Beachcomber Santa is book 2 in the Beachcomber Investigations series and it’s available now and on special new release pricing for $.99 until January 1st.
Looking around for some of the slowly growing number of men who read romance, I interviewed a few and found they are not necessarily the stereotypical sensitive types. Take Tom for instance. He races cars. In his spare time he unabashedly enjoys reading romance novels. “I guess my favorite would have to be Eve Berlin, who writes romantic adventures,” says Tom–on the darker side.
Some men admit they were drawn in by accident. Tom stumbled into reading romances by writing one first, then reading a whole lot of them after he joined a local romance writers group. “So it was a long way around kind of thing,” he says. Look for his book, Spanked Princess: The Pianist, written under his pen name Erika Moran. WARNING: Contains erotic material and not for the faint of heart!
On the other hand, RC Bonitz says when he read his first romance, it was no accident. Catch of the Day by Kristan Higgins was my first. Yes, I knew it was a romantic comedy and I loved it,” says Bonitz.
David has been a long time and much appreciated fan of mine and particularly enjoyed my contemporary sports romanc, Playing the Game. David said, “I really liked that the conclusion didn’t happen in 3 pages. It was a great finish to a very well written romantic suspense story, especially the suspense.”
If you’re the cynical sort, maybe you think the biggest reason men are drawn in to romance is all about the sex, but you would be surprised—and wrong. In an informal survey of men who read romance, they were asked: What it is that draws you to romance novels?
Here are the men’s Top 3 Reasons:
1. Happy Endings
As Tom A. says, “I don’t’ feel like investing a few days in something that will end badly. If I want any more depression I know where to find it.”
2. Emotionally moving
“I like stories that grab my emotions,” says RC Bonitz.
3. Relaxing Read
“I enjoy the relaxing read and fun situations–the story line is very important
romance is the ultimate reward for
a well written story,” says David Smith.
Do you know any men who read romance? Or better yet, do you know any men who you want to introduce to romance–especially this Christmas season?
Submit your entry by filling out the form below with your entry for the Treacherous CIA Handler Character Name Contest
Deadline: I need the name fast, so the deadline is December 31st!
Prize: $10 Amazon/iBooks/B&N Gift Card and The WINNER will be named in the acknowledgements!
My chauffeur Myren suggested that I’ve become too close to the characters in my latest book, Beachcomber Santa. It’s part of the Beachcomber Investigations series with five books so far, including the prequel, The Beachcombers, where the main characters are introduced.
Don’t tell him, but I think this is the one rare instance where Myren could be right. I find Dane Blaise particularly compelling. But anyone would (I think Myren is secretly jealous). Let’s have a chat with Dane Blaise and you can judge for yourself:
What do you think your greatest weakness is? Any deep dark secrets you want to share?
Let’s pretend this is an in-person interview and you can hear me laughing out loud, not at the question, but at the idea that you—or anyone would expect me to answer it. I’m not a sharer of my deep dark secrets. I don’t share much at all. Think of me as the guy who considers life a perpetual poker game. As for weakness, I don’t think about the possibility. I can’t afford to in my world. Weakness means death. Or that’s the way it used to be.
What do you wear when you go to sleep?
Now this is a question I can live with. I’ve had to sleep in all kinds of places usually in full battle gear—up until now. These days I’m sleeping in a bed, so I wear nothing. Preferably I have a woman to keep me warm, like Shana. But not Shana.
(For those of you who don’t know, Shana is the other main character in the Beachcomber Investigations series. Myren thought I should point this out. He’s reading over my shoulder and it’s very annoying and I might have to give him an elbow in a minute.) Back to Dane.
What is your most prized possession?
I don’t know if I’d call it prized exactly, but I’m very attached to my Glock. We’ve been through a lot together and I’m still alive thanks to my reliable old Glock.
I’m not inclined to think about her or share anything about my first love. I’ve put her out of my mind. If you really want to know something about that desolating chapter of my life, read The Beachcombers to find out.
What do you think are your strongest attributes?
This is a question I can answer, but only because the answers are obvious to anyone. Shana thinks I’m a legend. I’m not, but I am a crafty SOB with massive combat and survival skills and the nerves of a block of granite.
What is something no one knows about you? Why do you keep it a secret? And what would happen if everyone found out about it?
