How "The Rogue and the Rose" Began

   One morning when I worked for the Executive VP of a large company, I arrived at my desk two hours early.  As I had no outstanding work to do, I turned on my typewriter anyway, and let myself dream of England.  A scene came to me of a beautiful young lady in the Cotswold Hills, living in a honey-colored mansion, with a looming problem.  I began to write.  The scene unfolded, and on I typed to capture it before I forgot. 
   Two hours later, when my boss breezed in, I had several pages of the story.  I hid those, and worked on them during lunch whenever I could. 
   Sometime later, when I worked in a different job, a friend and fellow secretary named Kay leaned over my shoulder as I wrote during what was normally our lunch hour.  She was so curious.  After I let her read several of my secret pages, she asked me what work I had to do that afternoon.  I showed her.  She grabbed it all, transferred my phone lines to hers, and whispered, "Give me more Raoul!"
   That's why I dedicated this book to my dear friend, Kay Nell Miller.  (Author of Unable to Resist.)