When it comes to writing romance novels, there is one thing an author dare not leave out: the happy ending . . . usually to a rich, hunk.
Ninety-nine out of 100 books, that is just what the romance doctor ordered, the story demanded, and the reader wanted.
But are there exceptions?
One can understand how Hollywood — run seemingly by boys who never grew up — gets it wrong so often, but most romance novels are written by women. Smart women. Successful women. Funny women.
So why do so many romance novels still cast the mono-syllable, billionaire alpha with the six-pack (abs not brewskies) as the ideal suitor? Honestly, I don’t think actress Emily Blunt is the only woman in America who wants doughy John Krasinski back right now.
So how about you? Does your happy ending demand a seven-figure-earning hero? Washboard abs like the ones Krasinski is sporting in his new movie 13 Hours? Or, like Emily, would you prefer to snuggle up to a kind, honest, hard-working fellow who can make you laugh, helps with the dishes (one of my measures of sexy) and also makes a nice pillow?
Come one, you can tell me—maybe together we can start a trend for a new kind of romantic lead.