 Romance authors have a pretty special view of love. They truly believe in a happily ever after and strive to write about it in each book they complete. That's not true about other authors. Horror writers, science fiction authors, and others don't have to end with a happy ending for their stories. So what happens when a cynical science fiction author meets a romance author? Will the pen be mightier than the heart? Elsa Winckler's last release, LOVE, IN WRITING features two such authors in conflict as they struggle for their own happy ending. This romance will be sure to have you laughing as well as falling in love. Blurb: A hardcore Science Fiction writer and a softhearted romance novelist clash on the sunny South African coast... Margaret Parker is a hopeless romantic whose fantasies fuel her writing. For Graham Connelly, science fiction is the perfect genre to express his cynical worldview. A chance meeting in a lift leaves them both interested and aroused — with no clue as to the other's identity. Margaret has been looking for a face to match her new fictional hero — and Graham's is it. Graham has been looking for proof that innocence and optimism still exist — and he's found it in Margaret. But fantasy isn't reality, and both Margaret and Graham are used to controlling their fictional worlds. Can they step off the pages long enough to find their own happy-ever-after? She writes romance. He science fiction. A relationship seems unlikely, can love find a way? EXCERPT: Briskly, she walked to the front of the shop. “Do we have a problem, Jen?” she asked in her most business-like voice. As she came through the door, the man whirled around and for the second time within twenty-four hours, Margaret completely lost her breath. This time he was wearing a wetsuit and the top part was pulled down to reveal rock-hard, rippling muscles and…oh yeah, he had a six-pack all right, exactly like she’d imagined. She sighed appreciatively. “Do I know you?” he asked, and reluctantly Margaret moved her eyes up to his face. Oh dear, he was irritated again. He stared at her. She was close enough to see the change in his eyes the minute he recognized her. The incredulous expression on his face was almost funny. He drew in a deep breath. “You were in the elevator with me last night, weren’t you? You’re wearing more clothes now. What are you doing here? Did you follow me here? What…?” Margaret seldom got angry. She normally found it a useless exercise. No one took her seriously anyway and she always ended up with a terrible headache. But she was angry now. And the beginnings of a whopping headache stretched its tight tentacles across the back of her head. “I was unfortunate enough to have to share the elevator with you last night, yes. But this is my shop. I did not follow you here.” “Your shop?” He seemed to be shocked into silence. For a little while, at least. Then he gestured irritably to the books on the shelves. “This is a ridiculous bookshop. You don’t have any science fiction books, no—” Margaret lifted her chin. “You are most welcome to leave, sir. No one is forcing you to stay. And we do have science fiction books. There is a whole section behind you. You will also find the latest vampire stories there. The only difference between this bookstore and any other is—” “You only have books with happy endings. I’ve never heard of anything so completely bizarre. It is, you know.” “Well, now you have. Goodbye, sir. I don’t believe we have anything of interest for you.” “You can’t kick me out, I’m a paying customer!” He looked around. “And from what I can see, you need some of those.” He sneered. Now Available |
