Did you notice my book cover on the website? It’s for the first book in the desert heat series. There will be a larger version on the site under the heading Books. I’m getting used to the tiny picture first.
Ah, what the heck, here it is:
I told my editor that I think it’s kind of creepy, and I have to remind myself that duh, I do write romantic suspense, and there’s a dead body or two in my books. Being a very visual person I find I can write the ugly things but I can’t look at them…weird, huh? I suppose there is nothing sweet and cuddly about romantic suspense. Unless of course we’re talking about the sweet and cuddly romantic moments…there are not too many of those because, you know, there’s a murder to solve…a few steamy scenes though.
What? You didn’t think I’d write those? Even when your life is in danger, or you’re under suspicion, you can still find time for sex. Suspense means different things to different readers. I always imagined I wrote a softer romantic suspense, but when I look at my new cover I think, maybe not. What do you think?
Anyway, a few years ago, I wrote a book, Gone Tropical. It isn’t part of this desert heat series, it’s a single title. The setting is the Australian rainforest and some of my family came with me on that trip to have some fundo some research. We had so much fun in Cairns, Cooktown, Mungumby Lodge, and Brisbane. It was the most perfect setting for a romantic suspense story.
I visited a local police station in Cairns and nervously approached the officer to ask questions about Australian protocol. The officer asked what type of stories I wrote. I told him Romantic Suspense. He gave a smirk and a raised eyebrow worthy of any romantic fiction hero, and drawled, “We’ve got a lot of that around here.” He was right, too. Outside the station was a lovely beach. It was crowded with women in skimpy bikinis and guys creating all kinds of romantic suspense as they paraded up and down the sand displaying well-formed biceps and six-packs. Not the kind of suspense I was talking about. I needed the skinny on crime, drugs, and murders. Once he got beyond being charming, or his version of amusing, the officer had a grand time providing all kinds of useable information. I like to think he kept his buddies in suspense relaying the story to them while they had their coffee and donuts. I also think he described the romance author as being oh, thirty years younger. ; )
Now tell me what suspense means to you, a moment when you where suspenseful, romantic or otherwise.
***Christine Ashworth is the winner of last week’s contest. Yay! I will deliver Henry to you Christine, along with his luggage. Seven suitcases full of Stogies.