Guest Author, Karen Duvall- Romance or Romantic Elements: Is there a Difference?

How is a story with romantic elements different from a romance? A romance is focused on the love relationship between two people, with the plotting and story arc depending entirely on that relationship. It's the romantic conflict that prevents the hero and heroine from achieving their happily-every-after until the end of the book.

A story with romantic elements is about the hero or heroine's journey complicated by external forces that dictate the outcome. The love interest is secondary, but still important to the story.

Urban Fantasy typically falls in the camp of the novel with strong romantic elements. The main character's journey steals the show, but he or she will more than likely hook up with someone romantically along the way. Love relationships add heat and tension to just about any story and are a natural parallel for an action-filled plot. The romantic subplot also adds dimension to a character's arc. The character grows from their relationship and learns important lessons that impact their behavior. This may affect the story's outcome, and that's important.

Harlequin, my publisher, is best known for publishing romances, however the company also publishes women's fiction with strong romantic elements. The Harlequin Luna guidelines say: "LUNA Books delivers a compelling, female-focused fantasy with vivid characters, rich worlds, strong, sympathetic women and romantic subplots."

KNIGHT'S CURSE is about a young woman named Chalice, who's half-angel born with superhuman senses. She's bonded by a gargoyle's curse to ensure her loyalty to a group of greedy sorcerers that exploit her supernatural skills for stealing priceless magical artifacts. The story focuses on Chalice's dangerous quest for freedom, but her love interest, Aydin, plays a vital role in her growth and discovery. Their developing relationship carries over to the second book, DARKEST KNIGHT, which will be out in the spring of 2012.

Publisher's Weekly lists KNIGHT'S CURSE as one of its top ten romance picks for fall 2011. If you'd like a chance to win a signed copy, just leave me a comment and be sure to include your email address so I can contact you for your mailing address if you win. I regret that due to high postage costs I must restrict the winner's location to the continental United States.

Thanks for stopping by and I hope you'll drop by my blog (http://www.karenduvall.blogspot.com) and website (http://www.wix.com/jkduvall/knights-curse), and follow me on twitter (@KarenDuvall). I can always use more friends on facebook, too (http://www.facebook.com/karen.duvall2).

Excerpt:

My mood more numb than sad, I let the photo fall to my lap. "You can't save me, Aydin."

"I realize you're living your destiny, but that doesn't mean I can't help you through it," he said, his voice deep with meaning. "I think your mother would have wanted that, don't you?"

I passed my fingers over the face in the photograph, trying to sense her through the plastic, through the years that separated us. The photo was a cold and inanimate thing. It couldn't feel my longing or my loss.

"I'm here for you," Aydin said. "I'm no substitute for your mother, but I understand what you're feeling. I lost my own family many lifetimes ago."

Yet he'd taken a big risk to give me a gift of family that I could treasure always. No one had ever done anything so selfless for me. Not even the monks.

Aydin jiggled the bed to get my attention. When I looked up, I found him smiling with mischief in his eyes. "Want to see some magic?"

I shook my head, but inside a ghost of smile touched my heart.

"It will cheer you up. I promise."

"You said you're not a sorcerer."

"I'm not, but I've learned a few tricks over the centuries. I'll show you." He stood, strode to the door, and left.

"Nice vanishing act," I said to my mother's image. "But we've already seen that trick. At least this time he's not naked."

He returned minutes later, his hands cupped around something he seemed careful not to drop. He joined me on the bed and held out his open palm. A furry black caterpillar wiggled slowly over the sigil scarred into his skin.

"Cute." I petted the tiny creature. "But not very magical."

Aydin linked the fingers of both hands together and blew through an opening between his thumbs. Pale blue light glowed through cracks in the finger-cocoon he'd made for the bug. After one breath, he stopped.

I leaned back to create more distance between us. "What did you just do?"

"Magic." He pulled away his fingers and in place of the caterpillar sat a golden winged moth. "It's a Tiger Moth. Very common."

"But not at this time of year." I stared at the insect. "Your breath. It gives life?"

He shook his head. "Accelerates it. A bi-product of my immortality that I discovered by accident a few hundred years ago."

I blinked, my focus still on the moth. "So if you breathed on a puppy, it would turn it into a dog?"

He quirked an eyebrow. "I've never tried it, but I think it would take more than one breath. Puppies and caterpillars aren't exactly in the same league." He stood and stepped to the door to open it, releasing the moth out into the night.

