A husband is what some women between the ages of thirty and up crave. The main reason, I believe , is security. Followed by companionship. Sometimes love is important, sometimes not. Sex is usually ‘extremely’ vital. Romance is fun. Those first few dates wherein charm oozes, laughter floats, newness abounds, and the anticipation of culminating all of these e-motions into something beneath or on top of sheets is like lightning flashes on a warm, humid, afternoon: electric. The heroine in my new novel, “A False Start”, succumbs to all that she experiences on her first date with the man she eventually marries. Her heart is filled with the wonder of happily ever after. How could she know what was to come?