How to be a Real-life Romantic Hero.

According to romance novels, a romantic hero needs to be a billionaire, tall and with piercing blue eyes, a square jaw, bulging biceps, and a six-pack stomach. Apart from being six foot two, I don't even come close.
I've just celebrated nine years of having known my wife. We didn't go out for a candle-lit dinner - two twin baby girls put a stop to that.
More often than not I'm tired and stressed. I moved to Spain to be with my wife, even though I didn't speak much Spanish, she lives in the horribly hottest part of the country and the job that I was offered suddenly disappeared. I've managed to cope with the mother-in-law, not seeing my family for six years and trying to survive an economic crisis with one of the worst levels of unemployment in the world. I've stood by my wife when her father died; the bad days when she feels terrible due to a debilitating condition that the doctors still can't seem to diagnose and the trauma of not being able to have children, which meant five years of dashed hopes until the treatment was successful.
At the end of the day, we still hold hands, appreciate the joy that our children have brought us and I can say to her, "I love you".

For a very rough diamond of a romantic hero who hides a not-so-hard heart, check out my romantic comedy, Loosely Translated, where a Spanish translator meets the author of the awful detective series that she has "improved". If that sounds like your cup of tea, buy me a couple of beers - that's about how much the book costs, and you'll get that warm, fuzzy feeling of helping out an indie author. Cheers!

Loosely Translated at Amazon.com