Love ain’t easy!
No truer words were ever spoken. If that’s the case why do we rush out like fools in search of it? Why do we watch endless hours of tv and movies about it? Why do we read books exalting it as the end all be all of existence? I mean really. Usually, we would back off of something that caused that much grief. People quit jobs every day that are nowhere as hard as love can be. If you think about it, I think you know the answer.
Love is worth it!
In previous blogs, I’ve said that Romance novels at times fail to paint an accurate picture of what love is all about. I know as an author I don’t. None of my books even come close. Hey, I have Vampires, Werewolves and you name it as characters. I don’t strive for reality. I strive to present an honest presentation of what love means. Besides, who wants to read about the mundane miseries love can cause? I don’t. But, when the idea for the Southern Werewolf Chronicles popped into my head, I wanted to show something close enough to the truth that wasn’t all depressing about the subject, because I think we all get the idea from our daily lives. Love ain’t easy.
No, I wanted to get to the heart of the matter. Once you find love, what would you do to keep it? You know, without being all stalkerish about it. I mean a mutual expression of love between two people. Let’s hypothesize that you have found the love of your life. Through a few dates, you both see no other person can fill the void your lives have been up to that point. The ‘I love yous’ have been said and meant. You’ve met their family, and they’ve met yours. Well, most of them because everyone has a crazy uncle or aunt nobody wants to parade out for public consumption. The date may be set and all that. Life being what it is, things rarely run smoothly. Crap happens. It’s another one of those true things that you hear about all the time.
That said, how far would you go to keep love in your life?
I wanted that question to be the basis for the second book in The Southern Werewolf Chronicles. How far would you go? To the ends of the earth? Across the street? What would you do to save the person you loved most in the world? I wanted Madison to face that question head on and act on it. I think it’s a question everyone should consider before laying down the til death do us part.
Since, I’m not exactly writing about normal everyday folks, I couldn’t go all everyday about it. In retrospect, Were The Moon Don’t Shine, is my homage to the soap operas my mom sat and watched when I was a kid. You had your tall dark hero, Nicholi. The home town girl that everyone loves and wants to be, Madison. The mysterious woman who claims to be said hero’s sister, Jessica. She’s also the one the audience would love to hate if this was indeed a soap opera. I even have a soap opera worthy plot. Our manly hero disappears without a trace. That means our heroine and this new femme fatale must team up to go in search of him. There’s even a subplot racing through the book. Madison has to plan a wedding without a groom around. She doesn’t even know if her groom of choice is still alive! Like something so trivial would stop a true Southern Deb.
Again with this series, I continue my love affair with the world I grew up in. Soap operas were a big part of my formative years. The world came to a complete stop between the hours of ‘Young and the Restless’ and ‘Edge of Night’. This was way before DVR, so there was some major channel flipping going on depending on how evil Ericka Kane was getting on ‘All My Children’. The point I guess I’m trying to get at is I grew up surrounded by hopeless romantics. The women in my life weren’t only strong and more than able to take care of themselves, but they knew the value of love. Through osmosis, they passed those things down to me.
The Southern Werewolf Chronicles isn’t just a homage to the South. It’s a three book thank you note to my mom, my grandmothers, my aunts, and of course my wife. Without the influence of these women, I would not be the man I am today. So, as you delve between the pages of these books, you’ll see not only the things I love but the women I love. Madison isn’t just my wife. She’s the sum total of all the women who have been a big part of my life.
Before I sign off this week, I want to send a big thank you to my Momma, Nana, Maw Maw Brown, Aunt Evelyn, Aunt Doris, Aunt Peggy, Aunt Judy, Aunt Lou, Aunt Dot, and so many more that I know I’m forgetting. You are the women I always picture in my head when I think of strong Southern Belles. You are the women who helped me give birth to Madison. More importantly, you are the women who loved me and taught me the meaning of the word.
To those of you who are no longer here with us, you are forever a part of my heart and now immortal in my favorite creation, Madison Eugenia Lee.
The Southern Werewolf Chronicles
Were the Moon Don’t Shine
By J. Morgan
Desert Breeze Publishing
Madison Lee thought she had finally gotten the fairy tale ending she’s always wanted. That was book one.
Now, Nicholi, her Prince Werewolf Charming, has been kidnapped, and her perfect wedding is slowly slipping through her fingers. With her mate missing and his irritating sister, Jessica, under foot, there’s only one thing to do. Find his furry butt and make the snotwads responsible pay. Southern Debs, even furry ones, don’t get mad. They get even!
With her brother Jonas and Jessica along for the ride, she’s off to Milan to get her man back. Who cares that said rescue mission also coincides with Bridal Fashion week? As a woman of refined sensibilities, Madison is no stranger to multitasking. Locating the perfect wedding gown and her groom — no brainer.
Coming out of this mess alive? Now, that’s going to be the hard part.