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January 7, 2011

Romance is EVERYWHERE! by Ellie Heller

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I write genre romances. I also, like several of my fellow ERAers, write in other genres. Specifically I write fantasy, suspense, and paranormal. However, all of my works have a romance in them. But…and you knew that was coming, didn’t you?…the tales I write in other genres are not considered ‘genre romance’. In my other stories, the story arc runs independently of the relationship and romantic love between two people (sometimes more, sometimes less). I do admit my stories do have, mostly, an emotionally satisfying and optimistic ending crossing the line between the genre I write in and a romance novel. Hey, I am a glass is half full kind of person! (note: thanks to Wikipedia for helping me with a standardized definition.)

Many authors whom I like aren’t “Romance” authors but are novelists who have romances in their books. Easy enough to find as so many main stream and/or literary novels, new and old, have romantic love in them. Nicholas Sparks is clearly an author who incorporates romantic love in his novels. As for F. Scott Fitzgerald, hello? What crib sheet doesn’t list ‘romantic love’ as a main theme in The Great Gatsby? Anna Karenina, please, do we need to go there? Of course, not all these stories have the emotionally satisfying and optimistic ending a ‘Romance Novel’ does.

However, they *do* have one key element, a romantic love which enmeshes itself so firmly around the story line that the novel would not exist without it.

And it’s not just main stream and literary novels, in other genres romance is also a frequent element. I find romance in paranormal novels, as well as many fantasy novels. (Charlaine Harris anyone?) Stories which are rife with ‘life bonding’, ‘soul mates’ and other pairings. In these stories the pairings are not the main thrust of the story arc. However, the romantic relationship (or the enforcing of a non-relationship!) between lead characters can intertwine intimately with the development of the plot. In these genres you more often have the second element, the ‘happy ending’, that you don’t always with literary novels.

Clearly, there exist outside our genre stories where the relationship and the romantic love between two people impact the story line. (The lines are continually becoming blurred, but that’s a post for another day!)

For now, I’d like to share with you, and I hope you share with me, some favorite non-Romance genre writers whose ‘romances’ you have enjoyed. Or at least found memorable.

My list to start us off:
Piers Anthony: Many of the Xanth Series
Kristen Britain: Green Rider Series (I’m still on tenterhooks how the romantic element in this will be resolved!)
Julie Czerneda: Particularly the Species Imperative Series (Mac and Nic, sigh)
Sharon Shinn: Twelve Houses series: always an element!
Elizabeth Peters/ Barbara Michaels : too many to name

I could go on, but I’m interested in what novels or authors you would list.

September 16, 2010

Pirate Rules By Evanne Lorraine

I wanted to pick a favorite title to share. Hard to choose when the heroes are all so demanding. But I’ve got a real weakness for pirates, and no one else writes modern pirate erotic romance, so I did. 😉


Boldly, Zara climbed onto a padded bar stool close to where she’d last seen the rugged pirate. She scanned the crowd with eager interest, hoping to catch another glimpse of the smoldering hottie. Aware her odds of success decreased in direct ratio to the rogue’s hunk factor, she optimistically searched for her dream man anyway.

Why not try for the best?

But, her screening of the bodies crowding the bar confirmed the bad news, no loose hunky pirate. Everyone seemed paired off already. No one’s fault but hers for letting Smiley’s intimidation keep her from playing Treasure Hunt game earlier. Her rumbling stomach reminded her she missed out on the crab feed too.

A rapidly moving waitress disappeared into the crowd with a full tray of gaily-colored cocktails with lime wedges, cherries, and miniature umbrellas. The pretty drinks made Zara thirsty as well as hungry.

“What’s your pleasure, Miss?” the bartender asked with a friendly smile.

“What kind of drinks were in those hurricane glasses over there?” She waved toward the decorated cocktails.

“Those are Caribbean Cruises, Miss. They’re very popular with the ladies.”

Zara hesitated for a bare second. “I’ll have one of those, please.”

“Do you want to run a tab? Or–.”

While she was considering her options, the smoldering hottie she noticed earlier wedged in next to her, claiming a previously nonexistent space. Then he gave her a thorough going over from her well-groomed hair to her cute sandals.

Apparently, she’d passed inspection because he tipped his head toward her in a brief nod of approval.

“Add it to my bill and bring us a plate of coconut shrimp too, and another Long John Silver, thanks, pal.” The intriguing pirate placed his order with an engagingly crooked grin.

“Thank you,” she said, swiveling toward her benefactor.

A seductive pair of dark eyes met hers, making the lively bar scene fade into oblivion.

This close, the man intoxicated her senses. He was so near a faint trace of bleach from his shirt mingled with scents of sandalwood and clean man. The heat emanating from all those hard muscles warmed her skin.

She tried to swallow, but found her mouth suddenly too dry.

The bartender placed her pastel drink neatly in front of her and she leaned in for a fortifying sip.

Casually, she checked out the hunk through lowered lashes. Like Smiley, the man with the sinful voice was dressed as a pirate. But on him, the costume worked. Her smile spread a little wider with relief as she realized the costume meant he had to work for the cruise line. Maybe, he was one of the cooks, since she was positive she hadn’t seen him on deck. She would have remembered.

A good head taller than her lanky five eight frame, and much broader, he made her feel positively dainty–a novel but pleasing experience. His open-necked white shirt framed a nicely rippled chest with a good sprinkling of curling black hair. Well-worn pants disappeared into supple leather boots. His waist was bound by a faded red silk wrap, complete with a wickedly authentic looking knife, tucked into the fabric. Dark curls swirled to his shoulders, providing the perfect frame for heartbreaker-eyes and the devil’s own mouth. At least one day’s growth of beard darkened his jaw. A rap-star sized diamond winked from his left ear.

“Razor Brinks,” he said, holding out a hand.

She accepted the offer to shake, darn near forgetting who she was as his warm grip engulfed her.

“Zara Sterling,” she managed to say her name. Then, because her tongue was faster than her brain, she asked. “What kind of name is Razor Brinks?”

“Mine, Sweetheart,” he drawled, taking her hand and brushing a thrilling kiss across her knuckles, and then rubbing the spot that continued tingling long after his mouth had departed.

Read more from Evanne Lorraine at her website

Pirate Rules is available from New Concepts Publishing and Amazon and Fictionwise

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