My Favorite SubGenre? Is that Possible?
I don’t have a favorite sub-genre. I’ll read anything. Any kind of character and any kind of storyline. If the writing is good, I’m there. What really turns me off is illogical writing. For instance, the author wants the heroine to have to surmount a specific kind of relationship or situation. Okay, she can create any far-out scenario she wants, but her writing better be good enough to convince me that the result is plausible. If emotions don’t ring true, if the heroine goes too far, is too stupid and clueless and loses my respect, then I’m gone.
The hero can be a cowboy, a werewolf, a soldier, or a pimp even. As long as he suffers throughout the story and ends up deserving a happy ending, I’m a satisfied reader no matter what the genre. I love to see the hero suffer. I like seeing how he reacts to the challenges set before him.
I can mention one sub-genre I don’t see the popular attraction and that’s a male/male love story. It’s not that I’m against gay men—in fact, I have a very strong gay secondary storyline running through my Bel Homme Quartet, the last two books especially. My gay man emphasis is more societal, though, rather than actual sex-based scenes. But I love gay men! It’s just I don’t get why women want to spend time reading about gay men doing their thing exclusively. Now, if a particularly good book came out that everyone couldn’t stop raving about, I’d explore it. It’s just not a sub-genre I’d go to first until I read all of the wonderful straight romances out there.
Having said that, though, when I was doing research for my gay characters, I went back to the 1970’s Gordon Merrick’s groundbreaking Peter & Charlie Trilogy. I found it very interesting reading. There was one sexual position I couldn’t stop thinking about, mainly because I wondered if it were actually possible! I asked one of my gay buddies, and he said, yes, if the two men were of the right height and . . . everything, it was doable. So as you can see, even this one sub-genre is one I’ll explore.
And since I don’t know of any other romance saga featuring four highly sexual opera singers as the heroes, I hope you’ll give my guys a chance, too!
The Song that Seduced Paris
by Cindy Irish
He seduced millions with his beautiful voice. She seduced him with her beautiful soul…When ordinary, every-day music teacher Annie gets the chance to help create an international singing group, she jumps at the chance, but meeting sexy French superstar Gabriel turns her ordinary life into a rich, beautiful song she can’t seem to ignore. THE SONG THAT SEDUCED PARIS is a sensual story of finding love, and dimming the bright lights of stardom to see the shining beauty in even the most ordinary.
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Title:The Song that Seduced Paris
Series:The Bel Homme Quartet #1
Release Date:January 9th, 2015
Publisher: Enoch Publications LLC
Print Length:340 pages
Format: Paperback and Digital
Opera gets sexy!
American music mogul Teddy Wilson combines the beauty of opera with the marketability of pop and creates the pop-opera multinational singing group called “Bel Homme.” French for “Beautiful Man,” the four performers he chooses are much more than that.
Gabriel Grenier is already a huge celebrity in his native France, but even at the height of his career, he’s bored and lonely and still wants more, so he accepts Teddy’s offer, hoping it will become his redemption. American music teacher Annie Morgan is brought into this venture by her Aunt Harriet, who’s Teddy’s executive assistant. Annie becomes Teddy’s special emissary in this new undertaking—but she’s not prepared for her instant attraction to the charismatic Gabriel. And he’s blindsided by the life-altering effect of Annie’s very first smile.
It doesn’t matter, anyway, because Teddy wants nothing personal mucking up this gig, and he forbids the two to get involved. Gabriel has never had to answer to anyone, and he’s not sure he wants to start now. Annie is still mourning her deceased husband’s memory, and she’s not sure of anything.
What happens when beautiful music meets predestined love? Seduction always wins.
Cloaked in darkness, Gabriel thought he was dreaming when she floated past him like a sweet phantom: filaments of timorous light. He didn’t make a sound because he didn’t want to lose this, whatever it was. Stopping at the keyboard, she played seven notes that made him smile: Mary Had A Little Lamb. Why, it was Little Bo Peep, he thought, charmed right out of his trance.
His parents had been very progressive people. They’d wanted him to learn many different cultures and languages, so he’d been tutored in English since he’d been quite young. Childhood memories bombarded him as he remembered one of his favorite nannies, an American woman who used to sing this song to him.
Something awakened inside him then. It felt like happiness.
When she moved toward the window, moonlight caught her just so, and Gabriel lusted. He stopped his groan before it hit the air, but his groin had a mind of its own. He hardened, the urge to thrust nearly overpowering as she crawled up onto the pillowed seat. She opened a locket hanging around her neck and sighed. Then she closed it and let it drop back to her chest, wrapped her arms around her knees, and sighed again.
He started at the sound of her voice.
“What lovely music I heard coming from up here tonight—but it made me cry in my sleep. The music was crying, too.”
Dieu, he wondered, was she talking to him?
“A beautiful man whose melodies weep. How can someone like him be lonely? But I felt his pain all the way to my bed, and I wanted to take him inside me and kiss him until it went away.” She covered her face with her hands. “I can’t believe it’s you I’m telling this to.”
Gabriel asked himself again. Who in the world was she talking to?
She knelt and placed her hand on the window. “I was so lucky to be married to you, Stephen, but I need you to help me say my real last goodbye. Do it for me from your side of Heaven. Push me away, because I’m too weak to do it alone. Please let me go.”
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About Cindy Irish:
Cindy Irish writes Contemporary, Paranormal, and Speculative romance fiction. She’s a member of The Authors Guild, Romance Writers of America, as well as the Mid-Michigan and Greater Detroit RWA chapters.
Cindy lives in Michigan with her family.