Category Archives: romance
He chews on his lip ring when he’s thinking.
I’ve started to see the difference between the tattoos he’s done himself
Versus his brothers’ practice art.
I love that all his tattoos have color.
He’s started using my blackberry and coconut shampoo.
He says it’s because he’s too lazy to buy more of his own
But I found his under the sink, hiding behind the cleaning supplies.
It makes me smile.
Top Ten Tuesday is a weekly meme created by The Broke and the Bookish. This week the theme is romance types and tropes.
I do read romances but I need them a particular way and I can’t define it. I just know from the first page whether or not we’ll work as a couple. If I’m cringing or grimacing at the first sentence then that romance is not for me. If it makes me laugh or intrigues me then, yes, I want a second date and possibly a long-term commitment after that.
One. “I’m looking for a mind at work.”
I normally don’t reference Hamilton when blogging but this quote seems so relevant in this moment. I want to know the writer put some thought (and heart!) into what they’re writing. I’m definitely not looking for a paint by numbers or mad lib to pass the time. I want my mind and heart to engage with the material. If the author didn’t put in the effort, it shows.
Two. I like historical romance, heavy on the historical.
Three. No Jane Austen knock-offs. They can be inspired by her, I have no problem with that. (Gail Carriger is clearly inspired by Jane Austen but she decidedly has her own unique style and voice.) If a writer doesn’t have their own style it’s obvious, like a bad cover of a great song. Jane Austen knock-offs are guaranteed to make me cringe.
Four. I like romantic comedies because they’ve got comedy.
Five. I like the cuter side of yaoi. That super-explicit stuff is not my jam and bread.
Six. I really like making fun of the romantic wackiness that is Fushigi Yugi.
Seven. My favorite fantasy series have romances I actively root for.
Eight. I tend to ignore descriptions of the leading men. In my head they look how I want them to look. (For instance, Lucivar is blonde in my head even though Anne Bishop keeps telling me he has long black hair.)
Nine. I don’t pick actors to represent the characters in the books I’m reading (but when I’m writing I will think of actors who should play my characters).
Ten. I’m not automatically turned-off by insta-love in books.
Young people fetchingly arranged.
The lovers are deliberately separated by the room, in different groupings, speaking of completely different things.
And then her sister begins to play.
Their first set is not together but they are able to touch briefly. They smile, unable to hide the brief thrill.