Warning: Romance Authors, please don't take offence. What you do and do well is wonderful for your eager audience. This is my own experience and feelings.
When I first read Romance Novels, they were racy, sexy, and a woman could have more than one lover. Now they follow a strict formula, and are toned down, unless it's Erotica.
The man and woman must meet in the first few pages; they can't be apart during the story for large chunks of time; and there must be a HEA: happily Ever After.
I read several, but the formula wore me down. I wanted surprises, better historical details, in other words, I wanted straight Historical Fiction with Romantic Elements.
Finally, I decided to write a romance parody, using all the tropes, but making fun of them. The Heaving Breast, Bodice Ripper, but all presented as Tongue-in-Cheek.
I tried to parody all the tropes writers are supposed to avoid: The arranged marriage. The Alpha make who's a jerk, until our heroine tames him. He's in a position of power over her. He insults her (but in my story, she insults him right back). She's devastatingly gorgeous. He's handsome and brooding There's so many, the list could go on.
But I do give them a HEA.
Excerpt:
“How is your
sojourn in London, my lady? A sudden urge to travel, had you?” Griffin smiled
at the rising anger in her blue eyes.
“How dare you
follow me, sir. And drag me into bushes.” Miss Pencavel pulled away from him,
chin jutted out. “I told you my wishes in Cornwall. You have wasted your time
if you’re here to change my mind.”
“Truth is, I did
have business in town, so it’s not a total waste.” He rocked back on his heels,
arms now behind his back. His actions were irrational, and totally alien to his
usual demeanor. “You intrigue me, Miss Pencavel, such as a wasp might intrigue
one. You wonder how close you may hover before being stung.”
"You will feel my sting, sir; but nothing else of my person. I will buzz away from your distasteful reach." She slowly licked her ice cream spoon, her breasts heaving.
He laughed and enjoyed baiting her. This slip of a girl provoked him, and that was disconcerting.
Most females he understood as connivers or simpletons. Miss Pencavel appeared
to be neither. Her eyes shone with an innate intelligence. Why had he followed her into the garden—he had little
use for marriage? A wife like her would only get in his way.
He'd provoke her further.
“I've long wanted to ask, are you
like your mother, partial to servants and other low-lifes?”
“I might be
partial to whoever takes my fancy, a sailor, a groom, a particularly handsome
nightsoil man.” She scrutinized him closely. “I’ve heard you have sinister
inclinations, not that such things would bother me, being the free-thinking person
I am, but I’d rather not be troubled with you.” Yet the wanton glint in her eyes spurred him on.
The response I received in reviews shocked me. People were insulted. They left mean reviews on-line, even though in the blurb at the beginning I explained it's a parody, a farce, etc. Here was my
Author's Note:
all clichés, redundancies, startling
coincidences,
and anachronisms are presented here on
purpose.
Don't be offended, I want you to laugh.
To purchase this novel for farce and parody, and my other BWL books:
BWL or
Lady Pencavel
Find out more about me and my novels on my website:
Dianescottlewis
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Diane lives in Western Pennsylvania with her husband and one naughty puppy.
