![]() Domestic abuse – our averted eyes, the taps on abusers’ wrists, the violence swept under lumpy rugs – none of it should be typical, and I wanted to write a story that challenged us at every turn to know better. ![]() ![]() Because I wasn’t really interested in writing a typical anything. Oh, that doesn’t sound like your typical sports romance? You don’t say. ![]() I had all of this feeling, but no outlet, and decided I would write a romance addressing domestic violence in professional sports. I had anger and dismay that things like this go on, not only in elevators with surreptitious surveillance cameras, but behind closed doors. ![]() You know those mad tears? You’re so full of anger it just spills from your eyes and over your cheeks? I had those. I choked on my indignation, raging uselessly at the screen and spewing at my poor husband. (Please note: There are aspects of this discussion that deal with themes of domestic violence and rape and may be sensitive to some readers.)īy the time I clicked on the YouTube clip of NLF running back Ray Rice knocking his fiancée unconscious in an elevator, millions had already viewed what was to me and most, an outrage. ![]()
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