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mermaidsirennikita · 6 months
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in every romance writer is a core story and in every romance writer born between 1994-1998 a significant part of that core story is Anastasia and Dimitri from Anastasia (1997)
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sarahmaclean · 10 months
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This one is for the writers!
Before Romance Writers of America ... imploded, I think, is the right way of describing it? I gave my Mastering the Art of Great Conflict workshop almost every year at the national conference. Since the pandemic, I haven't given it in person, but last year, I gave it online, as part of a week-long discussion of how to plot, structure, and write conflict -- internal and external!
It was a big success, and people seemed to find it really interesting, so I'm doing it again next month!
The class will run the week of August 6, 2023 and include:
A live two-hour presentation on building and maintaining strong, believable conflict in storytelling (live, August 6 at 2pm et, recording available for 30 days),
A participant-only live panel of bestselling authors Amanda Cinelli, Adriana Herrera and Joanna Shupe, discussing the ways they build conflict in their books. Participants will be able to submit questions to the panel as part of the course (live, August 9, 7pm et, recording available for 30 days),
An optional discussion board where participants can ask me in-depth questions and discuss the content of the class. The boards will remain up after the class is complete for 30 days, so participants can engage as a writing community, and
A reading and resource list including all books and materials referenced in the workshop, provided by email and in the Discord community after the course.
Space is limited to 100 participants. To learn more and register, please visit my website!
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bloseroseone · 2 months
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Romance Novel complete publishing guide in 2024
The world of romance literature is a vast and captivating realm, and if you’ve penned a love story that you’re eager to share with the world, 2024 offers numerous opportunities in the publishing landscape. In this guide, we’ll explore the step-by-step process to publish a romance novel, covering everything from crafting a compelling manuscript to marketing your book effectively Read more
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manincaffeine · 3 months
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when the teasing goes from cute and innocent to ‘oh that turned you on, didn’t it?’
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catfayssoux · 1 month
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morbid-romance · 5 months
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sweetarethediscords · 29 days
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It’s Slow Burn. It’s tedious trust turning into certain loyalty.
It’s deals made in desperation becoming unbreakable bonds.
It’s noticing, focusing, the subtle shift of light in their eyes, the shifting wrinkles that show in different smiles.
It’s bearing the sting to taste fleeting sweetness.
It’s careful words and cautious actions despite the ticking clock.
It’s holding back a hand to save their suffering.
It’s watching as the pain works its way through their bones.
It’s knowing that the smile you wish to give them, the kind words, would only lead to anguish.
It’s finding other ways to love them.
It’s endlessly searching for ways to relieve their agony and give them the adoration they deserve.
May it take days, or months, or decades. You’ll keep your devotion in a bottomless jar hoping someday they will drink from it, greedily, happily, sore throat eased from your efforts.
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celestialwrites · 3 months
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fluffy romance dialogue prompts ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚
@celestialwrites for more!
♡ “please stop before i fall in love with you!”
♡ “you are my home too, you know?”
♡ “stop being so pretty, it hurts.”
♡ “you need help.” “no, i need you.”
♡ “what’s your problem?” “you, apparently.”
♡ “you are beautiful, my jaw was on the floor the first time i saw you, just thought you should know that.”
♡ “the guy looks at you like you hold the galaxy in the palm of your hand and you think he doesn’t love you?”
♡ “i am yours just as much as you are mine.”
♡ “you want me to shout from the rooftops? because damn it, (nickname) i will.”
♡ “do you like me?” “something like that..”
♡ “ah, so you’re like my book boyfriend now, huh?” “what on earth is a book boyfriend?”
♡ “i’m not going to sit here and pretend like you don’t own my heart, like i haven’t been yours since the moment i saw you.”
♡ “you and me?” “always.”
♡ “i can’t stand you.” “weird way to propose but the answer is yes.”
♡ “read to me.” [how to make a bookworm fall in love with you 101]
♡ “i don’t deserve you.” “yes, you do.”
♡ “i know you better than you know yourself.”
REBLOG TO SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL WRITERS!!
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nakajimeow · 10 months
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my fave romance prompts
back hugs
forehead to forehead
never yells
KISSING IN THE RAIN
neck kisses
kisses ur scars
*holds your waist all the time*
LOTS OF SEXUAL TENSION
waking up to them cooking breakfast for you
"my love"
would take a bullet/arrow for you (will voluntarily use their body as shield)
trains you hand to hand combat/self defense
eye contact w/ sexual tension
takes you to their favorite secret place/spot (and they have never shown it to anyone before aside from u)
*towers over u*
borrowing their clothes !!
sexual tension to the point where u see their hormones coming out
plays with ur hair / massages ur head until u fall asleep
kissing ur hand
them being the one to put on the necklace they gave u
leans in for a small kiss, pulls away, and then turning into a full blown make out session
*will carry you if you're injured*
SHARING ONE BED
subtle touches w/ sexual tension
comforts you with your night terrors/nightmares
takes care of u if have fever/sickness
confesses their love while you're asleep
"let's fix this"
did i mention sexual tension?
