, it is this: Romance is a reflection of the world around it.
I cannot say I’ve ever read a romance novel where the heroine sat around twiddling her thumbs waiting for a two-dimensional character with no name, (looking you, Prince Charming... ) to give her a new life.
This is the only industry where those who don’t have to be nice, are.
Because there is a fine line between being alone to write and being lonely.
From the wilds of the Faroe Islands, to the rolling countrysides of Ancient Erin, Juliet’s tales have taken the fantastical and made it human, taken the human and made it fantastical.
So what’s my ideal romance hero, well it’s not so much about the packaging as what’s really inside.
Inspiration, to me, comes in many forms. It’s Ruth Bader Ginsburg and Elena Kagan and Sonia Sotomayor. It’s J.K. Rowling and Pablo Picasso and Stephen King. It’s my grandparents, my mom and my dad.