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My Romance with Romance


My Romance with Romance

It feels strange for me to admit that I had only started reading romance novels about six months before I started writing my book. Of course I had read one or two, but I had always considered them to be super fluff, cheesy, consumable writing that didn’t have any real relevance. That was what my writing teachers had spent years training me to believe. The older I get the stronger my will becomes to do everything exactly the opposite of what I was taught to do when I was young. All of my teachers in childhood were wrong approximately ninety percent of the time…about everything.

Yes, a lot of romance novels are incredibly fluffy. Consider what most people are doing with their downtime anyhow. People spend their evenings watching “reality shows” about people who make duck whistles I think. Even though the typical romance novel isn’t a deeply intellectual piece of literature, it is still doing a lot more for me when I read it than I can possibly imagine the duck show doing…or the confusing, irrelevant, propaganda that proclaims to be “news.” Reading anything always enhances reading skills and understanding of language. Romance novelists are far from unintelligent; they are brilliant writers. I have yet to read a romance novel and not re-learn a word or two that I have not been using lately. When reading historical romance novels I learn quite a bit of history, I also pick up an understanding of quite a few different English dialects.

In addition to that stuff. Romances are typically heartwarming and emotional. They embrace the human condition and replay the most popular human story of boy meets girl. To be blunt, romance novels have done a hell of a lot for my sex life. This is my personal experience of course, but I have discussed it with quite a few women and all of the women that I have talked to about it agree. Reading sensual stories keeps the sensuality awake and alive in my mind. Whatever we focus on is typically what we pull into our lives. Therefore, if I am reading lots of books about hot sex then I am probably having it…wink, wink.

If you haven’t broken open a romance novel lately, I highly recommend that you do so, and not just because I am about to have one for sale myself. This isn’t only advice for women. I have found that men will blush about the fact that they read them, but they will honestly admit that they enjoy them like crazy. I would love for more male authors to start embracing the idea of writing in this genre. I can think of no better way in the world to spice up your own sex life than to read romance. If you want to be really brave, try reading spicy scenes out loud. It’s not easy, but it’s worth the challenge.

Here are a few of my favorite romance authors:

Robyn Carr writes a wonderful series about a utopic small town in northern California. I have read every book in the series at least twice: http://www.amazon.com/Virgin-River-Novel-Book-ebook/dp/B009NEIO6Q/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1382462781&sr=8-1&keywords=Robyn+Carr+Virgin+River

Maya Banks is my favorite, juiciest romance author. She writes in several different genres. Here is her book that released today. I can’t wait to read it. WARNING: this novel is very spicy:

Jeaniene Frost writes in the same genre that I do. Her series of paranormal romances is awesomely page turning. Her female heroine is balsy and beautiful:





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