Years before I started writing romance, I was a voracious romance reader. It was that love of reading romances that eventually sparked the dream to write one of my own. To this day, my favorite way to relax is to curl up with a romance novel and get lost in the wonder of a fabulous story.
This got me thinking about all the reasons romance rocks (and hopefully reasons that people might be reading my books *g*) so I pulled together a fun top ten list…
Tawny’s Top Ten Reasons to Read Romance
- Happy Every After’s Rock
- Hellooooooo… Hunky Heroes
- We can see the world without leaving our reading-spot
- We can travel through time in the pages of a romance
- Did I mention hunky heroes?
- Living out a love story as we empathize with the heroine lets us explore the wonder of falling in love
- Romances have a message of hope, and they make us better people
- Strong heroines teach us to be strong ourselves
- We get to explore a plethora of job options, without having to be qualified for any of them
- And once again, the hunky heroes! Because it’s those sexy heroes, their enticing personalities and their many… um, shall we say talents that we love to read about in great detail
And speaking of talented heroes, here’s a peek into my latest release, A SEAL’s Surrender:
“Do you do these things just to keep me in practice?” Cade asked, grinning at his favorite perpetual-victim, her silky brown hair a dark curtain over a face he knew would be sliding into a sheepish smile.
Eden Gillespie always looked sheepish when she had to be rescued. Something, if he’d ever considered it, he’d have figured she’d outgrow. He eyed her legs, smooth and bare all the way to the top of her hot pink panties thanks to the way her dress was hanging. Her arms were wrapped around the tree limb and one foot dangled while the other was caught in a snarl of branches and leaves. Clearly he’d have figured wrong.
“Consider it my welcome home,” she muttered, blowing a puff of air so her hair cleared enough that he could see the resigned amusement in her big brown eyes.
That was one of the things that he’d always admired about Eden. She could laugh at herself. So many of the girls he’d grown up with, and the women he’d dated for that matter, took themselves and life way too seriously. They were so worried about controlling the impression they made, they didn’t let themselves just live.
Without thinking, his eyes shifted back to Eden’s legs. Long and sleek, they wrapped around that big, hard branch. He frowned at the scrapes and faint reddening of her tender flesh, for the first time ever, tempted to kiss away a boo-boo. All the way up to her panties. Practical cotton, he noted, his mouth going dry, but in a fun sassy color. Since she was face down on the branch, the curve of her butt was perfectly highlighted in that pink fabric. His fingers itched to touch, to see if her curves were as firm as they looked.
Whoa. Not cool, he lectured himself. Lusting after the sweet girl next door was walking an awfully close line to planning to settle down. Nothing wrong with it in the big picture, but in his personal rulebook? Totally out of the question.
“Want me to help you down?” he offered, wondering how many times now he’d had to hurry these rescues along thanks to a hit of inappropriate lust. Because he was pretty sure he’d been hauling her out of scrapes since his pre-teen days. But it’d only been since his rescue a couple years ago, when he’d seen her naked, that the sight of her made him instantly horny. He sighed with relief. There, now he was only a standard guy, not a weird pervert with a superman complex.
“I can do it,” she muttered, tugging her foot to try and loosen it from the branch. Her shoe, a cute little black strappy thing, was good and stuck. She sighed and slanted him a rueful look. “But maybe you could just unhook my shoe for me?”
Cade didn’t bother arguing. He reached up and pulled the twigs from her shoe. Then he wrapped both hands around her surprising narrow waist, easily lifting her from the overhead branch. Like doing a military press, he thought with a grin as he lowered her body toward the ground.
Except he hadn’t counted on her shocked reaction. She gasped, struggling a little as if wanting him to let her go. Since he wasn’t about to drop her three feet to the ground, he shifted. Her breasts skimmed his chin. He froze. Other than to gasp and grab onto his shoulders for support, so did she.
Cade had felt the same energy pounding through his body when he held a live grenade. Danger, excitement, all senses on full alert.
Wrong, his brain screamed. She was the sweet girl next door. The same girl he’d been rescuing for years. She wasn’t supposed to inspire this degree of lust. The kind that made him want to take her, right there against the tree. Regardless of the fact that they’d only said a dozen or so words to each other in years, or that her friend was over there, face pressed against the window of the wrecked car, watching.
It was neither of those things that had Cade ignoring the hot need in his belly, or his body’s demand that the taste her, touch more.
It was the flutter of Eden’s lashes. The way her pulse trembled in her throat. The tiny trembles of her fingers where they dug into his shoulders. He, and his prurient desires, were out of her league.
So, nope. Not giving in to the need.
But that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy himself up to that limit line.
How about you? Why do you read romance? Beside the hunky heroes, that is.
Tawny Weber has been writing sassy, sexy romances since her first Harlequin Blaze hit the shelves in 2007. A fan of Johnny Depp, cupcakes and color coordination, she spends a lot of her time shopping for cute shoes, scrapbooking and hanging out on Facebook.
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