Hi friends! As you see we’ve got the totally awesome and wonderful Laura K. Curtis visiting with us today! Not only is she great in general she also stepped in at the last minute with not only a great post, but also a giveaway! Whee! So without further ado …
HEA vs. HFN
How do you like your happy endings? And get your mind out of the gutter, I’m talking about the ends of your romance novels, not your massages. For as long as I can remember, the two major tenets defining a novel as a “romance” were:
1. Central love story between two (or more) characters
2. The relationship is successful, culminating in a “happily ever after.”
But a few years ago, the genre stretched as it became more realistic to include “happy for now” as well as “happily ever after.” That is, the couple (or however many—I’m just going to use “couple” as shorthand) is in a relationship at the end of the book, but without the promise of forever together. Continue reading →
Hello lovelies! We’ve got wonderful author Megan Caldwell (aka Megan Frampton) visiting with us today! She’s absolutely lovely and has a very lovely dry sense of humor. But today, she’s here playing with us and offering some lighthearted fun. Enjoy!
In a few days, my romantic women’s fiction title, Vanity Fare, will be released.
But I don’t want to talk about that. I don’t like reading about how people got inspired to write whatever story it is they wrote, I don’t care about the writing process (it’s PAINFUL and UNIQUE for every author), I don’t need to discuss the heroine’s journey and all that crap. It’s boring (to me, at least).
[Sidebar: I’m reading Lime’s blog, and the guest author posts, and they’re intimidating. They’re pretty, and well-written, and talk about all sorts of things I’ve never even thought about. So, yikes]
Instead, let’s talk about some favorite things: Food, books, and foxy men. And we’ll ask you to make some difficult choices, too.
Food: If you had to eat just one type of food for the rest of your life, what would it be? It can’t be as widespread as ‘protein,’ nor does it have to be as specific as ‘butternut squash soup.’ I think I would choose cheese, because there are so many varieties, and you can get the gamut of flavors. Nuts would come in a close second, but lose because of the dreaded Brazil nut.
[Second sidebar: One of my closest friends and I have had a years-long argument about the best kind of nut. She has the audacity to cite the Brazil nut as the best, whereas I counter with cashews. What say you?]
Books: If you could only read in one genre for the rest of your life, what genre would it be? And, if you’re feeling reckless, which author from that genre would you read over and over again? I’d pick historical, even though I don’t read as much historical as I used to. And for the one author, I’d go with Mary Balogh, whose traditional Regencies are on my all-time keeper list.
[Third sidebar: When you talk to someone who’s not as avid a reader as you, do you find they totally don’t get the idea of an all-time keeper list? And isn’t it fun to explain romance novel terms to non-romance readers? I just told my husband what ‘smexy’ was, for example.]
Foxy men: This is the toughest one, but also potentially the most fun. If you could stare at one guy for the rest of your life, who would it be? Living or dead or fictional or not, it doesn’t matter. I’d go with David Gandy as Jericho Barrons, which is kind of cheating, but I’m writing this, so I get to do what I want.
[Fourth sidebar: Does your significant other get bugged when you go on and on about how gorgeous some other guy is? Thankfully, mine does not, but I try not to do it too much, out of respect. But he does the same to me, so that’s fine]
What choices would you make?
Thanks so much to Megan for stepping in with a post today! I enjoyed the lighthearted tone, and to convince you all to come and play, she’s offering a copy of her upcoming release Vanity Fare!
Molly Hagan is overwhelmed.
Her husband left her for a younger, blonder woman; her six-year-old son is questioning her authority, and now so is she. In order to pay her Brooklyn rent and keep her son supplied with Pokémon and Legos, not to mention food and clothing, she has to get a job—fast.
So when an old friend offers Molly a freelance position copywriting for a new bakery, finding romance is just about the last thing on her mind. But the sexy British pastry chef who’s heading up the bakery has other thoughts. And then so does Molly, when she meets the chef’s intimidating business partner—who also happens to have a secret that might prevent Molly from getting her own happily ever after.