Hate to Love You Romance Books

Lately, I’ve been thinking about romance tropes, in particular the hate to love you or refuse to let myself love you ones, pondering why I like them so much.

In fact, I wrote Siren’s Wave to satisfy my, possibly, not quite sane need to read about a guy who would rather break than accept his feelings.

Which is funny, because let’s face facts, in real life who would want to be the heroine in such a tale?  Imagine the pain of pining for a cold-hearted, confused boy who’s stumbling around saying and doing stupid things, fighting how he feels tooth and nail. I don’t imagine it would be much fun to be the girl who tames him. At least not until the happy-ever-after part happens.

I grew up in a rough area of Melbourne, surrounded by bad-boy alpha types who were often just a night’s revelry away from their next stint in jail. And then there were the rockers I worked with in the music industry–super confident, entitled, and always looking for their next conquests. It was such a joy to see these hard hearts melt in the hands of the right girl. Wait a second … I think it is pretty clear how my tastes in romance tropes were formed.

So, although the reality of loving an unwilling doofus is unappealing, I think I get so much pleasure in enemies-to-lovers reads because nothing beats love triumphing yet again over the cynical hearts of these boys who are all–feelings? what the hell are they? It’s so good!

I need to feed my addiction folks, so if you have any recommendations, please send them my way–comments–my email–or you could even try to telepathically communicate them if you’re shy … who knows, I might just receive your signal!

I’ll post a list of my favourite books starring such troubled and feckless lads down the track, but in the meantime, here’s a few tales that I’ve recently enjoyed. They don’t necessarily fit into the hate-to-love trope … they’re just great reads.

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Just One Day by Gayle Forman is an absolute treat for those who have a penchant for Shakespeare or who just love engaging, clever story telling and characters that you’ll root for all the way. The other books in the series are total delights, too. My fave is the second book. Which is yours? Click on the cover to read the blurb.

The Cruel Prince Holly Black

Holly Black’s The Cruel Prince is a gorgeous read and, although it’s more a fantasy than a romance, Prince Cardan (yes please!) and Jude certainly look like they could be shaping up to be a perfect example of the hate-to-love-you relationship that I enjoy so much. Yippee! This book is beautifully written, and every scene featuring the above-mentioned duo sparkles with a thrillingly perfect tension. It’s for young adults and up. I can’t wait for book two. Click on the cover to read more. Does it sound like your kind of thing?

A duke in shining armor Loretta Chase

So in Loretta Chase’s A Duke in Shining Armor it is rollicking fun to see the protagonists, forced into close and often hilarious proximity, grow to like each other. Ripley and Olympia are wonderful examples of people who are confused by and fighting their feelings. Hence why I’ve had extreme trouble putting this book down.

I’m three quarters of the way through it and have spent most of the time brimming with the warm fuzzies that I’ve come to associate with a top-notch ‘Loretta Chase ride’.  It’s like the Magnum ice cream of books. So much yumminess–the humour, the dialogue, and the requisite rakehell falling for a smart girl in spectacles. I’ll be praying that book two in the series is about Ashmont. He’s a guy I’d love to see fall at the feet of a girl. Painfully. His story could be awesome.

Now, where was I? Oh yes … frustrated Ripley is clodding about in a wheelchair, Olympia thinks all chance of happiness has passed her by, and Ashmont is being a wonderfully clueless dis-Grace.

Until next time X

SILVA – 3 Day Promo…

Yep, that’s right, the Siren’s Wave sequel is FREE for 3 days!

Two, three, four!

Rock star romance novel, Silva, is free on those exact days in December. Click the pic and start reading this very second.

P.S. book 1, Siren’s Wave, is currently $0.99!

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A boy & his guitar!

A boy and his babe…again…

Sorry, I just can’t help myself – too cute alert #2!

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I think that’s Christopher Mason and his lovely babe, looking like they belong in rock star romance book SILVA, the Siren’s Wave sequel.

Not Your Average Bee Keeper …

Well, my electricity is out for the day due to ‘maintenance’. No problem. I’ll simply sit here growling softly to myself, fiddling on my phone and running its battery down. I don’t mind the inconvenience and pain-in-the-butt timing. (I crossed my fingers when I typed that people). I had only planned to finish and whoosh Silva out later tonight to anyone still awake and keen to start reading it. But that’s okay. That’s fine.

Thankfully, I printed the whole thing out last night so at least I can do the last minute tweaks on paper – just as we did back in the dark ages.

And then wait for the power company to hook me back up …

So, what does one do when foiled? Look for distractions on the internet, of course. (Until their battery runs down). I found a nice one to share… Here’s a diverting bee keeper called Ton.

This has to be a Nima Benati shot as it has all her trademarks – stunning styling, composition and the coolest of colours. And Ton!

Now, time to stop whining and get back to work …

Silva – Rock Romance – Siren’s Wave Book 2

Going cross-eyed doing the last little bit of editing … Editing

Excerpt from SOUNDCHECK chapter – the Silva boys feeling the strain.

“You are a one syllable guy this afternoon,” said Zave. “Don’t sweat it. We won’t put it in tonight’s set. Problem solved.”

“But I want to try it on a crowd. See if it flys. It’s just hard to sing though. Hurts even.”

Nate kicked at his pedal board. “Shit the overdrive’s moving. Raff! I need a cable tie. Let’s hope no one likes it and then you’ll never ever have to do it live again.”

Bran sighed and dropped to the floor. He played a haunting riff that echoed out over the arena and made everyone stand still.

Nate laughed. “Purple Rain?”

Smirking, Bran sang the opening to Prince’s opus. The lines about not wanting to cause trouble. Or pain. When he got to the part about wanting to see them laughing, Nate used his boot to push him over.

“Listen, you lot might not have lives, but I’ve got places to go,” whined Ben. “Get up off the floor and finish this shit. And stop looking like such a sad little baby foal.”

“There’s no such thing as a baby foal.” Tuning his guitar to open G, Bran looked up and laughed. “It’s just foal.”

Ben looked around for backup. “Bullshit. Baby foals are a thing, aren’t they, Dave?”

“No,” boomed Silva’s manager from the front row seats. “They’re just foals.”

“Whatever.” Ben lifted his guitar over his head. “You’re so basic.”

Bran snorted. “You are.” Raising his eyebrows at Ben, he played the opening riff to ‘Dirt’.

“Jesus, speaking of babies. I’m not wasting anymore time on your stop-start diva crap.” Sneering, Ben put his bass on a stand. “I’m outta here. Bouncing big time.”

“Okay, sure. Could you do me a favour and go directly to a streetball court? Someone there might bounce you on your fucking head for us. And don’t forget about the TV thing at the hotel later. I’m not doing it by myself,” Bran yelled at Ben’s back.

Without turning, Ben gave him the finger and kept walking.

“Chill, man,” said Nate. “I can do that Beat interview with you if he doesn’t show.”

“I hate it when he says bounce. He sounds like a wanker. He’s worse than Zave these days.”

Zave thumped his kick drum. “Hey, I can hear you.”