Sarah Summers is the queen of heart-fluttering, sun-soaked romance novels. At 42, she’s a hopeless romantic with a knack for spinning everyday gals into heroines who stumble into love with dreamy guys—princes, cowboys, you name it. Born in a sleepy Ohio town, Sarah grew up devouring Harlequin paperbacks under her covers, dreaming of far-off places like Caribbean resorts or Montana ranches. Now she lives in a cozy Florida bungalow, surrounded by hibiscus plants and stacks of her own novels, her tabby cat, Biscuit, purring on her desk as she types.