There I was, walking down the street, minding my own business when WHAM, I was catapulted headlong into the strange, slightly scary, and utterly intoxicating world of fashion and male supermodels. With very little choice but to take a deep breath and embrace it all, I was definitely expecting the unexpected ... but meeting the man of my dreams was never on the cards. The question was, could a lowly business analyst-cum-stylist such as myself and one of these designer-clad gods make a go of things?
 
A whirlwind romance; yes, it was that alright. At times, it felt like I was being eaten alive by cannibals. At times, I could only see the real world through a soft-focus lens. But there were times when reality cut like a knife, and times when I wished I had politely declined the invitation to step aboard the cloud destined for paradise.
 
I pricked myself many times to make sure that I was not dreaming; apparently, I wasn't.
 
A fantastical tornado of a romance; a celebration of love with an enduring message - follow your dreams to the end of the rainbow.
 
A Grand Affaire was the first ever romance that I wrote - one of the first pieces of fiction that I committed to paper. I had no clue what to expect. Fortunately, my characters did an amazing job of guiding me through this labyrinth. Unusually, the story was not triggered by a line of dialogue as so many are. I was recovering from a breakup and simply asked the question - what if? and I wrote myself out of the heartbreak.