Monday, August 08, 2011

HOW & WHY I GOT INTO THE ROMANCE GENRE by Stella Eromonsere-Ajanaku



In truth, my childhood love heroes are my parents. I saw my father openly shower affection on my mother all through my growing up years. I remember always wishing to find the kind of love they still share. This is the first time I’ve successfully traced the source of my unflinching love for romance genre. As a teenager, my past time was locking myself in my bedroom, lying on my unmade bed and travelling into the diverse world of make believe, artfully crafted by Mills & Boon authors.

I enjoy ‘travelling’ abroad with the characters. I love the conflicts and ways the heroine and hero waffle through it all and end up happy. I cry, laugh and picture myself in their shoes. I must have read several hundreds. And so, my love for all things romance took root and deepened. I have a natural flair and profound passion for writing. It was only a matter of time for my deep-seated love for romance, my fertile imagination, and my love for writing to coincide. I’ve always dreamed of being stranded on an Island with my gorgeous and unbelievably affectionate husband, churning out romance novels.

And my dream started to emerge as God intends, when I told a colleague in August 2008 that I’d love to get published. She stuck a reporter’s notebook in my hand and told me to write as I commute. I’m inspired to write as ideas and dialogue swirl around my head and the characters take hold of my heart.

In 2010, I created Flirty & Feisty Romance Novels. And I have five titles: LOITERING SHADOWS, STORMY DEFENSE, BEYOND the LADY & THE GARDENER’s ICE MAIDEN. The latest, SPARKLING DAWN was released this July. Writing and self-publishing as a whole has been an incredible experience.

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SPARKLING DAWN (EXCERPTS)


At once, Chloe felt the tiny, sleepy hair on her neck rising majestically as the tall, suavely dressed, irresistible, broad shouldered man stood up to make way for an award winner shuffling his way to the podium. He placed a pink, cashmere shawl on the shoulders of the petite woman seated beside him. The elfin brunette was preening herself like a courting rooster. Who could blame her? She was accompanying the best-looking man of the night.

‘It will be nice if you could at least pay me a tenth of the attention you’re dishing out to that total stranger seated at the front row.’ Michael snarled at his partner for the night.

Chloe was shaken out of her riveting reverie.

Her attempt at subtlety has fallen flat! ‘Michael, I’m sorry. I need to use the bathroom. I don’t feel well.’ Her stomach felt like it was falling apart anyway. A stinging storm has just kicked up in her near perfect life. And so, sitting still for this ceremony she’d wanted to avoid for months was proving challenging. Not waiting for his response, she got up hurriedly on unsteady legs. Grasping her purse, she made a beeline to the nearest powder room. Her exit was hasty, drawing several curious glances she was oblivious to.

As she shut the door behind her, her pulse rate skyrocketed, forcing her to clutch the hand wash for life support. Resting her head on the 3D, plain wall mirror, she counted up to thirty five to calm down. Taking in a large gulp of re-circulated air, she placed her black, sequined bag on the marble vanity top.

Warren Marcus Alexander…was here in London? How could he sit down there looking so cool, while she was a quivering wreck?


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‘Chloe!’ Warren’s explosive chant of her name made her feet tremble. For the umpteenth time in her life, she wished things could be normal between them. She wished she could tell him…

‘Come and join me.’

Her feet found their way to the extravagantly furnished bedroom. The Chateau Grand Louis bedroom collections were obviously original pieces. The slow melody filling the scented candle lit room provided the perfect setting for seduction. Her anxious feet grew deep roots by the door.

‘Come and dance with me.’ His invitation was irresistible. But she needed to remember that dancing with the enemy couldn’t feature in her still-to-be-fine-tuned revenge plan.

‘No, thank you. I thought you wanted us to talk, not lure me into your bed.’ The instant she uttered the words, the music stopped. Was the music Claridges remote controlled? His green eyes took on an unsettled glint, narrowing perceptibly. ‘Why are you being so antagonistic and cynical, Chloe?’

Keeping her distance, she walked into the room. ‘Perhaps, if you stick to a known plan, rather than deviating into an amorous agenda, I might be more amenable.’ Her statement was accompanied by a dramatic shrug of one bare shoulder.

His nostrils flared at the hint of her creamy, smooth cleavage. Boiling, red, body fluid rushed to his lower body, specifically into the part of him captured in his fly. ‘Come and sit down, and we’ll talk.’

For some reason, he couldn’t fathom, she didn’t trust him a single blink. Considering they had literarily grown up together and never had quibbles, he wondered where her wariness of him came from. Or was she this catty with every man? ‘Would your boyfriend frown at you talking with me in my bedroom?’


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BEYOND the LADY

REVIEWS:

THE GARDENER’s ICE MAIDEN:

http://www.bloglovin.com/m/2682959/244418335/fb
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/68220  


BEYOND the LADY:

http://myquietword.blogspot.com/2011/03/mqw-book review_14.html#links  


http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/66847  


http://freebookreviews.blogspot.com/2011/07/beyond-lady.html



AWARDS: THE GARDENER’s ICE MAIDEN: National Novel Writing Month(NaNoWrimo) 2010 Winning title.

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Where to Purchase Author’s E-Books


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STORMY DEFENSE
BEYOND the LADY
THE GARDENER's ICE MAIDEN
LOITERING SHADOWS
SPARKLING DAWN


Amazon.co.uk


LOITERING SHADOWS
STORMY DEFENSE 
BEYOND the LADY 
THE GARDENER’s ICE MAIDEN


Amazon.com


LOITERING SHADOWS 
STORMY DEFENSE 
BEYOND the LADY 
THE GARDENER’s ICE MAIDEN
SPARKLING DAWN


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LOITERING SHADOWS
STORMY DEFENSE
BEYOND the LADY
THE GARDENER’s ICE MAIDEN
SPARKLING DAWN

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