When I say romance? Fabio? Usually shirtless Fabio with a heaving bosom woman looking like she’s passing out in his arms? (all too often)
Maybe roses, wine, sexy music?
My idea of romance is going to differ, as it does for most people. For some, romance is the roses, satin sheets, lacy underthings, etc. For some it’s taking the kids for the day, letting the mom relax, recharge, and come home to a quiet, clean house.
For a romance author like myself, (and I write gay fiction) romance to me is a slow buildup of a relationship where there’s understanding, friendship, attraction, etc. The love between two of my guys is punctuated by the roses, the dinners, music, and then the bedroom scene (usually last in my books).
So for me this is romance too:
Unfortunately, the covers follow the same perfect, chiseled man formula (80% of the time) which bothers me. I prefer my boys to be imperfect, flawed, overweight, skinny, hair issues, skin issues…you know..real!
This is why I’m studying graphic design so I can draw/create my own type of man who is really just a guy looking for his Mr. Right.
Most readers of my genre are a lot like me. We love to see a happy ending, and two guys falling in love. I’ve never read a Harlequin romance or anything with heaving bosoms…and never will.