About a month ago, my son Patrick called us. Nothing dire, as my law partners at Livingston, Strom, and Willoughby would say. Quite the opposite. Patrick was so excited. Tasha, his beautiful, talented bride, had gotten a small publishing deal for her bodice-ripping romance novel. Small was an overstatement, but I kept my tongue. His wonderful thrillers were not yet published, but he didn't sound jealous. Not in the least. Tasha was going to be on a panel at Romance Extraordinaire, he went on.