Not after my heart was broken from too many boys with winning smiles and dangerous glints in their eyes. Not after my best friend married at age 18 and then divorced a year later. Not even after I experienced rape first hand.
Nothing would shake my belief that HEA is real.
When I met my husband, he proved it to me. My white knight who drove a hard core Mustang. It was love at first sight.
My Fairy Tale come true.
But we all know life gets in the way of love. And that's why we dive into the romance novels. Not for the hard core body action, not for the sighs of delights, the handsome Scots in their kilts, the Tall Dark & Handsome stranger who rescues the damsel in distress. Nope. We read it because of the ups and downs our heroines go through, the conflicts, the stupid choices made throughout the story.
Don't get me wrong. All that other stuff is CRUCIAL to enjoying the story! We need the naked bodies, the titillating heart throbs, the love at first sight. But deep down, I think we like to read a story when someone else's life is WORSE than ours. When the choices THEY make end up making our choices look 'not so bad after all'.
We lose ourselves in these stories because they take us away from our lives. They give us our fairytale when we feel like Cinderella before the ball.
That's my thought at least. What do you think? Agree? Disagree? Why do you read romance novels?
Better yet - why do you write them?
Better yet - why do you write them?
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