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dark69wolf · 3 months
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orikiys · 1 year
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Protective prompts:
“Get behind me.”
“Hold my hand, okay? It’s gonna be over soon.”
“Close your eyes for me love.”
“When I say run, I need you to do as I say without looking back and don’t wait for me.”
“It’s all going to okay, they would never hurt you again.”
“I swear to you, that as long as I’m alive I won’t let a single soul ever harm you.”
“Listen to me.  . . take deep breaths, yes follow my breathing just like that. There’s no need to panic, I’m right here now, aren’t I? You’re safe.”
“When you love something, you protect it with your entire life at stake, and right now, my guts tell me to do the same.”
“I’ll be back very soon, but don’t come out. Stay there hidden until I come back and try not to make a noise, hmm?” *forehead kisses being a must here*
“I’m so so sorry! I wish I would’ve never left you alone! If I knew this would happen, I would never leave you alone.”
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mermaidsirennikita · 2 months
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you know, not being able to leave my apartment really has helped me write the end of this book, so thanks to whoever ripped the ignition out of my car while trying to steal it!!!
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cuubism · 2 months
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i went to physical therapy for my stupid broken arm so as is my legal obligation i HAD to make ship content about it. everything is ship content that's how it is
cw injury, referenced abusive relationships
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Hob's had plenty of clients come to physical therapy who clearly don't want to be there. Plenty of others who are reasonably frustrated by the work and time involved in regaining functioning after an injury. But this is the first time he's just had someone be... quiet. Resigned.
Dream sits with his hand cradled to his chest, barely speaking, only answering when Hob asks a direct question. He's reluctant to give Hob his hand when Hob asks if he can look at it, like he thinks Hob's grip is a bear trap that will snap down and crush the bones like whatever had done so the first time. Hob still doesn't know what that was. All he knows is the bones have been realigned and healed over but the dexterity in his hand still isn't right. That was what Dream had said, in the first spark of passion Hob had heard from him. It's not right.
But he does eventually give his hand over. His bones are so fine and delicate, and each movement hesitant. Cautious. Hob tests the flexibility. The strength. Dream is right, it's not where it should be. He still doesn't know what happened.
"I won't make you tell me if you really don't want to," Hob says gently. "But it is important to know how it happened to make sure we rehab it the right way. Did you get it caught in something? I've seen guys come in with machine injuries like that."
Nothing about Dream suggests "person who works with heavy machinery." But who knows. Hob will try not to stereotype.
"No," Dream says quietly, looking down and away from his hand like he can't bear to see it. "I. I am an artist. My ex... he felt that I cared more about my art than about him. Perhaps I did. And he was... frustrated. I suppose."
Hob can put the rest of the pieces together in his mind. "Jesus," he breathes, and Dream flinches.
"I have an unfortunate ability to involve myself with such people," he says.
"No, it's not your fault," Hob says automatically.
Dream narrows his eyes. "You presume to know that?"
Hob raises his hands in surrender. "Never mind. I won't pry." He's not Dream's therapist. His job is to help him with his hand, not... whatever else is going on in his life.
He takes Dream's hand carefully between both of his own again. Presses down lightly on his knuckles. "So. Crushed. Like that?"
Dream nods. Hob still doesn't know all the details, but he's imagining a boot going down hard on the top of Dream's hand. The thought is sickening.
"Can you fix it?" Dream asks, like he doesn't dare to hope.
"Well, you already had it repaired surgically, yeah?" Hob says. This strikes him as a bit of good luck--hand fractures are not simple--but he doesn't want to undercut Dream's confidence even further by saying so. He's usually pretty good at reading his clients, and he's already sensing that Dream is holding onto his determination to be here at all by the barest thread. Best to build him up as much as possible. "So it's just a matter of strengthening the muscles again."
He's fairly confident he can get him back to a usual level of functioning with it. The question is whether he can return him to the specific level of dexterity he needs for his art. He doesn't say that. Not yet.
Finally, he gets the tiniest of smiles out of Dream. He's really lovely when he smiles.
(He's pretty when he doesn't smile, too. Hob would have to be blind not to notice it.)
"So," Hob says. "Let's look at the current range of motion, yeah?"
Dream tilts his head. "Did you not already do so?"
"For regular motion, yeah. But I want to see where it's impacting your drawing."
Dream draws his hand back, looking uncertain.
"Come on." Hob hands him a pen and paper. "Show me. I promise I know nothing about art. If it's not up to your usual standards, I'm not going to be able to tell."
Finally, Dream takes the pen, and starts sketching.
Hob watches, noting the way his hand trembles, his uneven grip on the pen. Notes how quickly he gets demoralized when it doesn't turn out the way he wants. Hob can make out what he's written and drawn, but it's clear from Dream's expression that it's far from how it's supposed to be.
