What exactly are humorously-ever-after romances?
I like to think of them as stories that will hopefully cancel out a craptastic day. Or month. Or a span when life is repeatedly kicking you in the tender spots.
Don't get me wrong. I value those books and movies that bring out the big-time wails during rough times. (A bag of Hershey kisses, a box of tissues, and bawling through the thirtieth viewing of Somewhere in Time? Oh yeah, definitely benefited from that combo.)
Some days, though, I need a different way to make it through life's assorted aggravations.
Many years ago, I had such an awful day at work that I couldn't shake off the anger and irritation once I left. I spent the whole commute plotting terrible things to the many recipients of my justifiable wrath. A glass of wine couldn't dislodge my ire. Chocolate knew better than to even try.
I decided to watch a silly movie a co-worker had lent me, because I knew I needed to return it before I misplaced it and had to buy a new copy for him. I had impossibly low expectations of this movie, and planned to grumble through it before returning it to my friend the next day with a shrug and "it was okaaay".
How could I hope to like a movie called Ace Ventura: Pet Detective? I don't remember many parts about it, but I do recall the opening sequence where Jim Carrey is playing a package delivery person. He does everything to that package that he should NOT be doing: kicking it, dropping it, you name it. It was over-the-top, but I started to chuckle. And then giggle.
When he placed the package inside the closing elevator doors, repeatedly? I lost it. I had to rewatch that sequence even though I couldn't catch my breath from laughing so hard the first time. After a few minutes I couldn't remember why I was out of sorts earlier.
That's what I'm hoping my books will do for you. They have no higher aspirations than to divert you from those irritating moments in your day. They're intended to make you laugh, and swoon, and fan your face during the smexy times. Love and laughter is a restorative everyone can use at one time or another.
Here's to humorously-ever-after romance!
Juliana, Lady Courtenay, is no stranger to scandal. Not after her late husband died in the bed of another man. Now that the mourning period for her unwanted marriage is over, she is impatient to celebrate her freedom—and what better way than with a love affair during the most festive time of year? Finally she can experience the excitement of spending the entire night with a man completely devoted to her pleasure. Except that when she asks Lord Misrule to be her very first lover, the rogue declines.
Lord Misrule is eager for a diversion that will banish the regrets that always resurface during the Christmas season. Yet he cannot accept the desirable widow's tempting offer. If he did, it would be impossible to adhere to his strict rules for affairs—no debutantes, no innocents, and no attachments—all of which are necessary to prevent future misfortune.
But when it seems Lady Courtenay will choose a less-than-honorable man to be her lover, Lord Misrule's chivalrous nature insists he charge to her rescue. He offers her a twelve-day affair, intent on providing her a fortnight of pleasure without causing her heart, or his, a lifetime of harm.
~~Previously published in the A Very Wicked Christmas anthology~~