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~Blog Post~My favorite thing about reading romance, hands-down, is definitely the happily-ever-after. I read romance for escape and to cheer me up, relieve the stress of daily life, and remind myself what the best part of being alive really is: L-O-V-E. Love for family, love for pets, love of nature, love of, well, anything fun, and certainly, falling in love, for the first time, or the second, third or fourth time in your life.
It’s also a major reason I love to write romance as well. For me, writing romance is like reading a romance you’ve never read before and watching (and living vicariously) the story of how two people meet, fall in love, and eventually, after a few setbacks and false starts, finally, finally have their happily-ever-after.
One of my favorite romance novels is one by Suzanne Robinson. It’s a historical, entitled: Lady Gallant. It’s set in the time that Mary Tudor, aka, Mary I, reigned England, and centers around a troubled, hard-shelled (but good-hearted) rake who meets his match in a shy, gentle, mouse of a lady with a soft heart. Both of them, unbeknownst to the other, are spies for Elizabeth, whom they each prefer to be queen.
One of the things I loved about this story was how the author brought the hero down to his cruelest self, doing horrid, horrid things to the heroine, and yet the author never left the reader truly hating him for his deeds. Instead, I always feel crushed (as the heroine does), heartbroken (as both the hero and the heroine do), and anxious for how on earth they are ever going to find that happy ending together, because I know they are completely meant to be together. Forever.
Thus, when I began writing my contemporary novel, Love Is The Drug, I, too, wanted to try my hand at making the hero do something unforgivable and see if I, too, could evoke some of the same feelings I had while reading Lady Gallant, in the readers of my novel as well.
I don’t know how well I did, but if you’re curious, why not pick up a copy at one of the major online booksellers? And while you're at it, pick up a copy of Lady Gallant as well, and you can read for yourself what a great book it is!
Here’s a little teaser from Love Is The Drug (not the cruel scene, I’ll leave that for your indulgence while reading the book):
Julie’s gaze was pretty bleary when she turned it up to him. She blinked and stuck out her lower lip. “No. I wanna have some fun! Live on the edge! You promised.” She put her face closer to his. “Hey, has anyone ever told you how pretty your eyes are?”
“Pretty? No. That’s—”
“Well, they are.”
“—not a description a guy usually wants to hear about himself, if you know what I mean.” He grinned down at her. “But thanks. I think.”
“I like your lips, too. Keanu Reeves lips. Mmm. Sexy.”
“Keanu Reeves? You mean that dude from the Matrix? You like him?” The flash of jealousy took him by surprise.
She plopped her other arm over his shoulder and said, “Yeah. I always wondered what it’d be like to kiss those lips.” Then she planted one on him. Tongue and all.
And he returned it. In a flash, he had her up against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist and his hands on one of his three favorite places: her sexy, hot little ass. And this time, when he pressed the ridge of his erection against her center, it answered that pressure with the fire, the answering motion, that should have been there earlier, but wasn’t. Thank you, God.
But. She was three sheets to the wind. Probably wouldn’t even remember this later. And if she did—he'd be in the doghouse again, for sure. Shit! Jason broke the kiss. He rested his forehead against hers. They were both struggling for air. After about the fifth intake of breath, he could finally speak. “You still want to go down to the casino?” He was weak, he knew it. But, he swore to God, if she said no, he’d take her to bed right now. Doghouse, be damned.
Unfortunately—or fortunately, he couldn’t say which at this moment—the burger must’ve finally kicked in, because she nodded and said, “Yeah, sounds great.”
“Okay.” Even to his own ears, there was a distinct lack of enthusiasm in his voice. He stepped back and slowly dropped her legs until she was standing on her feet again—this time, with no support. “I’ll take you to one of the stores, too, so we can get you something to wear to dinner tonight.”
“Oh, yeah. Thanks.”
He strode over to the door and opened it. “Ready?”
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