Nancy Brophy’s Author bio says that she grew up reading and writing. Her imaginary friends have rich lives and less self-doubts with stories that have beginning, middles and happy ending all within four hundred pages. She lives in the beautiful, green and very wet Northwest with her husband, two naughty dogs, PB and J, and forty rowdy chickens. They have spent fourteen nail-biting months living in an apartment while their house was rebuilt from a house-fire in 2010. In the process she has acquired an in-depth knowledge of kitchen cabinets, bathroom plumbing fixtures and leaking roofs. One day she will find all of this funny and will write a story about it.
Crampton Brophy’s steamy books featured “rugged men, strong women and a good story,” the author wrote on a personal website. Their paperback covers depicted handsome heroes — and at least one heroine — with chiseled bodies and dark coiffed hair.
A synopsis of her 2015 novel “The Wrong Husband” tells of a woman who escapes an abusive and powerful spouse during a shipwreck in the Mediterranean, and who later falls for one of the men sent to find her.
While her romance novels had happy endings, her 2011 essay seemed to ponder a darker outcome. She wrote on the blog “See Jane Publish” in November 2011, describing five core motives and a number of murder weapons from which she would choose if her character were to kill a husband in a romance novel. She advised against hiring a hit man to do the dirty work — “an amazing number of hit men rat you out to the police” — and against hiring a lover. “Never a good idea.” Poison was not advised either, because it’s traceable. “Who wants to hang out with a sick husband?” she wrote.
“What if killing didn’t produce the right results?” Crampton Brophy wrote. “Would they do it again? Could they do it again? What if they liked it?”
“Divorce is expensive, and do you really want to split your possessions?” Crampton-Brophy wrote in her 700 words essay ‘How To Kill Your Husband?’ She wrote- “I find it is easier to wish people dead than to actually kill them. I don’t want to worry about blood and brains splattered on my walls. And really, I’m not good at remembering lies. But the thing I know about murder is that every one of us have it in him/her when pushed far enough.”