Hi, My Name Is…

Danica Avet and I’m a romance book addict. I started reading romance books when I was 13 and I haven’t been able to stop. There were times I seriously thought I’d go insane if I didn’t read everything in my sphere and one time…

Oh, wait, this isn’t the Readers Anonymous meeting? I’m so embarrassed!

I’m actually a reader and writer. It’s a good thing I mastered those skills after years of patient teaching by my long-suffering teachers, isn’t it? I love to read and write romance. I love the way characters come together and the way their lives intermingle. Oh, okay, I even like it when the black moment casts a pall over the good.

I write paranormal romance. I don’t necessarily consider it erotic, but er, well, it looks as though that’s what I write. I enjoy throwing impossible characters into impossible situations and letting them figure it out (while I try to keep up with their antics).

But for me, romance isn’t just about the lovey dovey stuff, or the hot and heavy sex. Romance is about people seeing to each other’s souls. It’s knowing that your husband/boyfriend/lover has a bad habit of leaving his socks all over the house, or that he sings Lady Gaga songs in the shower. It’s having your significant other know what you look like without make-up and with your hair hanging all over your face. It’s knowing that he loves you even when you’re griping because his socks are still all over the house and he can’t hold a note to save his life.

Romance should be loving you when you're not at your best.

Romance is about the good, yes, but it’s also about the bad, the unsightly, and the embarrassing. It’s laughing with each other, crying with each other, and knowing that through thick and thin, someone will be at your side.

That’s what romance is to me and it’s what I try to convey in my books. Perfect people don’t make interesting stories and perfect romances are boring to read about. No one wants to read about a man and woman who fall in love, get married, and have the white picket fence life. (Even though that happens in real life.) No, we want to see them struggle to achieve that white picket fence. We as readers, yearn for the sight of a hard-headed man falling in love with a woman who doesn’t take any crap from him. We want to observe them falling in love with each other and fighting every step of the way.

That’s romance and that’s what I try to write about.

What do you think romance is?

I’d like to take a moment to say how excited I am to be joining up with my fellow Foxes: Jillian, Daisy, and Lynn, and Monsieur Hound, Jeff. I think we have a great crew here and can’t wait to read what they come up with! I hope you feel the same 🙂

I almost forgot! Today is the release of my debut novel, Ruby: Uncut and on the Loose, out now through Siren Publishing. My mind is on the fast track right now and I can’t believe I almost forgot to mention it!

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About danicaavet

Danica Avet lives and writes in the wilds of South Louisiana. Unmarried with no children, she's the proud pet of two cats and a dog. With a BA in History, she decided there were enough fry cooks in the world and tried her hand at writing. Danica loves losing herself in the antics of her characters and blushes more often than not at the things they do. She likes to define her work as paranormal romance with a touch of Cajun spice, but most times her characters turn the notch up to "five-alarm fire"!
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15 Responses to Hi, My Name Is…

  1. Wonderful post, Danica. Love the picture!!! AND HAPPY RELEASE DAY!! here’s hoping for many sales for you!

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  2. jeff7salter says:

    Great column. Happy Ground hog day.
    I like the line “Romance is about people seeing to each other’s souls.” And I believe that’s connected to the concept of ‘soul-mates’ which some people subscribe to (and others don’t).
    I also agree that readers aren’t interested in ‘perfect’ couples with ‘perfect’ lives.
    If you’ve ever known anyone like that in real life — they’re BORING. And, after you dig around a little, you discover they’re not really that ‘perfect’ after all. A lot was in their packaging and ‘spin’.
    Something not everybody knows about Danica and me — we were practically neighbors. Well, in different decades, we resided in the same general portion of LA. That’s neighbors … right? Hey, Danica, can I borrow a cup of sugar?
    [BTW, she’s not exaggerating about the skeeters.]

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    • danicaavet says:

      LOL, Jeff, perfect people are boring!

      That’s most definitely neighbors! And we have sugar, and artificial, but if you’re a local, it’ll have to be the real stuff. As for the mosquitoes, I dread spring because it means those little buggers are coming back to ruin my evenings!

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  3. To me romance is knowing that “I’m fine” means you’re not. Fighting with the person just to get them to admit they’re not fine. And, of course, making up after EVERY fight. 😉 Actually, it’s harder to describe than that, but that’s a good example IMO.
    Oh, and HAPPY RELEASE DAY!!!!!!!!

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  4. Daisy Harris says:

    Happy Release Day, Danica!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    Loved your post, and I always appreciate your vast knowledge of romance. You’ve turned me on to some of my favorite authors.

    Best regards,
    Daisy

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  5. jeff7salter says:

    Yep, Jillian: another debate.
    We should get our computer guru to add that topic to the blog schedule.

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  6. Sheila says:

    Congratulations on your release! I enjoyed your post. It was interesting and, oh, so truthful.

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  7. Danica, loved this. I too, need a group for romance addicts. Good luck with your release and I can’t wait to read it.

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