"Magic doesn't have to be bad, Chalice." He dipped his chin toward the photo still in my lap. "If you and your mother aren't proof of good magic, I don't know what is."

I hugged my one and only family heirloom to my chest. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For this." I patted the picture. "And for the lesson in perspective." I stood from the bed and grabbed a couple of shopping bags off the floor. "Shall we go?"

Alexis: For a chance to win a signed copy of KNIGHT'S CURSE, be sure to leave a comment!

Disappointing Romance Novel?

Have you ever picked up a novel and been disappointed? All the hype and reviews led you to believe *this* was the best thing since sliced bread and yet, the moment you read the first paragraph, you knew it wasn’t? Sometimes, even our favorite authors have a story that just feels “off.”Fortunately for me, this hasn’t happened very often – only two or three times in the almost 40 years I’ve been an avid reader.

          
There were a few that had slow starts but once I got to the middle of the book, the story and pace picked up, leaving me satisfied at the end and glad I persevered. There have been a few that started well but kinda lost me somewhere afterward, but still, I read to the end. And there were one or two that started badly and stayed bad, but I kept reading, hoping the story would get better (they never did and I was left with the feeling that I had wasted my time).

I’ve only read one book that made me want to throw it at the wall, but perhaps it was me and the story just wasn’t what I was looking for at the time or perhaps, I had too much other stuff going on in my life that made it impossible for me to like that story.

           
Have you ever been disappointed in a romance novel? What was it about the story you didn’t like? Did it turn you off of that author? Or did you pick up his/her next release, hoping it was better than the last?

Happy Reading!

Marie

Guest Author Interview: Michelle Willingham

Alexis: Hi Michelle. Welcome to Happily Ever After Thoughts.  Thank you so much for coming.  I love your book covers!  I noticed that you have focused on the Celtic theme lately.  Any particular reason why?

Michelle: Years ago, I visited Ireland and was amazed by all of the castles and round towers.  I knew Scottish romances were popular, but I wondered why I hadn't seen as many Irish romances.  I wrote a series of six Irish medieval romances, followed by some Victorian books, and now I've finally made my way into Scotland.  It was fascinating to see the differences and similarities in the two Celtic countries, and who doesn't love a hot medieval warrior? :-)

Alexis:  I’m all for that! Speaking of a hot medieval warrior, you have a new romance being released this month. Can you tell us about Seduced by Her Highland Warrior?

Michelle:  Seduced by Her Highland Warrior is the second book in my MacKinloch Clan series.  It features the clan’s chief, Alex MacKinloch, who is fighting to rebuild his clan’s fortress after they survive a battle with the English during the Scottish Wars of Independence.  He’s estranged from his wife after they lost their infant son.  In grieving, they grew apart and though they love each other, they’ve become virtual strangers.  Laren found solace for her grief in making stained glass, and it’s a secret she’s kept from her husband.  Alex tried to remain strong and focus his efforts on keeping the clan together, and he’s never faced the grief over losing their child.  Together, they must work through the past to rebuild their childhood love.

Alexis: Wow, this sounds like an emotional ride already. I think it fascinating that your hero and heroine are already married in this romance. You also took this approach with Claimed by the Highland Warrior. Why did you decide to do this?

Michelle: It wasn't a conscious decision, really.  In Claimed, I wanted to do a reunion story after Bram and Nairna were separated during his imprisonment.  The characters of Laren and Alex came alive during that story, and it intrigued me that their marriage had started to deteriorate.  I thought it would be a unique romance to explore how a failing marriage could be saved.

Alexis: I think you are right. It is unique and intriguing. What kind of research did you have to do for these novels? Did you just have to travel to Scotland? :-)

Michelle:  I did travel to Scotland in June of 2010, and at that time I was nearly finished with Claimed  and was brainstorming Seduced.  When I visited the museum Edinburgh and later, the Victoria & Albert Museum in London, I saw many examples of 14^th century and 13^th century stained glass.  It was amazing how vibrant the colors were, and I took many photographs to inspire Laren's glass.  I also visited a glass-blowing studio, Art of Fire, in Maryland and the artists helped me to understand how glass was made from raw materials, and how Laren would have made her own glass.

Alexis: That’s what I call fun and education research. If that is the type of research you’ve done for most of your novels, I can see why you’ve enjoyed writing so many. You have about 20 romances published now, right? Which one has your favorite hero?

