I’ve always loved Romance novels. I grew up reading Nora Roberts, Danielle Steele, and Jackie Collins. I’m a romantic at heart, always have been and always will be. Then one day I was introduced to the sci-fi, horror, paranormal genre, and I became obsessed. So my reading tastes have moved towards Kelley Armstrong, Jeanine Frost, and J.R. Ward. They all have romantic relationships that appeal to me, but my love for the supernatural is intertwined. It’s the best of both worlds!
When I started writing, many, many years ago, I began with a Jackie Collins type novel, a love story with a lot of grit and dirt to make it really interesting. I still love that novel, and have grand plans on finishing it someday. But for now, I’m concentrating on the Paranormal. I have had a couple of really interesting ideas, and wanted to work on them while the genre is still popular.
My first paranormal story wasn’t a romance at all. It was a vampire story with a twist. But even from the beginning it lacked something very important. I was never able to put my finger on it until this past weekend. While I was cleaning the kitchen it came to me. It was lacking the one thing I have always loved in everything I read.
It needed love. It needed a relationship torn apart, and built back up. It needed angst. It needed sex!
I’m totally consumed with writing “Darkest Reunion” right now, so reworking a completed novel will have to wait until this is done, but I can honestly say I am very excited to start.
All I can say is thank god for notebooks otherwise my brain would be so full of story ideas just waiting to be explored that I might forget to feed my kids.