I pause whenever I'm asked this question. If I know you read romance, I'll answer that I write humorous Regencies and contemporaries. For everyone else, I'll say I write romantic comedy.
But the more complete answer is this: I'm writing 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 truly value those books and movies that bring forth 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 therapeutic.)
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 got home. I spent the entire 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 movie a co-worker had lent me, before I misplaced it and had to buy a replacement copy. I had impossibly low expectations of this movie, and planned to grumble through it before returning it the next day with a shrug and a half-hearted thumbs up.
How could I hope to enjoy something called Ace Ventura: Pet Detective?
I don't remember much about it anymore, but I do recall the opening sequence where Jim Carrey is playing a delivery person. He gleefully 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 put the package inside the closing elevator doors, smashing and thrashing it repeatedly? I lost it. There might have been an unladlylike snort (or two). 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 so out of sorts earlier.
And that's what I'm hoping to do with my books.
I want to divert you, for a little while, from the irritating moments in your day. If my humorously-ever-after romances can make you laugh, and fan your face during the smexy times. . .
I'll be as giddy as a delivery person squishing parcels in an elevator.