Michelle: I've published eleven full-length books (one is slated to release in June of next year), six novellas, a short time travel story, and an online read.  So almost twenty!  I have many favorite heroes, but I have a particular love of tormented men.  Kieran O'Brannon from Her Warrior Slave was a woodcarver, with a tortured past, and I had a particular fondness for him.  I also loved Trahern MacEgan of Surrender to an Irish Warrior who lost the woman he loved and was seeking vengeance.  Trahern is the only hero I've done who shaved his head, and the cover art for that book was breathtaking.

Alexis: You are right. Here's the link for readers who would like to check it out http://www.michellewillingham.com/books/surrender-to-an-irish-warrior/  Do you have any other romances in the works that we can look forward to?

Michelle: On September 1^st, my e-book novella “Craving the Highlander’s Touch” will release.  It’s connected to Seduced by Her Highland Warrior with two secondary characters (a wounded Highlander and an English lady) whom I felt deserved their own story. My next book, The Accidental Prince, is a sequel to The Accidental Princess and will be released in June 2012.  I was excited to finally give Karl his story, and I hope readers will enjoy the fairytale.  I'm also working on the third book in the MacKinloch series, and am halfway finished with Callum MacKinloch's story.  He's a particular challenge to write, because he lost the ability to speak.

Alexis: Oh wow. I love scarred heroes and Callum sounds absolutely riveting. 

Is there anything that you have to have when you sit down to write, like a photo of your family nearby, a cup of tea, lots of chocolate? :-)

Michelle: Soundtrack music is very much a part of my writing. I usually have an instrumental soundtrack that goes along with the story.  For Claimed by the Highland Warrior, it was The Tudors, Seasons 1 & 2.  For Seduced by Her Highland Warrior, I listened to more of The Tudors, only it was Season 3 this time.  I have no idea why those soundtracks helped me tap into Highlander mode, but for the third book in the trilogy, I'm listening to The Bourne Identity.  Now how's that for strange?

Alexis: Hmm, yes that is strange, but then again that’s part of what makes-up a great writer :-) Thank you so much for visiting Happily Ever After Thoughts. We like talking about romance novels here and learning about the wonderful authors who write them!

Michelle:  Thanks for having me!  I'd love to hear from readers about one of your all-time favorite romances.  My favorite is Morning Glory by LaVyrle Spencer.  And you?

Alexis: For a chance to win one of Michelle’s two books, Craving the Highlander's Touch or Seduced by the Highlander, be sure to leave a comment. For more information about Michelle’s many books go to http://www.michellewillingham.com/books/ And check out the excerpt below from Seduced by Her Highland Warrior.

Glen Arrin, Scotland

1305

     Soldiers gripped spears in their palms and rushed forward, their weapons aimed at his wife and daughters. 

     Blood dripped from a wound on his forearm, but Alex MacKinloch wouldn't stop running.  A primal roar resounded from his mouth as he lifted his sword and hacked his way toward the women.  His lungs burned as he fought, the battle haze clouding his awareness of reality.  In the distance, he saw his wife Laren's gleaming red hair, as she struggled through a water-filled ditch.  Her skirts weighed her down, and she held their youngest daughter in her arms.  She didn't see the dozens of soldiers approaching as she tried to evacuate the fortress.

     I have to reach them.  Or they'll die.

     It was a reality he didn't want to face, and the thought of his Laren falling beneath a soldier's blade was a horror he couldn't grasp.  His arm ached with a vicious pain, but he fought a path toward them.   The soldiers blocked his line of vision until all he could see was a swift storm of arrows. 

      A pulse thundered in his ears until he realized the arrows were coming from their younger brother Callum, who was guarding the women and children.  Flames erupted from the wooden keep that stood high above them, like a dying sentry. 

     The fortress was going to fall.  He ran as hard as he could and heard his kinsman Ross breathe, "Mary, Mother of God." 

     As Alex rushed forward, he heard the cracking of wood.

*                      *                      *

     "Callum, dive!" shouted a man's voice from behind her.

     Laren MacKinloch struggled through the forest, her skirts sodden with water as the keep surrendered to the flames and collapsed.   She stared through the trees, in shock at the sight of her home.

     Gone now. 

     And what of Alex, her husband?  "Take Mairin and Adaira," she begged Vanora, handing over her daughters.  "I'll join you in a few moments."

     "You can't go back," the older matron warned.  "This isn't over yet."

     "I won't leave the trees," Laren promised.  I just need to see him.  I need to know if he's safe.

