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#Still Paying It Forward: It’s About YOU not me.


This past week I talked about how giving the romance community is, and presented four authors who have demonstrated their generosity toward a fellow writer. They were Lisabet Sarai, Margay Roberge, V.S. Nelson, and Destiny Blaine.

Now, I want to acknowledge the Readers, who deserve as much praise for their support of the romance community. Without our reading fans, we writers wouldn’t be able to share the stories that haunt us until we tell them. We couldn’t find relief from the characters that scratch and stretch until we give them substance upon the page.

If you think I’m kidding, think back to some of your favorite characters. Maybe he was from a book you haven’t thought about for years, maybe the heroine is someone you forgot was a lot like you. Have you got your character? Are you visualizing him or her, breathing life back into them?

Remember how they had you gripping the sides of the book you were holding as you read, breath held, stomach clenched, just dying to devour the words so the scenes could play out? Well, those same heroes are conceived in our tiny heads, and like fledglings who are too big for the nest, they demand their space.

And they demand it according to their personalities. Some kick. Hard. Dropping roundhouse kick after kick until we acknowledge them. Some are more subtle, preferring to tickle and tease, to tempt us toward the blank page. Imagine how it is for the busy writer with such demanding creatures in our heads!

They are relentless. We love them as much you, the reader, does. Except we get the not-so-glamorous parts, too. All those quirks that never make it to the page because they didn’t fit a story line, or an image. But exist, none the less.

Although, we do our best to deliver everything. We want you to love our heroes and heroines as much as we do, despite the bad and the ugly. It’s what makes them real. Sometimes, we can sneak them into the story for you. Maybe it’s just a single, graphic line meant to stir you, giving the character another edge, a little more sensuality.

Are you still thinking about your favorite hero or heroine? Excellent! Now, go do what we authors love about you. Go Read! Now. This instant. Disappear into the pages in the name of supporting a romance author, of giving help to us before our new characters drive us mad with their demands. Pay it forward.

We writers need our audience. Without you, dear Reader, we would all be just a touch insane.

“Artistic experience lies so incredibly close to that of sex, to its pain and its ecstasy, that the two manifestations are indeed but different forms of one and the same yearning delight.” ~Rainer Maria Rilke (from Seductress, by Betsy Prioleau)

~S.C. Dane



Even the word has a sibilant, beckoning quality.


It’s a delicious word. One to be licked from the skin; a pleasure to hood one’s eyes to, to arch the back.


Free your mind of Hollywood’s stereotype, because what I’m talking about here is the true Siren. The woman who, no matter what she looks like, has that innate fire which sparks interest in any room she walks into.

She’ll either be loved for it, or jealously reviled.

And doesn’t care which.

Because she knows she has that sparkle, and nothing–nothing–can extinguish it.

“Seductress.” Taken from Women Who Ravished the World and Their Lost Art of Love by Betsy Prioleau. It was the “Lost” part of the title I was worried about, and it gave me pause.

Is the Art of Love truly lost?

Edourd Schure said, “[In prehistory] women dominated man. She was a fascinating magician before whom his soul trembled…From her sprang poetry, music, and all the arts.” (Prioleau).

So, where is our Creativity? Are we so caught up in Commercialism we’ve lost touch with our panache; that vigor for creativity and vibrant chutzpah. Are we cookie cut-outs of the industry and what it markets at that given time?

And where are these men who once worshiped us?

Have they become too frightened during our quest for equality they’ve dropped their ball(s), so to speak?

Yet, we are not equal. I no more want to be a man than he wants to be a woman. Like milk and Oreos, we are separate entities, but undeniably go together. Mash the two and you get unworkable goo.

Unless you handle it right. Then you get ice cream. A blend of erogenous yummm. Sure to hold up under the licking of any fiery woman and her lover with the balls to take her in hand, or…

I’ll leave you alone with the image.


Resurrected in a niche of women not afraid to proclaim their natural-given talents, and shout to the world “I am a Romance Novelist/Reader!”

These individuals have unearthed the primal woman and her man; they have brushed off the proverbial dust and have reminded us that “You don’t have to be born beautiful to be wildly attractive.” (Diana Vreeland/Prioleau) and “Tis Woman that seduces all mankind.” (John Gay/Prioleau)

Enthusiasts of the Romance genre are the true Sirens, whose flames we warm ourselves to time and time again. They “Do as the goddesses did.” (Ovid)

Or in our modern case, they light up rooms and every stultified heart within it.

~S.C. Dane