I really liked Star of Prophecy
Today I have a guest post by someone I admire beyond reason. She is raising not just one redhead, but two! Even though the scarlet mane munchkins keep her hopping, Ainsley has recently released book one of a trilogy called Star of Prophecy.
I have read it, and lo it is good. It’s like the works of Tolkien and those who followed him, but with a large dollop of romance and it’s not such a sausage fest. Plus, she thinks I am great, which means she is smart as well as beautiful and awesome.
Hope you enjoy her post and book as much as I did!
Own IT Baby!
by Ainsley Brooks
Hello, my name is Ainsley Brooks and I love romance novels.
There was a time when I had trouble saying those words out loud.
My mom used to read romance novels almost exclusively. When I was a teenager, I found this no end of embarrassing, but then everything parents do is embarrassing to a teenager. I remember wanting to crawl in a hole and die because Mom refused to tight roll her jeans. Now as an adult, I merrily wear Birkenstock sandals with socks. If my children are anywhere near as shallow as I was as a teenager, they are likely to have a serious case of orphan envy.
Fortunately, we outgrow the self indulgence and egocentrism of youth. At least, most of us do. To my chagrin, it took me a long time to overcome my prejudice against romance novels. For the first year after I got married, I was a professional job seeker, A.K.A. unemployed. That was in 1997 when the internet was just a baby. I spent hours online looking for work, but I also stumbled across forums and message boards (Remember when we called them that?) run by romance readers who were looking to connect with other romance readers to talk books and exchange recommendations. These women were intelligent, interesting women who were passionate about books and knew what they liked. Where had I got the impression that romance readers were all sex-crazed housewives? And what was so bad about being a sex-crazed housewife anyway? I was a newlywed after all.
I always knew I wanted to be a writer. I wrote essays and articles, but only nonfiction. When the siren song of fiction writing became impossible to ignore, I tried everything in the world to keep from writing romance. I tried mystery with romantic elements, literary fiction, and women’s fiction with romantic subplots. I sucked at all of it because what I wanted to write was a straight up, bodice-ripping, bosom-heaving romance novel just like the ones that had adorned every flat surface of my house when I was a kid. A little mantitty on the cover anyone?
It was my first child who taught me to accept myself as a romance writer. I vowed that if I taught my son nothing else, I would teach him to accept and love himself for who and what he was. If you happen to be a skinny redhead who runs on tiptoes and has an encyclopedic knowledge of Star Wars Angry Birds, then own it baby! Love yourself unconditionally is the message I drilled into my son every day of his young life, and yet, it was a lesson I hadn’t learned myself.
Then I had a daughter. Readers of the enlightened scriptures of Prophet Fokker know all about the harmful messages girls get bombarded with everyday. From the moment the ultrasound showed that baby #2 was a girl, my battle against the patriarchy, it’s messages and its enforcers, began. Would I teach her that crime and violence in the media were acceptable forms of entertainment while stories about love and sex were shameful?
Fock that shit in the earhole, I decided. Game on. Mommy had become a romance writer.
I am proud to announce that my debut novel, The Star Prophecy: Book One of The Daughters of Prophecy, is available now on Amazon.com and BN.com and will be available soon at iBooks and other ebook retailers. The book is a fantasy romance featuring a kickass heroine. You won’t find any damsels in distress in an Ainsley Brooks novel, I promise … there is in fact no bodice ripping in The Star Prophecy, but there’s bosom heaving a plenty. As for mantitty, I decided not to have all the really big fun in my first book. Maybe next time.