     She didn't wait for Vanora's reply, but moved back to the forest's edge, holding on to a slender birch tree for balance.  Her breath frosted in the evening air as the cold settled around the glen. 

     And when English soldiers surrounded the men from both sides, she felt her heart branching into silent pieces of terror.  Oh, dear God, no.

     She couldn't hear what was happening, but the look of grim finality on Alex's face meant that the worst was near.  As she stared from her hiding place, the years seemed to fall back.  No longer was he a powerful chief . . . but instead, the man she'd once loved.  The fist of heartbreak caught her, and tears dampened her cheeks.  They'd grown so far apart over the past two years, and now she didn't know if she would see him alive again. 

     If she had one last moment with him, there were too many words to speak.  Too many things she'd locked away in her heart for far too long.

     Her palm pressed against the tree bark, and though Alex couldn't see her, she kept her gaze fixed upon him, as if she could memorize his face and hold it forever.

     A fiery pain blasted through her right side.  Laren's knees buckled beneath her, and she gasped in shock at the arrow embedded within her skin.

     The searing agony stunned her, and she could barely keep her senses about her.  Though it was a shallow wound, piercing the soft skin sideways, near her ribs, she'd not realized how close she was to the battle.

     She forced herself to snap off the feathered end, sliding the arrow free of the wound.  Blood poured from her side, and she pressed her dark cloak against the flow, fighting the dizziness.

     You have to go back to your girls, her mind warned.  She couldn't stay, no matter how much she feared for Alex's life.  One of them had to live, to take care of their daughters. 

     It wrenched her apart, having to choose between her husband and her children, but she forced herself to continue.  If the English gained the victory, they would come looking for the survivors.  Her daughters needed her, and she had to protect them.

     She struggled up to the top of the ridge.  Each step sent another wave of pain raging through her side, but she ignored the wound, hiding it beneath her dark cloak.  There would be time to tend it later. 

     When she reached the girls, her eldest daughter threw her arms around her waist, weeping.  At the ages of four and not quite two, Mairin and Adaira weren't old enough to understand what was happening.  Laren caught her breath, keeping Mairin's hands away from the injury while she spoke soft, reassuring words.

     "Where is Da?" her daughter demanded.  "Is he safe?"

     "I don't know."  Laren's throat tightened with fear, her eyes burning.  "But we have to wait here for him, away from the soldiers."

     "I'm afraid," her daughter sobbed.

     Laren brushed a kiss against Mairin's forehead.  So am I.

*                                  *                      *

     The earth trembled as dozens of horsemen surrounded their army on both sides.  Robert Fitzroy, the Baron of Harkirk, watched in fury as more of the Scots poured in, reinforced by the French.  His hand tightened upon the hilt of his sword, and he wanted nothing more than to bathe his weapon in their blood. 

The MacKinlochs were supposed to die this day.  Hadn't he burned their fortress to the ground, slaughtering their kinsmen?  He'd already planned to set up an outpost here, to secure more land for King Edward Plantagenet.  But he could see his victory fading away like smoke.

     "Pull back!" he ordered, and his soldiers obeyed.   Though it splintered his pride, he hadn't survived half a dozen battles by making foolish decisions that would endanger his neck. 

     As they retreated into the hills, Harkirk cast a backwards glance.  This wasn't over.  Not by half. He vowed that the next time he looked upon the face of a MacKinloch, it would be mounted upon a pike outside his gates.

*                                  *                      *

     It took a quarter of an hour to reach the ridge, and Alex helped his brother up to the top of the hill.  Nairna looked worried, for although they had survived with only minor injuries, traces of battle madness lurked within her husband's face.  But Alex felt certain that when they brought Bram home, his brother would make a full recovery.

     When they reached the clearing, the first glimpse of Laren sent a roaring breath of relief back through Alex's lungs.  The instinct pulled at him, to go to them.  He needed to hold his wife and breathe in the scent of her skin, touching her soft red hair.

     Laren started to take a step towards him, but she abruptly stopped, her face ashen.  Her hand pressed to her side, and then she turned her attention to their girls.  Their clansmen were watching, and at their sudden attention, she shrank back. 

     He couldn't understand why.  Aye, they'd grown apart over the past two years, but was it so much to ask that she show him a grain of affection?  That she could welcome him back into her arms?  The pain in her eyes bothered him, for he didn't understand it.  Wasn't she glad to see him alive? 

     Though Mairin and Adaira called out, Laren bent and spoke quietly, as if to prevent them from running to him.  Adaira clutched Laren's leg, burying her face in her mother's skirts.

