I’ve been pretty spoiled since I started writing seriously. I’ve pretty much known that I’d find a home for my erotic romance. I could break loads of traditional romance rules but still be within the larger framework of romantica.
But when I was in Las Vegas this idea for a book came to me and this one isn’t really a romance at all. There’s no HEA in the traditional sense. She’s not going to end up engaged or married to either man she’s with in the book. The book is about her, first and foremost.
I do think the book has options in some of the new erotic lines (cause it’s erotic, no denying that). But I’m writing without a net and for the first time in a while. That’s at once exciting and really freaking terrifying. But it’s a good thing because this book had to be written. It’s riding me hard and insisting.
I’d get bored if I couldn’t be challenged and so I’m going to ride this out because I believe in this story and also the importance of stepping out of predefined boxes. We’ll see how I feel in six months, LOL.