I’m pleased to welcome debut author Bella J. today. I remember launching my debut romance and it was such an exciting time. I know Bella will be soaking it all up over the next few weeks. She’s written a fun post about what men could learn from romance novels, so please read on and make sure to give her a like!
Thank you so much for having me, Rosanna—and please allow me a quick two seconds to just blow some well-deserved smoke up your…
As I’ve said before, without all your help and guidance I would be running around like a headless chicken doing everything and nothing at once. You are an angel, and such a talented writer—I wish you all the success in the world.
(Rosanna pops in, blushing *Thank you, Bella! Same to you.*)
Now, I’d like to share with you a conversation my husband and I had some time ago. It all started one night when hubby walked into the bedroom and saw me drooling all over my tablet while I read one of my favorite novels, Gabriel’s Inferno by Sylvain Reynard. Now of course I had to give him an explanation as to why exactly I looked like a slobbering dog—and that instigated a discussion on the following topic:
Are all these erotic romance novels giving women unrealistic expectations of men, love and sex? I of course say, ‘hell no.’ Hubby on the other hand says, ‘yes…yes it does.’
Now let’s start with hubby dearest’ reasoning behind his big, fat YES. (And save mine—which of course is the best—for last)
According to him all these romance novels we so eagerly read—whether erotic, sweet or whatever—give women unrealistic expectations and then they all end up wanting a Christian Grey or a Gabriel Emerson. (I see nothing wrong with this, but anyway…let’s continue.) So once women put down these amazing love stories their realities are anything but what they had just read and this causes women to become unhappy and unsatisfied in their current relationships. And in turn this can make the lives of men a lot more complicated and difficult. After reading all these wonderful stories women actually expect more from men in the romance department, imagine that! How dare we?
Still, hubby’s opinion is that all this romance and sex we so love to read about make women feel unsatisfied with what they have and how it all goes down in real life. But I say… (And this is real important)
How can it be unrealistic of women to want some spicy romance and exciting sex lives? Yes, I do agree that wanting every man to be a Christian Grey or a Gabriel Emerson might be a little wishful thinking (although it would be freakin’ awesome), but wanting the romance and the seduction and the exciting kinky sex is not. In my opinion men could actually instead of frown upon romance and erotic novels, rather take the opportunity and learn from it.
Yes all you men out there—learn from it.
The majority of romance novels are written by women, so men basically have a gazillion manuals they can read to help them discover the answer to one of the most mind boggling questions ever-
What do women want?
When it comes (pardon the pun) to sex, romance, seduction—everything we want is written down in all the books we read, and also the books some of us write. You don’t have to be built like Channing Tatum (although it wouldn’t hurt), and you don’t have to be a fifty shades of fucked up sadistic man with a red room of pain like Christian, or be a tortured hero like Gabriel. But with a little seduction, confidence and some epic dirty talk real men could easily fill the roles of some of our favorite book boyfriends. (Throw in a wicked tattoo and it’s a done deal)
So, men, whip out those reading glasses, snuggle up next to your woman, open those books and start your research. I guarantee that a few novels later you would have a much better insight into the minds of women which could only mean amazingly satisfying things for you in the end.
Plus, all these fantastic reads get us women all hot and bothered and the men in our lives reap all the benefits—can I hear a whoop-whoop! (This point was proven later in die evening after we concluded our discussion *wink*)
Resplendent Ruin (Resplendence #1)
Juliette Mason had it all—the perfect job, the perfect home, the perfect fiancé. She lived the perfect life. Until everything started to slowly fall apart.
Daniel, her attractive and success-driven fiancé, was the love of her life. For years she wanted nothing more than to finally walk down the aisle, to be Mrs. Daniel Clarke. But as time went by, the cracks in their relationship started to come to the surface, and Juliette found herself in a place she never imagined she would be. It was a place where she started to question everything about her life and her dreams, a place where nothing about her life made sense anymore—a place where she found Knox Taylor.
Knox didn’t count on falling in love. In fact, Knox didn’t count on anything really. He was blissfully happy living a fast life of reckless behavior, impulsive decisions, and beautiful women. He lived the perfect life of a flourishing bachelor—but then she happened.
“Why are you in my room?”
Juliette yelped and jumped at the same time. She dropped the cuff which was still clutched in her hand, and the sound echoed through the room as it clashed against the bedpost.
“Oh my God,” she breathed, holding her hand against her chest. Her heart was beating a hundred miles an hour, and she could feel all the blood drain from her body, rushing to her burning cheeks.
“Why are you in my room?” His voice was right behind her now, and she swallowed hard. Not wanting to turn around and let him see the embarrassment on her face, she kept her back to him.
“I’m sorry,” she muttered and tried to scurry past him. But before she was able to make a getaway, he reached out and grabbed her wrist. A shockwave of extreme undiluted need shot up from his touch, through her spine, straight to her core. Holy crap, she couldn’t breathe.
