One of my all time favorite movies is Romancing the Stone. Not only is it a fun romance, full of action, adventure, mystery, danger, and humor, but it’s also about a novelist, something I always wanted to be 🙂
So when I sat down and decided to write a book of my own, I wanted something along those veins. I wanted a hero and heroine who didn’t trust each other despite the attraction they felt. A mystery at the heart of their relationship that had to be solved. Danger and intrigue was a must, along with an attraction that would drive them both to distraction.
There is nothing I love more in a romance than some sexually-charged verbal sparring and a hero and heroine who just can’t stay away from each other, even though they know they should 🙂 It’s even better when their circumstances are steeped in danger and mystery.
These are my favorite stories to read, and write. What do you love in your romances? What are some of your favorite books?
Here’s a little taste of my Victorian romance, To Trust a Thief.
“You won’t tell me?” Min asked.
He brought his gaze up to meet hers, speaking through clenched teeth. “I can’t tell you.”
“Yet you dare question whether or not I’m sharing everything with you.” The hypocrisy was a bitter sting on her tongue, but better that than hand everything to him and get nothing in return.
Bryant leaned in, his lips brushing across her jaw line. Min gasped, her heart pounding so hard she couldn’t breathe.
“Do you think you are the only one distracted here?” he whispered into her ear. “And do you think I believe for a moment you’ve told me everything?” His finger dipped into the neckline of her blouse and trailed along the locket’s chain.
Min jerked back, but he wouldn’t let go.
“The difference, my dear Minuette, is the more I tell you, the more danger I put you in. I’m trying to keep you safe.” He rubbed his cheek against hers. “Why are you hiding things from me?”
“Because I don’t trust you,” Min murmured.
“I don’t trust you either,” he whispered just before his lips met hers.
Bryant’s hands cupped her face. Min’s arms wound around his neck and he crushed her to him with a groan. Happiness and longing flowed through her. And something she very much feared was love. It frightened her.
She pushed it all away, unwilling to think of anything but the sensations his lips wrought. If this moment was all she’d have, she wanted to revel in every second. His mouth melted into hers and she pressed herself closer. She couldn’t breathe and she didn’t care. She would have very happily suffocated rather than come up for air.