A thousand moments passed by in a single second.  Pride froze out the aching emotions, and Alex stared back at his wife wishing she would meet him halfway.  But she turned her gaze to the ground, unable to face him.  

     Something was wrong.  She'd closed herself off from him, and he didn't know why.  His hand tightened on the door frame, and he forced himself to look after his brother Bram.  "Will you be all right with him?" Alex asked Nairna, who had helped her husband to sit upon their bed.

     "Aye."  She poured water into a basin and retrieved a cloth to tend Bram's wounds.  When she wrung out the cloth, she sent Alex a pointed look.  "Go to Laren.  She needs you."

     He left them alone, watching the way Nairna cared for her husband.  The deep love in her eyes and the answering look in her husband's face brought a surge of envy.  He wanted to be with Laren right now, to shatter the invisible wall between them.

     The thought became a thorn, digging deeper into his pride.   She was the woman he'd pledged to protect.  Years ago, she would have thrown herself into his arms, not caring what anyone else thought.  She'd have clung to him, whispering words of how she'd worried.

     But now, she kept her distance from him, almost as if they were strangers.

     His frustration strung tighter as he walked among the survivors, asking about their welfare.  During that time, not once had Laren moved towards him.  Her face was white, as though she were too timid to move.

Damn it all, he didn't care if she no longer wanted him.  They'd survived their brush with death, and right now, he wanted to hold her.  He needed her in his arms, whether or not she was too shy to answer the embrace.

     He crossed through the people, moving directly towards her.  Without voicing a single word, he pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly.  She let out a slight gasp, but her hands moved up to his shoulders, resting there.  He didn't speak, didn't reveal any of the thoughts coursing through his mind.  Adaira and Mairin each grabbed his legs, but right now, he needed Laren.

     Dimly, he was aware that she wasn't quite holding him in return.  Her hands were there, but there was no warmth, no answering embrace.  His heart numbed when he pulled back to look at her, his hands resting at her waist. 

     He'd mistakenly believed that if he made the first move, she would welcome him back.  That the past two years of distance wouldn't matter anymore, because they were alive.  But she didn't look at him, as if she were too shy to speak.

     He let his hands fall away, saying nothing.  The girls were chattering, asking him questions about when they could go home, where they would sleep, and he couldn't give them an answer.

   His kinsman Ross came near, and asked, "Do you want to bring your family to our home for the night?"  Since Ross's home was on the opposite side of the fortress, it had escaped the fires.

     Alex never took his eyes from Laren but agreed.  "Aye, if it's no trouble to you." 

     "Not at all.  Vanora will want to fuss over the wee ones, as she likes to do."  His gaze grew somber, staring at the smoke that rose from the valley below.  "And you'll be needing a place to stay until you can rebuild the keep."

     "I'll take the girls there now," Laren said quietly.  "If you think it's safe to return."  Her voice was shaky, but at his nod, she guided their daughters away from the crowds.  As they disappeared into the forest, Ross was saying something else to him, but Alex didn't hear a word of it. 

     His wife was behaving strangely, and he didn't know why.  Then his gaze fell down to his hands.  Blood stained his palms from where he'd held his wife. 

     Jesu.   It was Laren's blood.

Alexis: Don’t forget, for a chance to win one of Michelle’s two books, leave a comment :-).

Review: First Night by Debra Webb

Debra Webb writes a tale from her series, The Colby Agency.  Filled with a basket of conflicts, it’s a wonder that the crime under investigation could possibly be solved.

The Windy City, Chicago, sends more than a frozen breeze through Merri’s door as she works overtime as an investigator at the Colby Agency.  Merri, not able to hear, isn’t aware that a blood covered man, Brandon, shows up after hours to plead his innocence in the murder of his roommate, Kick, until he approaches her in her office. 

Brandon, a dyslexic, fears he is the main suspect. 

Merri and Brandon hide their disabilities and the chemistry building between them, yet work together to find out who knew Kick’s agenda as a journalist.  Kick previously researched an article to uncover the Crime Commission leader’s connection to the Mob.   

The story leads you on a trail with many dead-ends and complications.  Merri has no intentions of giving in to the real murderer, even if it may cost her own life.  Brandon won’t allow her to get in the line of fire as innocent bystanders find themselves.

Don’t miss out on whether the murderer is apprehended and how Merri and Brandon find that their disabilities are another barrier they can overcome.    

Dawn