Kristin Miller | So I Married a Werewolf

Hello, I’m Kristin Miller, and I’m a category romance addict.

When it comes to tropes in category romance novels, I love them all. I swoon over mistaken identity mixed with bribery, ogle over marriages of convenience mixed with enemies to lovers, and adore wrong bed mixed with some sort of CEO/Secretary relationship. Give me tropes I can laugh and cry with, ones that are extreme or down to earth, and I’m a happy reader.

I’m a hard-core category romance fanatic, though I wasn’t always that way.

In middle school and high school, I read suspense novels by Dean Koontz and John Saul. In college, I devoured Harry Potter and Twilight. In the years after college, while I was teaching high school English, a friend recommended a handful of romance novels. Nora Roberts and J.R. Ward were in the glorious TBR pile.

Needless to say, I’ve been gleefully lost ever since.

Romances celebrate love and female strength. They glorify heroes who treat women like queens and, quite often, pleasure them beyond their wildest dreams. But it’s not only about falling in love with a hero who sweeps the heroine off her feet. It’s about heroines finding the strength to love themselves. It’s about emotional and mental growth, independence, and feeling worthy despite all odds.

How could I not fall in love?

In SO I MARRIED A WEREWOLF, I wrote a heroine who is both a dog trainer and blogger, struggling to start up her own business. She’s also looking for love from her best friend and neighbor, a fellow packmate from the Seattle Wolf Pack. Since I love writing really fun and sassy paranormal romances, I knew immediately that I wanted to add complexity to the hero and heroine’s relationship to spice things up. The hero is desperate to land a promotion at work, though he must prove he’s over his playboy lifestyle. The heroine, on the other hand, is about to sink into debt from paying her brother’s college tuition. It’s not long before the two strike up a marriage bargain that heats their relationship from friends to lovers.

I took every single trope that I absolutely loved to read about (“friends-to-lovers”, “boy-next-door”, “fake fiancée”, “marriage bargain”), and wove the threads of the tale together to make something really fun, snarky, and sexy.

It’s taken me sixteen novels and countless stacks of beloved books on my shelf for me to realize one simple thing: Yes, I’m a category romance addict. And yes, I’m damn proud.