Hello. Bonjour. Guten Tag. Hola. Nei Ho. Buon giorno. Ohayou gozaimasu. And hello in many other languages I may not know.

Thanks for coming by Naughty and Spice on our opening day!

What are we exactly? Well, we’re four authors who think alike, have similar writing styles, and have no qualms about saying whatever the heck is on our mind. We wanted a place where we could just kick back and have fun. Next week we’ll be having some drawings and give aways to those who come by and comment! (Yes, that’s code for we’re bribing you to come back).

So since I’m your Monday blogger, let me officially get this party started!

Am I expecting too much because I write romance novels?

Seriously. I write these ultra romantic books, with sex that could set the curtains on fire. But let me tell you, I’m not writing from first hand accounts. Scrolling back through my relationships and the men I’ve dated, I don’t think I’ve ever had that kind of passion. I’ve had kisses that get me physically excited and bring out the tummy flips, and I’ve gotten really close to that level. But have I had that toe curling, I can’t think straight, “take me to bed or lose me forever” passion? And the answer is…no. I don’t think so at least.

So I have to wonder, am I writing some romantic form of fantasy? Does this stuff of books and movies exist? This ultimate passion of You drive every thought–even the coffee pot I left on–out of my mind. Or am I just writing how most young girls envision it to be? How I always envisioned it would be. Maybe I’ve just set the bar too high. Or is tummy flipping what it’s all about, and I’m just impossible to please? Does the toe curling come the deeper you fall in love (because that’s another thing, I’ve only been in the shallow water of love.) Maybe I’m over analyzing this all, maybe I’m doing something wrong. Am I being unrealistic to want that kind of passion? Please share your thoughts!

Happy Memorial Day