I’m talking, of course, about how I met, fell in love with, and married my husband, Mr. Kaye. *winks*
Twenty years ago, I accepted a summer internship working at my college in small-town Pennsylvania. It was a great program that brought 30 students on campus each summer. During the days, we did our respective jobs, but at night and on the weekends, we all hung out together. Most of that summer, I helped Mr. Kaye land a girl he liked, and he helped me land a guy I liked. Then, in August, we realized the person we really wanted had been standing right next to us the whole summer, and fell in love. It was a wonderful few weeks, and then he left for Italy for a study abroad.
Man, was that hard. I’d never been out of the country, but I missed him so much (and had run up so many phone bills!) that I managed to convince my mother to give me a plane ticket for Christmas. I left on December 28, and he met me at the airport in Milan, and then escorted me via the train back to his apartment in Bologna where he was going to school. Those were 10 of the most amazing days of my life. The passion of reuniting, the exotic location, hearing him speak Italian and navigate the city and the sites so effortlessly, it was all like living a romance novel, and those days cemented the fact that what I felt for him—what we felt for each other—was more than just a summer crush.
Under the guise of surprising me with a dinner location, he blindfolded me, drove around town in circles, and marshaled me through snowy sidewalks and up steps. When he removed the blindfold, I was in the attic of a building on our college campus that was never open to students, and it was the way into the cupola, the physical symbol of the school we both loved and also historically a romantic spot on campus. We walked up to the top, taking in the sites of the moonlit snow, and he proposed. Now, we’ve been married for fifteen years, and there’s no doubt, I’ve been lucky in love.
So, see? Winter can be romantic! And if you need more convincing, perhaps you might give book 1 in my Hearts of the Anemoi series, North of Need, a try! After all, with winter just about ending, it’s the perfect time to read about my adorably hunky snow god, Owen Winters, before spring hits and his uncle Zephyros Martius comes to power (Zeph’s book, West of Want, releases in digital and mass market paperback formats on July 10!).
Do you have a romantic winter story to share?
Thanks for reading,
About Laura Kaye
Voted Breakout Author of the Year in the 2011 GraveTells Readers’ Choice Awards, Laura is the bestselling and award-winning author of a half-dozen books. Hearts in Darkness is a finalist for the EPIC eBook Award for Best Novella, Forever Freed won the NJRW Golden Leaf Award for Best Paranormal of 2011, and North of Need, the first book in the Hearts of the Anemoi series, was named GraveTells’ Best Book of 2011 and won their 5-STAR Gold Heart Award, and won Sizzling Hot Read of the Year at Sizzling Hot Books. Laura lives in Maryland with her husband, two daughters, and cute-but-bad dog, and appreciates her view of the Chesapeake Bay every day.
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Called to life by Megan's tears, snow god Owen Winters appears unconscious on her doorstep in the midst of a raging blizzard. As she nurses him to health, Owen finds unexpected solace in her company and unimagined pleasure in the warmth of her body, and vows to win her heart for a chance at humanity.
Megan is drawn to Owen's mismatched eyes, otherworldly masculinity, and enthusiasm for the littlest things. But this Christmas miracle comes with an expiration--before the snow melts and the temperature rises, Megan must let go of her widow's grief and learn to trust love again, or she'll lose Owen forever.
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