For anyone wandering in here that doesn't know ME, that might have linked through that Real Estate Agent in New Zealand or that Bicylce Shop in Holland, or that strange Russian website that loves me--I write FLUFF.
I am tired of the strict definition of "Romance" that it must have "conflict" and the "Happy Ending" which is so standardized it is called the HEA. Happy Ever After.
I write FLUFF. They fall in love, fall in bed, fight about stupid things, have babies, have tragedies, have fun, get scared, care about stuff. There is no category. I have even, thinking perhaps facetiously, or "kidding on the square", sent out queries where I say this is FLUFF with no moral lessons, hidden truths, just entertainment. You'll laugh. You'll cry. You'll pee a little. WTF. I NEED escapism, but I cannot get my mind around stuff that has no bearing at all on my life. I have to be able to identify with these people otherwise I do not give a flying fuck about them. I remember all the cute, funny, flattering, scary, sad, emotional, angry parts of my life. I don't necessarily want flashbacks, but maybe a little revisionist history, just for fun. I swear, I read about a person whose friend has a book on the store shelf and asks her what she thinks of it and she says now they don't speak cuz it was a bunch of disconnected scenarios and she couldn't think of anything good to say about it. Well, don't get your expectations up here. If you ever talked to me or listened to me, or heard about me, you know exactly what to expect, and if you never heard of me, you will know me as well as you know your sister or your wife or your husband or yourself when you read me.
Coming soon to a Kindle near you. Lots and lots of bang for your buck.