I get so tired of people who dismiss romances as “porn for moms.”
Yes, the hotter romances do provide some level of sexual gratification. And romance readers have more active sex lives.
But there are plenty of romances that have no “on-screen” sex or even the implication of “off-screen” sex. (At least, this is what I’ve heard. I prefer the hotter romances, so those are what I gravitate toward.)
But sex is not the entire reason romances exist. Porn movies exist solely to titillate through visual depictions of sex. Romances, even the ones with the most sex per page, focus on the love, the emotions as a means of engaging the reader in a story outside his or her own experience.
How many of us are pursued romantically by overbearing alphas? How about billionaire sheiks? Vampires, werewolves, or other fantastic folk? And how many of us actually want to be? I mean, I love vampires as much as the next girl, but I think in real life, they would be more scary than hot.
I want to be swept away in that initial first blush of infatuation. I want to be wooed by a dominant and wealthy man who will not rest until he makes me his. I want to know what it is like to be a creature of the night. I want to travel space with my trusty male companion. I want to fight evil alongside the most amazing sexy male demon I’ve ever encountered. But only on the page.
I am perfectly happy with my life, my husband, my dogs. But sometimes I like to live in a world that is more than I can experience in my lifetime. At least until I close the book or turn off the iPod.
What about you? Why do you read romances? If you’re a writer, too, why did you start writing them?