If I shared this before, I apologize. My thoughts have been blurring lately. A few weeks ago while working the circulation desk at the library, a gentleman came up to check out two books. He was soft-spoken, well over sixty. While checking out his books, I noticed he also had LASSO THE MOON on his card. I assumed he'd checked it out for his wife.
I don't normally comment when someone is checking out a book I wrote. I'm shy in that way. Although one of my co-workers usually 'outs' me. Bless their hearts. Anyway, I was alone at the desk in this instance and I don't know why, but I did speak up. "I see that you have one of the books I wrote, LASSO THE MOON out."
I expected him to mention his wife. Instead, I got, "Yes, and I'm enjoying it very much." He smiled.
I blinked. "Um," blush, "I'm glad."
And here I thought I knew my audience. Just goes to show you should never sterotype your audience. Men read romance, too. *g*