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ro·mance/rōˈmans/Noun:A feeling of excitement and mystery associated with love.
Verb:Court; woo: "the wealthy owner romanced her".
Synonyms:noun. novel - love affair verb. exaggerate
How do you define romance? What draws you to read it, or write it?
For me, when I think about romance, it makes me think of my husband. We're high school sweethearts. Yep, but don't worry, we aren't cliché in the least. We went through several years "off."
I'm gonna share the story of how I met my hubby, and then I'll share a memory from Emma and Dominic, the characters from Bella Notte.
Picture high school, only you're on a school bus. Yep, you're the cool kids in the back of the bus on your way to a trip to Catalina Island. You and your friends are chitchatting away about witchcraft and spells, the stuff that cool kids talk about. You look up and notice that there's a boy several seats in front of you in a trench coat who is "reading" a book. The only problem is that you are certain he isn't reading, but listening to you guys. You point it out to your friends. Your friend who is particularly in your face calls him on it. It brings him into your conversation. And there you go a future match made in heaven- okay, not all the time, but we're a good fit for each other. I have to embrass him, so I'm putting up a pick of him from one of the trips we took to Catalina in high school. Bwahaha! Yes, I really am that evil!
Verb:Court; woo: "the wealthy owner romanced her".
Synonyms:noun. novel - love affair verb. exaggerate
How do you define romance? What draws you to read it, or write it?
For me, when I think about romance, it makes me think of my husband. We're high school sweethearts. Yep, but don't worry, we aren't cliché in the least. We went through several years "off."
I'm gonna share the story of how I met my hubby, and then I'll share a memory from Emma and Dominic, the characters from Bella Notte.
Picture high school, only you're on a school bus. Yep, you're the cool kids in the back of the bus on your way to a trip to Catalina Island. You and your friends are chitchatting away about witchcraft and spells, the stuff that cool kids talk about. You look up and notice that there's a boy several seats in front of you in a trench coat who is "reading" a book. The only problem is that you are certain he isn't reading, but listening to you guys. You point it out to your friends. Your friend who is particularly in your face calls him on it. It brings him into your conversation. And there you go a future match made in heaven- okay, not all the time, but we're a good fit for each other. I have to embrass him, so I'm putting up a pick of him from one of the trips we took to Catalina in high school. Bwahaha! Yes, I really am that evil!
Now that you know a little more about me. ;0)
Find out a little more about Emma and Dominic. This is written in the POV of Emma, enjoy. FLASH FICTION:
Thinking back, I don't there was a time in my childhood that I don't remember Dom being a part of it. He was always there- until the day his family just left. One of my very first memory of him isn't of how we met, I don't think I can remember that far back. We were little kids, and it had just rained. My backyard was full of mud puddles. Grandpa had warned me not to go outside. My parents had to make another emergency business meeting. I didn't understand why there were so many business meetings at the time. I hated being locked in the house. All I wanted to do was go outside. Dominic came over for a playdate. My grandparents were sitting in the living room with his family. They dismissed us- talking about boring grown up things. We headed up to my room. The rain beat down on my window.
"Let's go up on the walk." Dom said with a grin.
"You know we aren't supposed to." I whined.
"Like you ever listen." He crossed his arms.
"Shut up." I shoved him. It made me so mad when he talked to me like that.
"Come on, Em, please." He asked while he looked up with big puppy dog eyes.
I bit my lip.
"Please, please, Em. I know we won't get in trouble." He went on.
There was something about his eyes and the confidence he always managed to have. To my little girl self, he was like a superhero.
"Fine." I caved.
"Yes!" He headed straight for the ladder.
We climbed up into the attic right above my room. The windows were all dark from the storm outside.
"Dom, I don't know about this." Somehow the bottom of my sweater had become very interesting.
"Come on, Em. We're already up here. You aren't a chicken are you?" He challenged me.
"No."
"Then come on." He headed for the French doors that led out to the widow's walk.
Water lashed across the window as the rain shifted directions.
"Dom! It's all wet out there." I squeaked.
"So, it's just rain." He was fearless.
As the door open, wind filled the room and water pelted him. He laughed in excitement. I stood back and shook my head.
"Come on! Here, take my hand." He held out his hand to me.
"Promise we won't get in trouble?" I gulped as I slipped my hand into his.
"Promise."
The walk was soaked and slippery. We clung to each other as we stepped out into the elements. I had no idea the world could feel so hostile. I tightened my grip on his hand, he squeezed back gently to let me know it was okay. We inched our way to the rail. I had no clue what the hell we were doing out there but it was exciting and so scary. Lightning cracked and we jumped. Dom slipped and we fell into a pile.
"Owie!" He shouted.
I quickly got off of him.
"Are you okay?" I watched as his eyes filled with tears.
"Yeah." He was holding his arm close to his chest.
"Not-uh! I'm gonna go get Grandpa!" I told him.
"Don't leave me out here, Em!" Fear seized his words.
I wrapped my arms around his body and helped him up. As soon as we were inside, I quickly closed the door behind us. I helped him sit down and looked at his arm. It was bleeding bad, and what I could only guess was a bone was sticking out at his elbow.
"Ew." I said.
"Emma!" He cried.
"Sorry. It's gross. You stay here. There's no way you can get down the ladder like that." I told him, and squared my shoulders- knowing I was about to get in a whole world of trouble.
"Don't leave me, Em." It was whisper.
I turned and saw the fear in his eyes. His beautiful eyes that were usually so brave and happy. My little heart skipped a beat.
