Megan Mulry is joining us this morning with a special guest post. This reminds me of the Comicon where my clueless niece purchased a Hello Kitty personal massager without realizing what it was. One of my funniest convention memories. EVAR!
I am thrilled to be touring around the blogosphere introducing everyone to my new book Bound to Be a Groom! I loved researching and writing this steamy story and can’t wait for readers to get their hands on it. Speaking of hands…while a reviewer was reading an advance copy of the book a few weeks ago, she bemoaned the fact that she had run out of double AA batteries. This led to a hilarious conversation on Twitter about the wide range of sex toys and vibrators at our disposal and my editor, to whom I defer on all things technical, said the Hitachi Magic Wand was the be-all-and-end-all of “personal massagers” (<-that’s the technical name, just in case you were wondering). It never runs out of batteries…because it plugs in! So, of course I went online and bought one (which also involved research because there are cheap imitations galore…do not be fooled!). And holy hell! Okay. First of all, it is loud and heavy and enormous…there is no pretending you are just *whistles innocently* hanging out in bed with a good book. It’s more like shouting, “OKAY NOW I AM GOING TO PLUG IN THE BROBDINGNAGIAN VIBRATOR AND HAVE AN ORGASM!” Which is also fine. So, yeah, I tried it. Two times. And then I realized it was really an excellent, LITERAL, personal massager. I sit at a desk eight hours a day and have tons of muscle strain in my neck and shoulder. And the Hitachi is AMAZING for that shit. I’m not joking. Give me five minutes on low, right there at the base of my neck…and I’m ready to walk upstairs and have sex with my partner.
So to celebrate this rite of passage (I used a vibrator! Yay!) and save you the trouble of ever running out of AA batteries (You can too! Yay!), I’m giving away (a brand new lol!) official (do not accept cheap imitations!) HITACHI HV250R MAGIC WAND MASSAGER. This priceless (okay, it’s about $75) item will go to ONE lucky winner. The 2nd place winner will receive a $10 gift card from Riptide Publishing, and the 3rd place winner can choose any book from my backlist (excluding Bound to be a Groom). Entries close at midnight, Eastern Time, on April 25, and winners will be chosen on April 27. Contest is valid worldwide. Good luck and thanks for being a part of the blog tour!
Do Too Many Chefs Spoil the Pot?
I’ve always had mixed feelings about that question. I love variety. I love different opinions. But could too many lovers spoil a love story?
When I started writing BOUND TO BE A GROOM I knew it was going to feature a love triangle, but I wasn’t certain how far I’d push it. Were three people in bed at once too many for me to depict? Should there be three protagonists, but never any three-way sex on the page? Maybe just lots of unresolved sexual tension? Or was three a magic number, holy trinity and all that? Or maybe another protagonist to make it four? No. Crazy talk.
So I started with three. Just to get my mind around the idea. Anna and Sebastian. Then Anna and Pia. Then Anna, Pia, and Sebastian all folded in together. The baking analogies kept coming while I was working on this story. Like most of my books (and my cooking) it started as a bit of a lark. (Cupcakes!) I was in Colombia and the whole world felt sexy and sultry and Spanish-speaking. The narrow streets of Cartagena had horse-drawn carriages that clopped and clattered past the colonial balconies where we’d sit drinking cool cocktails under the overgrown bougainvillea. A romance had to be written!
Anna came to me fully formed: bossy, demanding, full of conviction about what she needed to do and how she was going to go about doing it. Sebastian quickly followed: the perfect ebb to her flow, he was accommodating, loving, tender. Pia was slightly more complicated, but I folded her in like the fluffiest egg white into my meringue. And then I thought…The End. The three of them would ride off into the sunset (or board a packet to London, as the case may be).
But, in my mind, triads often lead to odd-man-out problems. So…what about that foursome? More balance, something for everyone: boy-girl-boy-girl. Or even another couple? No! Five would be outrageous! (Yes, that’s how my brain works: four people in a bed? Fair and balanced. Five? That’s just an orgy.)
But still, I sat stubbornly with the story like that for about a month—ending with the (nearly) contented threesome—until I finally got sick of being woken up at two in the morning with that voice in my head saying, “That story is not finished, Megan, and well you know it!” Yes, when I’m writing historicals, Mrs. Bridgerton dictates my internal monologue.
So I went back to it and wrote the third act. Farleigh’s act, really. And that’s when it became a real book, rather than just bits and pieces of sexy vacation times and moments of Spanish-language-induced passion. Because it really did need to be four people in that relationship, in order to reach the right balance. So I folded in Farleigh, taking care not to crush the others who were already in the mix.
Et voila, BOUND TO BE A GROOM was ready to go into the oven. The oven in this excruciatingly protracted metaphor was Sarah Frantz, my fabulous editor who knew exactly how to cook the book until it was something truly scrumptious.
So I’d love to hear what readers think about weaving in new characters and plot points over the course of a story. Do you like having everyone front-and-center from the opening chapter, or do you like being introduced to new characters and twists as the story unfolds?
Thanks again for having me to Romancing the Book!
PS Just for the record, I don’t think too many lovers can spoil the love story!
Megan Mulry writes sexy, stylish, romantic fiction. Her first book, A Royal Pain, was an NPR Best Book of 2012 and USA Today bestseller. Before discovering her passion for romance novels, she worked in magazine publishing and finance. After many years in New York, Boston, London, and Chicago, she now lives with her family in Florida.
Sometimes our wildest dreams come true.
In the tumultuous summer of 1808, Spain and England are close to war and four young lovers are close to ecstasy.
To carve out an independent life with the woman she loves, ANNA knows she must leave her quiet Spanish convent to become a courtesan. To gain experience, she sets her sights on . . .
SEBASTIAN, whose powerful, aristocratic confidence suits Anna’s mercenary goals. But his arrogance masks a craving for submission that Anna instinctively satisfies. Sebastian soon begs for her hand in marriage, even if it means sharing her with . . .
PIA, who trusts Anna completely—with her body and her future—until she learns of Anna’s hasty marriage. Pia questions their commitment to each other as they leave for London to meet . . .
FARLEIGH, the seemingly feckless duke who thinks he’s over Sebastian, the potent Spanish soldier he bedded two years ago.
What begins as a series of erotic escapades soon evolves into a deep, unbreakable bond. Two men and two women who yearn to explore are about to make their wildest dreams come true.