Through this weekend only, my stand-alone contemporary romance, The Genius and the Muse, is on sale at Amazon for only $0.99! Wanted to let you guys know.
If you haven’t read this one, let me try to explain why you should, even though it’s not my main genre. And why this book is so personal to me. It’s actually the first book I ever finished, though not the first one I published. And it’s a story very dear to my heart. If you’re not generally a romance reader, you might check it out anyway. Even though there’s not blood or guts or flying swords or anything.
It’s a story about love, yes. But it’s also about friendship. About how life can drag you down and make everything seem pretty hopeless at times, and about how the people who matter are the ones who stick around through that. It’s a story that came to me in a not-very-fun part of my life. In the end, it became a story about hope. Reconciliation. Meaning even through pain. It’s a life story, not just a love story.
“Flames, welding, ashes, phoenix. It all just seemed to go together.” He paused for a moment. “It reminds me that… sometimes things need to burn to get better. In life. In art. Beautiful things can come from ashes. And sometimes, the fire that looks like it’s destroying really just makes things stronger. That’s it, I guess.”
It’s a story about art, but you don’t have to be an artist to enjoy it. Because in the end, it’s also a story about finding your passion, whatever that may turn out to be. For me, that passion is writing. But it may be something very different for you.
Genius also has one of my very favorite characters ever. Javi is not your conventional romantic hero. He’s rough. He’s not particularly handsome. Definitely lacking in social graces, even though he has a big heart. In the end, he became one of my favorites. Because real love is often about finding what you need. Not what you think you want.
“Katie?” A deep voice, rough from sleep, answered her. She gaped, suddenly unsure of what she wanted to say.
Of course it’s Javi, you idiot.
Kate heard him take a breath and exhale. “Yeah?”
“Did I—did I wake you up?”
There was a pause. “Yeah, I guess so. I—” He cleared his throat. It worked a little bit, but his voice was still a rough growl that sent a shiver down her spine.
“I’ve been working for a few days.” She heard him release another deep breath. “Hmmm, what time is it?” he murmured.
Her heart rate picked up. She had woken him, and a picture of him lying bare-chested in bed leapt unbidden to her mind. She had only peeked at the intriguing tattoos that covered his thick muscles, but somehow in her mind’s eye, she saw his richly decorated chest and arms laying against a white background as he spoke to her.
“It’s… uh, it’s around eleven in the morning.” She swallowed and willed the image away. “On Thursday. I was just going to leave a message for you. I figured you’d be working.” She squirmed, still trying to erase the mental picture from her mind as he replied.
“Well, you’ve got me now. What did you want?”
“I—um, you know, just call me back when you get a cha—”
“I’m awake now, Kate,” he voice was clipped. “What do you need?”
You. She almost said it before thinking. Wait, what?
Hope I’ve tempted you enough to give The Genius and the Muse a chance! Like I said, it was my first book, so I’m sure the writing is rougher than my more recent books, but I still love the story. And I hope you do, too!
Have an amazing weekend! Elizabeth