Barbara Woster

When I was fourteen, a friend of mine got to playing a little too rough at the bus stop one morning. The result? A shattered knee. Mine!\n\nAfter undergoing surgery, I was laid up in bed for an entire year. The only things that I had to entertain myself with were books. In particular, Harlequin Romance. One day, my father stopped in and saw all of the romance books strewn across the bed and left the room, without a word. Within five minutes he was back. He tossed a book onto my lap and said, \