I didn’t start out as a romance author. My debut novel Raw Silk (first edition 1999) had romantic elements and an unequivocal HEA ending, but the book was marketed by its publisher Black Lace as “erotica for women, by women”, not as romance. In fact, I wasn’t particularly familiar with the genre. I’d heard of Harlequin, Nora Roberts and Danielle Steele, but that was about it. My notion of “romantic” tended to be emotionally intense but tragic stories like Wuthering Heights and Romeo and Juliet.
It
was not until 2006 when I began working with Totally Bound Publishing
that I encountered Romance with a capital R, with all its conventions
and constraints. I tried to satisfy my editors at TB, to follow their
rules. To be completely honest, I sometimes found it hard.
Portraying
love in a developing or committed relationship was never a problem,
but I struggled with sexual fidelity. My characters, both male and
female, tended to be erotically adventurous. I quickly learned,
however, that many romance readers won’t tolerate a hero or heroine
who gets involved, or is even attracted, to anyone but the main love
interest. They view this sort of activity as “cheating”, hence
unacceptable.
Meanwhile,
I’ve
written
several
books
where
the
heroine
really
doesn’t
know
which
of
her
lovers
is
her
soul
mate
until
quite
late
in
the
story.
Kate,
the
heroine
of
Raw
Silk
(now
in
its
fourth
edition
and
solidly
branded
as
romance!)
has
three
men
competing
for
her
affections.
In
my
BDSM
ménage
The
Ingredients
of
Bliss,
master
chef
Emily
finds
herself
in
the
middle
of
a
complex,
confusing,
but
thrilling
relationship
in
which
she
is
submissive
to
one
man
while
dominating
the
other.
Strongly
drawn
to
both
her
lovers,
she
doesn’t
make
a
clear
choice
until
at
least
three
quarters
of
the
way
through
the
novel.
Almost
every time I sit down to write a new book, I find myself torn between
inspiration and the “rules” of romance. My recent release, DamnedIf You Do, was no exception.
My heroine Wendy falls under the spell of a charismatic stranger who
promises her both financial success and the surrender she deeply
craves. Only later does she realize that Mister B is not the true
master of her heart.
Needless
to say, inspiration almost always wins out. For me, that’s what it
means to be an author. I have to be true to my vision, even at the
expense of popularity. I might never have a huge following.
Meanwhile, my dedicated fans know that when they pick up one of my
books, they might be surprised, even a bit shocked—but they’ll
find plenty of love and erotic heat.
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