I was having lunch with my editor a few months ago when she startled me with a comment about my heroine’s boyfriend, Alec: “You have to do something about your hero. He’s too much like a real guy.” My god, was she right? Okay, so maybe Alec was kind of a jerk (but a very hot and passionate jerk)…just like a real guy: He looks at other women (in fact, takes his girlfriend, Mallory to a burlesque show – on her birthday!). He wants threesomes (and isn’t shy about asking for it). And then when Mallory dishes it out, he can’t take it. Sound the alarm bells. But wait: my “real” guy served an important purpose. In Blue Angel, I want to explore what happens when a woman is able to turn the tables on a flawed hero (and aren’t all men flawed?). It’s the norm in our culture for men to be the ones who have to be reigned in, to be tamed, to “settle down.” I’m watching re-runs of Sex and the City on E!, and frankly, I’m cringing a little. Carrie seems so needy – no wonder Mr. Big runs off to Paris and hooks up with Bridget Moynihan (who in real life gets left, pregnant, by Tom Brady who runs off with Giselle Bunchen, but that’s another story…) I wanted to create a romance in which the woman responds to the slippery hero not by holding on tighter, but by going off in a wondrous and slightly threatening direction of her own. I realize that my inspiration in writing Blue Angel was not to give my readers an ideal man, but to show them an ideal woman. I think we should all go for it, ladies. Maybe we won’t all get up on stage and take off our clothes (I admit, I’m still working up the nerve), but we all have that daring alter-ego just waiting to come out. And who wouldn’t fall in love with that?