Romance novels create a utopian relationship, critics often squawk. There aren’t any real men like this. Every reader or writer of the genre has heard the refrain in some way, shape or form and there’s a reason for that. It’s called sexism.
People often ask if there’s anything I would tell the younger-writer version of myself, any advice or information I wish I had known then, and the answer is a resounding yes. Start with one pen name.
In the case of this book, I learned a little about what not to do.
By today’s standard, if you claim something’s a name, well damn anyone who says otherwise. But at the turn of the 19th century, everyone was still being named for their great grandmothers and the current ruler.
If I were to explore one topic that ultimately ended up at the core of the story, it is this: Romance is a reflection of the world around it.
I sat down with Liz Crowe to chat writing, modern politics, personal piercings and her new release, Firebrew!
I cannot say I’ve ever read a romance novel where the heroine sat around twiddling her thumbs waiting for a two-dimensional character with no name, (looking you, Prince Charming... ) to give her a new life.