His stare burned through her skin and her body felt like it was on fire. Startled by what she felt, she looked up at him.
His midnight hair was damp and unruly as ever, and his face slightly flushed.
There was no stopping her gaze from moving down.
“I, um…I…” She couldn’t think of a single thing to say, not one damn thing as she stared at his incredibly well-built, unbelievably toned chest with the faint dusting of black chest hair.
Down, down, down—like Alice in the rabbit hole—her attention went, until they reached the very prominent, very masculine V. Or what Lexi would call it, the “penis-pointer.”—Oh no, she didn’t? Did she just think about his…
Yes. Yes, she did.
“Up here, sweetheart,” he said, still clutching her wrist.
Her gaze shot up, another wave of embarrassment making its way to her already burning face. He had that damn arrogant grin he wore so well on his face. He knew the effect he had on her. He knew every dirty little thought that flashed through her mind during the last five seconds. Smug bastard!
She jerked her arm out of his hold and her skin instantly mourned the loss. “I just came to return your jacket.” It was a miracle that she didn’t stutter since she couldn’t form a single sentence in her head.
His arm dropped to his side and her eyes followed the movement. That’s when she noticed the white towel wrapped around his waist. For a split second the thought of what was behind that flimsy white towel made her thighs clench and her stomach tighten.
He cocked a brow. “And you needed to put it in my room?”
“Well,” she searched for words, or an explanation, or something, “I just wanted to make sure you got it back safely.” Well, I certainly aced that explanation.
He looked at her suspiciously, and then his eyes went dark. “Whatever. You can leave now.” He dismissed her.
Oh hell no!
She gave a step forward. “Do you think that women actually find this whole jackass approach of yours attractive?” she spat out.
“I don’t know, do you?”
Struggling—yet again—to think on her feet, she just stared at him, completely blank. Nice.
He gave a step toward her, traces of the darkness in his eyes she saw a second ago gone. What she could only interpret as a sexy-as-hell grin crossed his face, showing off his ridiculously distracting dimples.
I want to trace those dimples with my tongue… Stop!
All of a sudden the entire atmosphere between them changed from awkward, to angry, to—electrifying. Her skin tingled, and she was suddenly painfully aware that except for the flimsy towel wrapped around his waist, he was completely and utterly naked.
With somewhat furrowed brows and the corners of his mouth pulled back just enough for her to wonder if he was about to smile or frown, he slowly started toward her. With each step he took, she instinctively gave one step back. This was probably what trapped prey felt like being stalked by a wild, hungry predator. Adrenalin would pump through the prey’s veins as it prepared to run for its life or brace itself for impact. The only difference was that the adrenalin pumping through her veins was for an entirely different reason than wanting to escape her predator. In fact, she wanted to run to the predator.
Stupid, stupid prey!
She inhaled sharply when her back hit the wall. Her body started to shiver as he leaned into her. Heat burned through her skin while her heart beat wildly inside of her chest.
He placed his hands flush against the wall just above her shoulders and looked down at her, his eyes a frenzy of heat and seduction. Every inch of her body felt electrified, like it was leaning over the edge of unadulterated lust in search of ecstasy.
He cocked his head to the side and he stared at the soft, exposed skin of her neck. She was pretty sure he could have seen the vein pulsating to the rhythm of her heart. She felt completely intoxicated by the way he moved, the way he smelled, and the way it felt having him so close up against her. She closed her eyes and felt him slowly trace the edge of his nose up her neck, all along her jaw until she could feel his lips brush against her ear.
“Tell me, Jules,” he whispered, the words coated with sheer unmistakable allure.
“Tell you what?” she asked dazed. She could not remember what the hell they were talking about.
He focused all his attention on her lips while he kept his mouth mere inches from hers. It was complete agony having his lips so close to hers and not being able to feel it.
“Do you find my jackass approach attractive?”
His warm breath waved over her wet lips and an inferno of flames erupted inside of her, leaving her incapable of thinking about anything else than what his lips would feel like pressed firmly against hers.
Publisher: Liquid Silver Books
Book # 1
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Heat Level: 2
Content Notes: Spicy
Publication Date: 11/16/2015
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I live in the beautiful sunny city of Cape Town, South Africa with my hubby and two children.
My love for writing started in High School when I received my first writing assignment – which I flunked big time! But with that failure eventually came a consuming passion for writing.
Why Romance you ask?
The answer is simple – writing romance means I can have sexy, hot heroes occupy my mind most of the time without feeling guilty!
And now that I’ve managed to nab my first publishing contract, my husband encourages it – he even helps me build the characters. How awesome is that!
I love humor! I think humor and laughter is the answer to most problems in life.
Live, laugh, love, drink sparkling wine & don’t be afraid to act crazy every once in a while!
My favorite quote:
– Don’t let tomorrow’s worries steal today’s joy! –