Open Book Page with Heart

I’m stepping out of the literary closet to say–I’m writing a romance! Not only am I writing a romance, I’m reading A LOT of romance, and the more I read, the more I am amazed how what a bad rap the genre has amongst the group who claims to be “the masses.” Most of those “rappers” are probably tucked in bed with a book and a flashlight or a Kindle, reading love stories like crack, but too embarrassed to admit it.

Why should they be embarrassed? More than half of the stories are well researched, complex, multi fascited plots and the other half is fluff and fun. You see the cover of THE SPY IN HIGH HEELS.

Book cover for Spying in High Heels



and you know exactly what you’re getting, the same with the covers like GABRIEL’S INFERNO.

Gabriel's Inferno Book Cover


If you take romance out of the publishing industry, if you banned it, blotted it out altogether, the PUBLISHING INDUSTRY would likely fold, doors close, case closed. Not to mention the rioting women and men (so I hear although I’ve never met any men who avidly read the genre) taking to the streets demanding their fix of love stories.

PLEASE TELL ME what is so wrong about love stories and their HEAs (happily ever afters) that makes the haters, well, hate? Are the stories perfect? No, but name one that is. Like any other stories, their characters are flawed, they are challenged, and in the end love reigns over all. What the hell is wrong with that?

Wanna know why so many authors want to write about THAT world? Because the real world is too damn scary. Or maybe they are finding the part of the real world that is worth loving, sighing over, savoring and writting down so you can savor it too.

1950s Classic Women

If you too desire your own independence from the haters and this blog just hasn’t done it for you, check out the wise and wonderful Sarah Wendell’s website (see the very cool pic above)  and her Amazon page for self-help or at the very least self-acceptance for this very real force in, yes I’m going to say it–Literature.The genre is intimate; it’s like borrowing the author’s favorite pair of shoes or sharing their chocolate.

So on this Independence Day, my own independence day from giving a rats behind about what the nay sayers say about the genera–Here’s to love and HEA forevaaah!

Cheers! KIM

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About Kim Boykin

Kim Boykin learned about women and their hair in her mother’s beauty shop in a tiny South Carolina town. She loves to write stories about strong Southern women, because that’s what she knows. Kim is an accomplished public speaker and serves on the board of the South Carolina Writer’s Workshop. She lives in Charlotte, North Carolina, with her husband, three dogs, and 126 rose bushes.
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