So today I’m jumping on a plane back to the other side of the world, husband, newly walking one year old and three new pairs of shoes tagging along. Wish me luck. I’ve been on what I like to call a ‘Grandchild socialisation tour’ and what has had the biggest impact, apart from the inlaws and hubby’s work commitments, has been the weather. It was supposed to be summer, but it turns out we came to England for the wettest summer in 100 years. Yep. 100 years. Awesome.
It got me thinking though about the weather in Contemporary Romance Novels. In my first Indulgence it’s pretty much sunny ALL the time. I mean, if you’re going on a cruise through the Pacific Island it would be rude not to have the sun out wouldn’t it? And other than the occasional tempestuous storm where Hero and Heroine are thrust together under an umbrella, or need to cower in a doorway, everything I’ve read lately has had a distinctly sunny weather pattern.
Are we Contemporary Romance readers simply fair-weather people do you think? In love with the sun, its warmth, its restorative qualities, or do we just enjoy the fact it enables our Heroes to take their shirts off liberally?
I guess for me sunshine is a prerequisite for my ideal day, and as my perfect contemporary romance fantasy is likely to include my ideal day, or a series of them, it makes sense that the sun is often out in Romance-land. I have to add that I’m only referring here to Contemporary Romance, the paranormal title I’m about to release has storms and rain a plenty.
But what do you think? Do you agree? Sure it might snow if it’s Christmas or hurl a sandstorm if a sheik is lurking, but mostly the outlook for Romance-land is fine. All day. No Wettest summer in 100 years. No conversations about what a shame it is that the weather is so terrible. No more tears from Mr. One because his pushchair rain-cover doesn’t fit and his feet are getting wet. Damn, booked the wrong trip didn’t I?
Thanks for stopping by
x Michele
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