"This is just a starting point," Hob reminds him. He has a feeling he's going to be doing a lot of those sorts of reminders with Dream; he does not seem to find optimism easy.
Then again, if someone who supposedly loved him had hurt him like that, Hob would probably find optimism a bit difficult, too.
Finally, Dream drops the pen, clearly frustrated. "I have tried to paint at home, too. It has not turned out any better. You should throw those away." He gestures to the sketches. "They are terrible."
"Nah, I'm gonna keep them," Hob says, and puts them in his folder. "For comparison later." It could also partially be because he finds Dream's drawings of cats, imperfect as they are, charming. Sue him.
"As you insist," Dream says.
Hob gives him documentation on some other exercises he can do at home. Tries to think through what might make him feel better with his art. It feels, somehow, so important to make him feel better.
"At home, go easy on trying to use a pen, or paintbrush or whatever, it's hard on your hand," he finally says. "But you probably want to get back to your art, so-- okay, don't make fun of me if this is stupid."
Dream just raises an eyebrow, waiting.
Maybe Hob should try to learn more about art before he gives advice. Nevertheless, he forges on. "Holding a pen is tough, but if you wanted to like, finger paint or something? That would probably be fine. Might be good for flexibility, even."
"Finger paint," Dream repeats, enunciating each word.
"I told you not to make fun of me if it was stupid."
Dream smiles, just a small thing, like he finds Hob ridiculous but in a charming way. Good enough, Hob figures.
"Very well," Dream says at last. "I will take your advice."
Dream simply walking out had felt like a distinct possibility, so Hob will take this as a win.
"Hey," he says later, catching Dream for a moment as he's checking him out. "It's going to get better, yeah? Trust me. Don't worry too hard, just give it time."
He really shouldn't make promises like that. But he can't seem to help it, with Dream.
Dream considers, then says. "I do trust you."
Hob finds that it means a lot. Now he's just going to have to earn it.
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yeoldenews · 4 months
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For all my fellow name nerds out there, I am very pleased to present the second annual "Gloyd Roberson Memorial List of Actual Human Children Who Wrote Letters to Santa in 1920s/30s Oklahoma".
These aren’t all necessarily “weirder than Gloyd” but fall into three rough categories which I’ve dubbed: “that’s got a nice ring to it”, “if I used this in a novel it would be considered too unrealistic” and “you’ve got 5 seconds to name a character that lives in 1920s Oklahoma, GO!”:
Selvyn Atteberry
Dyer Banfield
Bert Baxter
Hilda Bender
Imogene Berry
Heloise Blakely
Burl Boyer
Clyda Pearl Boyington
Okal Brooks
Vada Jo Bricker
Deverett Brumley
Lee Roy Buck
Vivian May Burdue
Donnie Buster
Elmarie Button
Junior Buzzard
Melchor Caldex
Tycene Calhoun
Tiny Bell Callison
Dapalene Caywood
Edney Clopton
Buster Combs
Georgia Countryman
Vantruba Crockett
Alto Day
Buddie DeWayne
Violet Divine
Elwanda Downing
Cletys Durham
Thurlo Epps
Apple Fields
Floyd Fleetwood
Metherine Franklin
Ula Fay French
Wanda Jo Fronterhouse
Irline Fuller
Jack Gritzmaker
J. D. Grizzle
Billie Jean Gulley
Joline Hardcastle
Kaloolah Herrill
Thelias Hatfield
Elva Heavins
Coleman Hewlett
Helen Hillhouse
Virgil Holderby
Katymae Houston
Myree Huffstutlar
Estelline Hurrypack
Blondie Huhm
Lila Lou Jackson
Denver Jones
Vernell Lambert
Sonny Boy Lockart
Dinkey Long (autocorrect really wanted this to be Donkey Kong)
Bamma Lynn
Rep Madden
Standford Mann
Jack Mattingly
Goldia McGee
Madge Messinger
Mauzell Mullins
Jeffie Wayne Muskrat
Archibald Neighbors
Hazel Nickerson
Eulah Oakley
Lyle Oyler
Milburn Partain
Jackson Payne
Montana Phillips
Bobbie Dean Phoenix
Toots Putman
Madonna Mae Rickey
Cyprine Robertson
Juanelle Schneeberger
Billie Jean Sparks
Texanna Smith
Pansy Stetson
Patsy Ruth Stubblefield
Eldon Sweezy
Hoy Trotter
Pearl Vandorien
Leland Weems
Joe Bob West
Wayness Whitely
Buster Wyatt
John Ira Youngblood
Domby Zinn
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manincaffeine · 7 months
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Girls who grew up in their teen years without dating and only got romance via tv/books & films are the baddest bitches
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catfayssoux · 19 days
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WHO NEEDS MIDDLE BITS WHEN YOU CAN HAVE ✨ 𝒔 𝒄 𝒆 𝒏 𝒆 𝒔 ✨
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