"Just for a second, Dom. I'll be right back." I kissed his cheek and rushed to the ladder.
It was that moment when I knew that Dom and I were fated to travel our lives together. Just seeing him like that, vulnerable, it was one of the things that I fell in love with. We won't mention just how much trouble we both got into for the entire accident after things were handled. No, it was that moment, that made the difference.
Thanks for reading. If you'd like to learn more about Emma and Dominic, please check out the first in the Bella Vampires Series, Bella Notte. The sequel, Bella Vita, was just released August 8th!
Here's the blurb for it:
Vampires? Check. Werewolves? Check. Death prophecy to hang over your head? Double check. Seventeen year old Emma Hutchinson struggles to find her place in the world she has been born to as she tries to decide whether she should be with Michael, the boy she has been dreaming about since she was three or if she belongs with Dominic, her betrothed.
Find out a little more about Emma and Dominic. This is written in the POV of Emma, enjoy. FLASH FICTION:
Thinking back, I don't there was a time in my childhood that I don't remember Dom being a part of it. He was always there- until the day his family just left. One of my very first memory of him isn't of how we met, I don't think I can remember that far back. We were little kids, and it had just rained. My backyard was full of mud puddles. Grandpa had warned me not to go outside. My parents had to make another emergency business meeting. I didn't understand why there were so many business meetings at the time. I hated being locked in the house. All I wanted to do was go outside. Dominic came over for a playdate. My grandparents were sitting in the living room with his family. They dismissed us- talking about boring grown up things. We headed up to my room. The rain beat down on my window.
"Let's go up on the walk." Dom said with a grin.
"You know we aren't supposed to." I whined.
"Like you ever listen." He crossed his arms.
"Shut up." I shoved him. It made me so mad when he talked to me like that.
"Come on, Em, please." He asked while he looked up with big puppy dog eyes.
I bit my lip.
"Please, please, Em. I know we won't get in trouble." He went on.
There was something about his eyes and the confidence he always managed to have. To my little girl self, he was like a superhero.
"Fine." I caved.
"Yes!" He headed straight for the ladder.
We climbed up into the attic right above my room. The windows were all dark from the storm outside.
"Dom, I don't know about this." Somehow the bottom of my sweater had become very interesting.
"Come on, Em. We're already up here. You aren't a chicken are you?" He challenged me.
"No."
"Then come on." He headed for the French doors that led out to the widow's walk.
Water lashed across the window as the rain shifted directions.
"Dom! It's all wet out there." I squeaked.
"So, it's just rain." He was fearless.
As the door open, wind filled the room and water pelted him. He laughed in excitement. I stood back and shook my head.
"Come on! Here, take my hand." He held out his hand to me.
"Promise we won't get in trouble?" I gulped as I slipped my hand into his.
"Promise."
The walk was soaked and slippery. We clung to each other as we stepped out into the elements. I had no idea the world could feel so hostile. I tightened my grip on his hand, he squeezed back gently to let me know it was okay. We inched our way to the rail. I had no clue what the hell we were doing out there but it was exciting and so scary. Lightning cracked and we jumped. Dom slipped and we fell into a pile.
"Owie!" He shouted.
I quickly got off of him.
"Are you okay?" I watched as his eyes filled with tears.
"Yeah." He was holding his arm close to his chest.
"Not-uh! I'm gonna go get Grandpa!" I told him.
"Don't leave me out here, Em!" Fear seized his words.
I wrapped my arms around his body and helped him up. As soon as we were inside, I quickly closed the door behind us. I helped him sit down and looked at his arm. It was bleeding bad, and what I could only guess was a bone was sticking out at his elbow.
"Ew." I said.
"Emma!" He cried.
"Sorry. It's gross. You stay here. There's no way you can get down the ladder like that." I told him, and squared my shoulders- knowing I was about to get in a whole world of trouble.
"Don't leave me, Em." It was whisper.
I turned and saw the fear in his eyes. His beautiful eyes that were usually so brave and happy. My little heart skipped a beat.
"Just for a second, Dom. I'll be right back." I kissed his cheek and rushed to the ladder.
It was that moment when I knew that Dom and I were fated to travel our lives together. Just seeing him like that, vulnerable, it was one of the things that I fell in love with. We won't mention just how much trouble we both got into for the entire accident after things were handled. No, it was that moment, that made the difference.
Thanks for reading. If you'd like to learn more about Emma and Dominic, please check out the first in the Bella Vampires Series, Bella Notte. The sequel, Bella Vita, was just released August 8th!
Here's the blurb for it:
Vampires? Check. Werewolves? Check. Death prophecy to hang over your head? Double check. Seventeen year old Emma Hutchinson struggles to find her place in the world she has been born to as she tries to decide whether she should be with Michael, the boy she has been dreaming about since she was three or if she belongs with Dominic, her betrothed.
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Blurb:
Kat Purrowells is an occult anthropologist. She thought she would be teaching what she knew at a local college, instead she was roped into working for a secretive government agency, P.N.I., Paranormal Investigations. There are murders in the San Fernando Valley of Southern California, Kat has been sent in to try and help catch these supernatural killers, but will the cost be her life?
Blurb:
Kat Purrowells is an occult anthropologist. She thought she would be teaching what she knew at a local college, instead she was roped into working for a secretive government agency, P.N.I., Paranormal Investigations. There are murders in the San Fernando Valley of Southern California, Kat has been sent in to try and help catch these supernatural killers, but will the cost be her life?
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