Ah, the love triangle. Romantic that I am, I’ve always been fascinated with legends like King Arthur and Tristan and Isolde. Love triangles where a woman has to choose between two very different, yet good men; where she has to follow duty or her heart. The Road Home has its roots in the romance of these tales. This is probably the most difficult book I’ve written. Not because of the book itself, but because I had finally gotten my first book published. I knew my publisher liked it because it was a finished product when they first saw it. But what if I failed to impress them with my sophomore effort? That worry lingered in the back of my mind, shadowing every word I wrote. And perhaps it was that fear that pushed me to create a better story, because in the end, my editor loved it.