If you like Romantic Suspense…

…then you are definitely my kind of reader! All of that intrigue, passion, and suspense just gets to me. I love reading about hot, sexy couples thwarting danger at every turn. The tension keeps me turning pages while the attraction between the couple keeps me hoping for the eventual happy ever after.

While the road to passion may be a bit bumpy, the search for a villain and avoiding the threats and hazards seems to bind the two together. The idea of beating the odds of the line from the movie Speed, “cause you know, relationships that start under intense circumstances, they never last” just makes me want to cheer when the hero and heroine finally commit to each other.

In my novel A Chaunce of Riches, Samantha and Ben fight the attraction they still feel for each other after seven years apart. But there is a threat to Sam’s life and Ben was hired as a bodyguard after all. His concern for her safety grows until they can no longer hide the intense feelings they have. Ben realizes that Sam’s husband didn’t die of natural causes; whoever killed Julian Chaunce is focusing on Sam and trying to hang Julian’s murder on Ben. Will they solve the mystery in time and stop the murderer before another victim is claimed?

In Common Bond, Tangled Hearts we know early on that the villain is Layne’s ex-husband who wants Layne and her son back at any cost. Justin didn’t mean to fall in love with Layne, he only meant to meet the child that he learned was his. Charlie pits his arrogance and money against Justin’s wealth and power and it’s a battle that almost kills the love struck couple. Will they become the family they were meant to be? Or will Charlie manage to keep them apart for his own selfish gain?

In His Lucky Charm, Brandon and Caitlyn wake up in bed together and he has no idea who she is. She says she is his wife, but he has no memory of marrying her and doesn’t know if he can trust her. Is she lying? Or did someone do something to Brandon to destroy his memory? And why? As Brandon slowly regains his memory, the couple is chased across the country in a dangerous game of international espionage. Will they save the country? Will they save themselves?

So, sit on the edge of your seat and enjoy a good romantic suspense. All of my novels come in multiple e-book formats – go to my Smashwords page at http://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/chellecordero or my website at http://chellecordero.com/ for more information. And I hope you’ll stop by my blog and say hi, http://chellecordero.blogspot.com/

People do scary things...

By scary things, I mean not nice things, dangerous things - evil even. And we writers capitalize on those nasty doings.

Whether it is fictional or about real-life, we write tales involving murder, theft, assault, espionage, and super-natural beings that have an axe to grind (sometimes literally) and our readers buy these dark stories over and over again. We invent monsters and twisted minds all in the guise of entertainment.

Is it that we enjoy misery and fear?

These dark stories can cause an adrenaline rush similar to the high many people get when riding a roller coaster. It's a rush that leaves you feeling alive and tingly. Evil doings also force us to think - what would we do in that situation, how would we outmaneuver the diabolical masterminds? Reading a well-written book allows a person to live vicariously as they are absorbed in the words and driven to turn the page to see what happens next.

All but one of my books to date has been romantic-suspense with the anticipated and requisite happy-ever-after ending; my one mystery suspense featured pure evil and a twisted mind. I've used art theft, rape, murder and murder attempts, arson, sexual deviants, corporate espionage, and international terrorism in my plots. Scary stuff, but I really am a good girl.

Sometimes a writer will use the ugly and scary things in life as part of a character’s past so that the reader will feel sympathy for him. I did this in my upcoming novel (due out in print this month and already available on SmashWords), A Chaunce of Riches when I explain how my hero and heroine first met:

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Sam had already been in the foster home when Ben came to live there. Her parents had died in a car accident. She had been rescued, orphaned, from the wreckage. There was no family to replace the loving parents she remembered. She had been the only child of two only children. There was an ailing grandmother halfway across the country but no one else. Her grandmother sent what money she could for the few years she lived but she couldn’t take care of a child. Samantha had just started kindergarten when her world was destroyed.

It was a little more than a year later when Ben, already eight, the same age as Philip, was taken away from his drug addict mother. She had tried to sell him for drug money when she came up short but he had kicked the pedophile she was bargaining with and ran away. It angered her and she sent him into the streets to fend for himself. He was scared, homeless and hungry for almost two days when Baltimore cops picked him up and child services got involved. Ben was brought to the foster home; there were six other kids including Sam and two more birth kids belonging to the couple. It was a relief not to have to hide in the closet while his mother turned tricks to get drug money. But the child in him still felt resentment that his mother had tossed him away like garbage. And the child in him was terrified that he would lose the new-found comfort his foster family provided him with. He couldn’t relax, he couldn’t trust. Sam was the only one who could get through to him. She was the only one who made him feel safe.

He had come to the foster home early in the fall, just in time to start the school year. He was lacking in education because his mother never made sure he got to school each day and he was embarrassed. Even though Sam was younger than him, she helped him study and eventually catch up to his grade level. Then, when the excitement of Halloween drew near, he was terrified when the other kids talked of donning costumes and going door-to-door for candy. He refused to go, he was afraid he would have to do more than just ring doorbells. But when the other kids came home happy and laughing and with sacks filled with candy, he felt left out. Sam dumped her bag of candy in front of him and said it was too much for just her, he had to help her and eat some of it.