“Why write romance novels?” I’ve been asked this question lately. The question is often paired with a look of pitying horror; as if to say, poor dear, unsuccessful at writing in the genre she wants so she’s given in to writing ROMANCE! I'm ashamed to say that I’ve let them think that. I’ve given no argument for or against what they’ve said; I’ve just smiled enigmatically. And while I really enjoy finally having something I can be enigmatic about, I’ve decided to come clean, be perfectly honest and shoot from the hip. Anymore sayings that might fit here? Hmm… Anyway.
Why do I write romance novels? Because I Love Them! I always have.
When they’re good they have it all. Strong and marvelous characters, moving storytelling and scenes so hot that it’s impossible to read anywhere but in the privacy of your own home.
In romance there is action, adventure and fantasy (not always the sexy kind, get your mind out of the gutter.), and when they’re very good the story keeps pulling you back to relive them over and over again. But most important, for me, is that some woman will find the man she’s longed for and she gets to live her happy ever after.
What’s better than that?