Please join me in welcoming Melissa Fox to the Roses of Prose.
I love romance. I love to read,
write, and experience the whole gamut of emotion, from plummeting angst to
soaring highs. I enjoy talking about books I’ve read, the stories I write, and
escaping into those worlds even if only for an hour or two. I love sharing my
interest and enthusiasm and hearing others in return, so much, in fact, most
times the thought doesn’t occur to me others might not feel the same.
“Oh. You mean you write (insert
derogatory term).”
That reaction sets me back
every time, even though I’ve learned to tell people “I write romance” with a
bit more expectation of varying degrees of derisive or dismissiveness. I
remember an introduction by a close friend to a new acquaintance and being
asked the typical question in those situations, “What do you do?” followed by
“Oh, really? What do you write?”
“Romance,” I responded.
“Don’t tell her that,” hissed
my friend—who up to that point had never seemed anything other than supportive
of my work—with a sushy, hand-across-the-throat gesture.
I blinked at this response and
blurted, “Why? I’m not ashamed of what I do.”
My friend rolled her eyes, but
the new acquaintance responded with enthusiasm. “You shouldn’t be. That’s
great! Hey, have you ever read…”
And we spent the next hour or
so discussing our favorite romance authors and stories.
I hear a lot of “You write that trashy stuff,” and my typical
response is “Only if you consider falling in love trashy.” I mean, really.
People can judge only if they’ve never wanted to fall in love and experience
all the wonderful ways humans are capable of expressing that driving, basic
emotion. Yep. Even the sex part. And guess what, all you smirky, eye-rolling
males out there, a lot of women actually like
sex. I have some ideas as to why that seems to be so scary, even as it baffles
me, but that’s a topic for another day.
I’m sure all lovers of the
romance genre have come across The Reaction at some point, whether they are
readers, writers, or both. Let’s hear your stories and how you handle those
situations!
WRAITH ENCHANTED, Wraith series, Book #2:
Celia Brian is a witch—and that's not the worst of her problems.
She's been in love with spell-catching Wraith warrior Jonas Grey her entire
life. Sparring partner, friend, confidante—that's all she expects from Jonas.
Beautiful golden gods aren't meant for mere mortals, even if she does entertain
fantasies every once in a while.
After demons murder his wife, the only focus Jonas has is killing
his enemies. He lost his Amorta, his soul mate, and doesn't deserve to be
interested in another woman, especially not his good friend and boss's
daughter.
When Celia
unearths an ancient riddle that triggers a series of attempts on her life,
Jonas's protective instincts are roused. Bound by a prophecy that could grant
their deepest desires or take their lives, Jonas and Celia engage in the
age-old battle between good and evil, life and death, and male and female.
WRAITH ENCHANTED Excerpt:
“What do you do to me?” he murmured almost to himself
as he examined her face. Her blue eyes widened, unfocused, pupils blown. His
narrowed. “You’re not conventionally beautiful. You’re not what usually
attracts me, but I’m attracted anyway.”
“Great.” She struggled to steady her voice, but the breathless
sound made him want to eat her up. “That’s flattering.”
“I don’t mean to flatter. I mean to figure out what
it is you’re doing to me.”
“Doing to you?” Celia bit out in a dangerous tone, and
her eyes cleared from the thrall of their kiss. “You think I’m doing something
to you? I have to use my powers to make you want me?”
He bit back the snappish retort, the snarl brought out
by base emotions, and forced his voice to be calm. Even. Forced himself not to
grab and run, take and keep. He was going mad. “Who said I wanted you?”
She arched a brow in disbelief, and her gaze traveled
down his body to focus below his waist. He twitched and instinctively fought
back. It wasn’t in his nature
to be bested at anything.
“You
do have beautiful eyes.” They shot back to his and widened. He lowered his lids, smoldering her, moving his gaze to her mouth. “Such
pretty skin. So soft and smooth.
Touchable. Can I touch you, Celia?”
Her
mouth parted on a gasp, and he took it for permission. One finger traced along her cheek from the corner of her eye to her mouth.
“Lovely.
You’re blushing. Does my touch do that to
you? And your mouth.” He lowered his head a fraction of an inch. “So wide and soft.”
His
fingertip brushed her lower lip, and her breath hitched. “Made for kissing, isn’t it? Can I kiss you, Celia? Will you let me kiss your
pretty mouth?”
“Oh,” she breathed, eyelids fluttering. The enthrallment
was back. “Oh. Yes.”
Bio:
Melissa is an unrepentant writer of romantic stories. Her
debut paranormal romance, WRAITH
REDEEMED, is available from The Wild Rose Press. The second book in the
Wrath series, WRAITH
ENCHANTED, is scheduled for release for Kindle July 1, 2013, with print and
other eformats available October 2013. Come talk all things writing and reading
at Fight For Your Write blog, melissa-fox.com, Twitter, and Facebook.
