The unfortunate persecution of the romance novel:
When I received the offer from Harper Collins for two of my books, I was so thrilled I practically started doing cartwheels across the floor – the feeling of acknowledgement was incredible. My family and friends were still unaware that I was making a serious attempt to break through as an author – I’d been reluctant to say anything before receiving the positive reinforcement this contract provided. Now was the time to let the cat out of the bag. Filled with excitement, yet nervous about how this sudden news might be received, I started spreading the word. The responses were very positive – at least until I named the genre. Romance? A few eyes glazed over with disinterest and one friend plainly asked, choking back a bark of laughter, “how many times did you use the words throbbing manhood?”
I started feeling as though I had to defend myself and my writing – as if it fit into a slot that wasn’t going to be taken seriously by most.