If you insist on uncovering deep dark secrets and personal details about me after my off-putting answers above, then you’ll have to read Beachcomber Baby. You might find out something about a past case in that book. As far as everyone finding out about it, it only matters to me what
one person in particular thinks these days. I find that troubling. That’s all I have to say.
What do you find most appealing in women?
Self-sufficiency and a willingness to let me be is appealing. I’m not fond of emotionally needy women, women who need to share. I want a woman to be willing with no strings. It goes without saying that she’s beautiful and intelligent, but I’m most attracted to a sense of humor. Too bad Shana comes with so many strings attached–she’s like a giant booby trap.
What turns you on?
A challenge. Of any kind. Call me macho, but it’s in my DNA. This is where I most often get into trouble with Shana. She is the Mt. Everest of challenges.
What turns you off?
Injustice. Evil. The strong taking advantage of the weak. It more than turns me off, it enrages me and calls me to action. Automatically. Without fail. Even when I’d rather not act. Even when I’m hurting and soul weary. I respond because it’s how I’m made.
What other profession would you like to try?
I’m doing the only thing I could imagine doing. I’m hardwired with a need to protect people, to right wrongs. I wish I could be a rock star, but I’d end up bored—or in trouble.
What is your most favorite memory?
The last Christmas with my father before he left—shipped out—and I never saw him again. He gave me a guitar. I still have it. In the attic. I don’t play it anymore.
Have you ever thought about getting a tattoo, what would it be and where?
What makes you think I don’t already have a tattoo? What and where it is remain a secret. For now.
It’s been swell chatting. See you on Martha’s Vineyard. If you run into trouble, look me up under Beachcomber Investigations.
(Myren would like to remind you to sign up for my newsletter so you’ll know when the next Dane Blaise novel, I mean Beachcomber Investigations series novel will be released. Sign up HERE.)
The MISSING SANTA now has a name!
But before I reveal the winning name and the winner, I must thank all the contestants for their outstanding and inventive entries! Well done all! I’m getting addicted to this tradition of having you help me name a character (sometimes two!).
I’m committed to running the contest for each and every book I write. Remember the prize is more than an Amazon Gift Card. Winning also includes acknowledgment in the front of the book and I include your character name in the story! So look for the next SQ Name That Character Contest to go with the next book coming soon. For now:
The WINNER is
The WINNING NAME is
Look out for Beachcomber Santa and the missing Rusty Gates – available for pre-order now and to be released on December 12th in time for Jingle Bell time.
I’m not the only one in love with football. Admit it. You love it too. (If not, you would hardly be reading this post.)
But Romantic? you ask. How quickly you forget your high school football-cheerleader cliches and from whence they came. Let me explain further.
Football players are heroes fighting for a cause. They’re larger than life and struggling toward a goal. They dress up in battle gear more than any other sport, making them look big and enhancing the male physique with massive shoulders, slim hips and big helmets. They become mythical in proportion. Their equipment and uniforms more than any other sport, make them look good–better and larger than the real life versions of themselves. (unlike the dumpy baseball, basketball and even hockey uniforms).
Certainly the geared up football player bears no resemblance to the typical male. But most men want to step in their shoes and wear that uniform and fight that struggle to exercise their base strengths and grit and win for the cause. Even if they are men in ordinary jobs.
Football is a game of great physical struggle. All the basic human strengths are required to win: physical strength, speed and grit. These things appeal to us viscerally and we respond instinctively. The game’s progress is incremental and so measured that it allows us to feel involved in the progress, to feel every foot and yard of ground gained, giving it drama. The physical grittiness of the game speaks to our base neanderthal selves, deep down where we have no control. Other sports, like soccer or hockey, are more chaotic with players flying all around too and froe in a tough to follow hodge-podge and sudden blasts into the goal. There is no struggle to follow. In football, we follow hard fought yards and goal line stands. The drama builds like the crescendo of a good save-the-world story.
It’s a standard romantic trope to wait back at the ranch–on the sidelines–to worry and watch the hero struggle to win, to save the day. It’s not the most modern or currently popular romantic trope, but it’s as old as human nature and speaks to something basic and deep in our souls. We experience the gains, the scores, the hits as we watch and wait. When player/heroes are hit, we feel their pain–without having to feel their pain. When they reach the end zone–the goal, we feel their thrill. The triumphant thrill calls to our feminine souls, and we want these heroes for our own.
Thus the popularity of football. Thus the romance of football.
What do you think of the drama and romance of football?