Saturday, February 23, 2013

Rub a dub, dub, three men in my hot tub

Can you imagine? What would you do with all those hands, wiggly toes, laps? It would certainly keep a girl occupied, so to speak. Talk about sitting pretty! 

I know, I’m bad – but only on paper. That’s the best part of my job. I get to imagine all kinds of possibilities, and positions, without risk of injury or emotional blow-back. In truth, I’m simply a wife, mother, neat freak, total klutz, timid driver, and reclusive writer. I’m like a bear when I’m in my writing cave. You probably don’t want to disturb me. You might even want to suggest a shower or, bare minimum, a comb to tame my wild waves when I finally emerge.

Since this is my inaugural Spicin’ It Up blog post, I thought I’d introduce myself today. Hi! Nice to meet you. I’m Tara Mills, and I write contemporary romance. I’ve got one title out with Beachwalk Press at present, Friends and Lovers, and another coming June 17th, Grading on Curves. I can’t wait. This is a wonderful place to be.

As intriguing as the three men in a tub scenario sounds, I’m really just a traditional romantic at heart. In the long run, I think most people are simply looking for that one special person who will understand them completely—and love them anyway. Those hopeful goals are what inspire me to fire up my computer every morning. There’s nothing I enjoy more than couples too distracted by each to notice I’m steering them over daunting hurdles, tripping them down slippery slopes, and throwing ice cold water on them at inopportune moments. Hey, we all have to suffer for love before we can fully appreciate it, right? In the end, I’m still the one who’s going to tug them up by the hand, brush them off, and turn them toward each other again. I might even give them an encouraging nod and a wink for good measure. If they can endure what I throw in front of them, they’ve got a real shot at their own personal happily-ever-after.
That’s when I wish my characters well and move on to abuse and challenge the next couple. Falling in love is a bumpy, bruising, sometimes scary proposition—but what a ride.