Romance Tropes Uncovered
If I wasn’t writing romance novels, I’d have no idea what a trope was, never mind what the romance tropes are! 🧡
What the heck is a trope? It’s a familiar premise or component to the romance genre in this case, that is popular and central to the appeal of the novel.
My favorites: Fake Engagements and Marriages of Convenience.
Why? I love the pretense! Trying to pretend you don’t feel what you feel while playing the role that says you do is a delicious emotional irony that I can’t put down. It’s why I love regencies so much.
Why does the delicious irony of pretense speak to me so? That answer would probably require a PhD in Psychology to decipher, but who cares at this stage–I’ll run with it!
What’s Your Favorite Trope?
Here’s a list of possibilities. If you have one not listed, please feel free to add it in!
Secret Baby. Bad Boy Redeemed. Forbidden Love
Bad Girl Redeemed. Alpha Hero Comes to the Rescue
Fake Fiancee. Marriage of Convenience. Fish Out of Water.
Opposites Attract. Rich Boy, Poor Girl.
May-December Romance (older guy/young lady)
My current work in progress, Playing for the Money is a prime example of the Forbidden Love Trope. It also combines the Bad Boy redeemed Trope. How can you go wrong with that combo? Here’s the tag line:
What he needs is the money. What he wants is the coach’s daughter.
Playing for the Money will be released on February 15th. If you love sizzling sports romance, this one is for you!
Picture a high school chemistry class back in the 1960s, everyone is dressed formally for school and sitting attentively. Mr. Green is in front of the class in his white lab coat standing behind one of those lab counters with various beakers and dishes.
“Today’s lesson is on the properties of acids and bases. Here’s an acid, hydrochloric acid. See what happens to this apple sitting in this beaker when I pour some acid on it.”
There’s violent gurgling and smoke and the apple disintegrates.
Then the same thing happens to a second apple when he pours a base, lye, on it.
“Now,” he says, standing there with his protective goggles, “Let’s see what happens when we mix the hydrochloric acid and the lyme together.”
He mixes the two in a third beaker. Then he asks, “What properties do you think this mixture has? Will it disintegrate an apple?”
The class choruses a resounding “Yes!”
He says, “Let’s test your hypothesis about the corrosive nature of this mixture. But I’m not going to pour it on an apple.”
He lifts the beaker and says, “I’m going to drink it.”
THE CLASS SUCKS IN THEIR COLLECTIVE BREATHS WITH A BIG “Woah.”
Then they watch in HORROR, hands to their open mouths, eyes wide, as Mr. Green brings the beaker filled with a mixture of acid and lye,
AND HE DRINKS IT.
The class explodes with concern and anxiety, thinking he’s lost his mind, ready to run to the office to call an ambulance.
But Mr. Green, my mischievous father, after drinking some of the mixture, puts the beaker down, wipes his sleeve across his mouth and says,
There’s confusion and disbelief as the students watch him, seeing that he isn’t choking or falling to the floor and they’re like, “What?”
He says, “When you mix hydrochloric acid and lye together it makes salt water.”
And that, my friends, was one POWERFUL lesson on the effects of mixing chemicals and the benefit of knowing something about chemistry.
I confess, I am an audiobook-o-phile. I would walk around with headphones on listening to stories all day if it didn’t cause me to run into walls and/or telephone poles. When I was a kid, my mother used to tell me about how when she was a kid they listened to shows like The Adventures of Ozzie & Harriet and Dick Tracy on the radio. I used to think that compared to watching television, listening to the radio seemed lame. I actually felt sorry for my parents having to listen to The Adventures of Superman over the radio.
Boy, was I ever wrong.
Now I know how powerful listening to a story acted out can be. You’re forced to immerse yourself and picture the scenes in your head, creating your own intimate world connected only by the voices as you listen.
Face it, I’m hooked.
So naturally, I wanted to create an audiobook from one of my stories for the Christmas season. I’m working on producing the audio version of Let It Snow and auditioning narrators right now.
Here’s one of the front-runners. Let me know what you think!
Let It Snow – Chapter 1
This is the first audiobook I’ve done in a long while, but I did create a couple a while ago. If you’re into audiobooks and romantic suspense with loads of action, then you should try The Hot Shots available at Amazon.
Or if you’re partial to romantic comedy with a bit of action and suspense, try The Throwbacks, also available at Amazon.
Consider this my personal invitation to hook you on audio–if you’re not already gung-ho!
That’s right, get your health tips right here from Stephanie Queen! Myren, my chauffeur, notwithstanding*, I’ve made it my business to bone-up on the latest and greatest cures for old age. [*associating with difficult people is generally not a good idea, but I find that employing the curmudgeon is doing a good deed and helpful to my karma.] [Having good karma is another well-known tip for living long and prospering.] SQ’s Health Tip: Read a Book
According to a BlueZones.com article, “A recent study published in JAMA Psychiatry associated activities like reading books… with a lower risk of dementia in older adults.”
