This is one I’m struggling with. Every genre has a stereo type that comes with it. Fantasy writers are mystical dreamers. Science Fiction authors are technical scientists with a flare for invention and foresight. While authors of children’s stories are warm, children-loving models, Non-Fiction authors are down to earth realists with street smarts. But as serious as we take Science Fiction authors, we hold no credibility for romance authors. Least of all authors who write erotica. In the author world, they’re laughable. A joke. With romance novels written, published, purchased, and sold more than any other genre out there, this genre is so recycled that it is common practice to read the market book and throw them away when finished. Romance authors are disposable, and god knows, 50 Shades of Grey did a lot to contribute to this stereo-type. Romance is simply not taken seriously.
So it is with serious apprehension that I even announce this project. I’m intelligent, sharp, confident… anyone who has read Tales of the Drui or Broken will tell you my mind is anything but “bubblegum” fun. I certainly have issues with voyeurism (I was publicly raped for years), which is almost a mandatory qualification for romance readers who aren’t afraid to embrace “their inner voyeur:” A term my girlfriend coined. She is a romance novel connoisseur… a leading authority on this genre.
But alas, this story just sits in my head and screams, “WRITE IT! WRITE IT!” And so… I cater to the muse that is and proceed with The Secrets of Mara Lane.
Blurb, details, all that jazz coming soon…