Why A military romance SERIES?

My last few series have been about billionaires or white supremacy groups. I enjoy writing romance about a man who can give a woman everything, so billionaire romances are my favorite to write. However, I started writing about white supremacy groups based on a vision I was given when visiting Lafayette, AL. (Definitely, not insinuating that there is a white supremacy group there, but it was just a vibe I got when I was inside of a gas station there, and the plot for a new story unfolded right then and there.)

Fast forward and now I'm venturing into military romance. Why? Well, here's the full disclosure. I'm a part of a group that sells blurbs and outlines for stories. When I read the blurb for sexy, alpha Marine, Tobin Graham, and saw the Hero cover, I fell in love wiht it. I said, "heck yeah, I have to do something with this."

That was almost two years ago, and now it's Tobin and Cherise's time to make their debut. I can't believe the release date is one month away!

(I've added more to the blurb. What do you think?)
☆ Cherise ☆
He found me again.
I moved ten times in the past year.
Each time, the bastard found me.
Worst part...I had no idea who he was or what he looked like.
I’d always prided myself on being a strong black woman.
So I hated him for making me such a nervous wreck.
I couldn’t date.
I couldn’t go out with friends.
I couldn’t stay home and feel safe.
One day, I got a call from a guy who was ex-military and looking for a therapist.
He needed clearance to join the FBI.
He could be my stalker, or he could be a hero,
but I was determined not to live in fear any longer.
I told him I would help him.

☆Tobin ☆
After my brother's suicide, I realized in serving my country,
I'd done a disservice to my family.
So I snapped and broke some shit.
And they quickly accepted my request to leave the military and return home.
As a former Navy SEAL, if I ever wanted to get into the FBI, my next goal,
I'd need to prove I wasn't a safety concern.
Apparently, people with anger management issues shouldn't carry weapons.
So, I took the advice of my superiors and found a therapist—a female therapist.
We were all of fifteen minutes into our session when I realized all was not right in her world.
She was on edge because she had a stalker.
Lucky for me, I wasn't currently employed.
Lucky for her, I was highly trained and intensely motivated to save her.
I'd always been a sucker for a damsel in distress.
And this woman needed a hero.

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