In fact, if you’re reading this post right now, you’re probably adding seconds, if not minutes to your brain’s life.
Now you may think I’m biased, being a writer of books and all, but JAMA Psychiatry is real. I had nothing to do with that study, honest to goodness pinky swear. The study was in China for Pete’s sake. You think I’d go to China to
bribe a researcher influence a study? I don’t even know Dr. Lee. [Myren is nodding in agreement. He says if I were going to bribe anyone, it would be right here in the U.S.A. because he wouldn’t in a million years drive me to China. He’s not that demented. Not yet–he doesn’t read enough books so the jury’s out on his future brain power.]
Dr. Lee’s article says: “Meaning: Active participation in intellectual activities, even in late life, might help prevent dementia in older adults.”
So now you’re probably going to quibble about the meaning of the meaning, like if reading one of my books actually qualifies as an intellectual activity. But I assure you, it takes some brain power and real cogitation to decipher all those words on a page–or the electronic screen of an reader. Some of the words I use have three or more syllables!
Even the title of my series, Beachcomber Investigations, is chock-full of multi-syllable words.
Oh, and there’s one other reason to read my books that will prove you’re a smart cookie.
Beachcomber Investigations 4 Book Set, normally $5.99 for 4 books and 2 bonus novellas, is now ON SALE FOR A LIMITED TIME for $.99!
Yes, you would be very smart to snatch that up right now and give your brain a pat on the back!
Let me know if you like the set–preferably in a review–but seriously, us writers love to hear from readers! [Otherwise, the only one I’d have to listen to is Myren! And we wouldn’t want that, would we?]
I love the Christmas season and wanted to write a special note to spread my cheer and appreciation and especially to share my
crazy merry traditions. Whatever your denomination or beliefs, this is truly a season for giving, generosity and good cheer.
If you were in the neighborhood, I’d invite you into my home because I have it all decked out for the season. I go all out with the “Deck the Halls” call to action. (I also don’t do too badly with being jolly and making merry either.)
In fact my halls are so decked that my house looks like a department store the day after Halloween. (Myren, my chauffeur, just rolled his eyes.) I’m also really into Christmas music, playing everything from Bing Crosby’s White Christmas to Tchaikovsky’s Nutcracker. It’s constantly playing in the background. (Myren is making a distasteful face right now.) I think the music helps set a festive mood.
Another of my traditions is to
go overboard do lots of cooking and baking. I have this special holiday party mix that’s to die for. You can get the recipe here. I bring it everywhere I go to share the calories tasty treat.
Who doesn’t watch
corny old Christmas movies like It’s a Wonderful Life with Jimmy Stewart and the original cartoon version of How The Grinch Stole Christmas?
What’s your favorite Christmas or Holiday movie? My kids love Home Alone, but my favorite newer (non-black & white) Christmas classic is The Santa Clause. Tim Allen cracks me up when he suddenly gets a big belly (I can relate to this–see the part above where I cook
too much a lot.)
And of course, no Christmas season would be complete without reading our favorite stories old and new. I read Twas the Night Before Christmas every Christmas Eve. The kids used to listen raptly. Now I make Myren listen while he rolls his eyes. Seriously, I love the book and everyone listens.
Please share your Christmas or Holiday traditions with me in the comments!
Merry Christmas, peace & love,
The back-to-school/back-to-work vibe at the end of the summer gives a sense of purpose to the air. The falling and dead leaves add their hallmark scent. Combined with the cool crispiness of the bright clear skies and you have the recipe for the most perfect air I’ve ever breathed.
I feel a need to spend as much time outside. Time to breath and soak in this environment, absorbing the vivid sensual experience and feel it stimulate and calm me at the same time.
In the spirit of making the most of the glorious weather, I went on a hike with my husband to The Flumes in Franconia Notch, New Hampshire. This is a singularly remarkable place. I went first when I was a child and remembered its awesomeness until decades later when I took my children. It’s one of those places I will return again and again for replenishment.
Someone had the https://www.cialissansordonnancefr24.com/cialis-pharmacie/ brilliant idea to build these walkways along the granite walls of the gorge created by the rushing water from the mountains. Walking through the gorge, hearing and feeling the rushing water, feeling the cool granite walls, seeing the stark landscape, fires up the happy neurons in my brain like nothing else. It’s like a supremely refreshing meditation, keeping me in the moment and feeling as alive as I’ve ever felt.
The two mile trek was invigorating, but not too challenging in spite of the rocks and the climb upwards and downhill pounding. A suitable challenge for most people unless you’re a super athlete or over eighty, IMHO.
Now I’m ready to take on the winter. Let it snow!