My husband bought me a surprise present last weekend when we were at Anthropologie, the sneaky man. That’s it above. It’s warm and woodsy with a hint of vanilla that’s perfect for me. And it got me thinking: how many times have you seen a reference to scent in a romance novel? All the time,
The other day, my proclivity for loving really, really broken characters and gleefully watching as an author puts them through the wringer came up in a conversation on Twitter. The context was Jackie Ashenden’s Having Her, in which a hero with a schizophrenic mother and a heroine with a struggling business and virginity issues tumble
