Writing Contemporary romance vs. Historical Romance
I’m best known for writing historical romance. I recently started writing contemporary romance—something I’d been planning to do for a while and I was thrilled with how it was received. I also have another contemporary story coming out in September called Too Much To Lose. For me, contemporary romance is about pushing myself as a writer. That might sound strange as surely writing historical is harder? But for me, the rules of historical society provide great guidelines for writing a story. There isn’t much flexibility—societal rules had very strict modes of behaviour but because it allows less freedom and I love to stick as close to real history as possible, it actually makes storytelling much easier. You know exactly how your characters will respond to certain situations. And if you’re ever stuck? Well dig up a moment in history and see if you can place your characters in the middle of it! You have all the facts and events laid out in front of you and I get a real thrill from doing that.
Writing contemporary for me is a whole new ball game. We have so many freedoms that our characters are barely bound by their lives. If they want to take off to another country, they can. If they want marry someone for love, they can. If they want to have a one night stand… no worries! And this means my contemporary stories can grow much more complex. But I love that. I love jumping out of my comfort zone and seeing if I can adapt to it.
I will always love writing historicals. I’m sure I was born in the wrong era sometimes but as a modern women, I relish being able to explore some of the issues we deal with now so I will always continue to do both and get the best of both worlds! Samantha Holt
Sent on a rescue mission, Finn Mac Chaluim is prepared to do his duty, hand over the lass and return home.
But fate has other ideas.
In the midst of a Norse invasion, Catriona barely escapes with her life. Masquerading as her sister, she finds herself in the hands of Finn who intends to hand her over to her sister’s betrothed, Laird Gillean. In the interests of bringing peace to her home, Catriona is determined to continue the ruse—even if it means going along with the marriage and denying her growing attraction to a man who keeps his hurts hidden behind a quick grin.
If the green faery, Tèile, has anything to do with it, Catriona and Finn will come together—but only at the right time. Thanks to her last attempt at matchmaking, many paths were changed and now it’s up to her to put it right. Can she help Finn— who learned the hard way that sharing your life with someone only leads to heartache—get past his doubts? And will the battle-scarred Catriona even accept him into her heart? When Laird Gillean’s attentions toward Catriona become dangerous, both Finn and Tèile will find they have an uphill battle on their hands.
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“I cannae continue on not knowing,” she told him, bringing up a finger to trace circles over the skin she’d just kissed as she rested her cheek against his chest. “I need to know, Finn. I have lived my whole life for others. This night I want to live for myself.”
Thumbs pressed into her cheeks, he lifted her face up and searched her gaze. Had there been doubt or fear, he might have been able to turn her away but only bright need shone from her emerald eyes.
“Aye,” he agreed and unbuckled the belt that held his sword, casting the leather and steel aside. “Tonight is for ye.”
Then he pinned her with his chest against the wall and took her mouth. She was all scrabbling hands and rocking hips. Breathy sighs and feminine moans. He savoured and lapped at her, driven only by the need to bring her pleasure. Thoughts of anything apart from her shapely body and smooth skin drifted away like smoke in the wind. She tasted so damn divine. It forced a note from his throat that sounded vaguely animalistic.
He thrust against her to ease his need but it worsened. A hand to her rear, he clenched and moulded the soft flesh as she nipped his bottom lip and kissed down the side of his neck. Tingles traversed him, made his muscles tense.
Releasing her hair, he used his other hand to hitch up her chemise and robe. Underneath, warm, delicate skin awaited and he gripped her thigh, then moved up until he clasped her bottom. In one movement, he lifted her and she immediately latched her legs around his hips. Her juncture against his arousal was enough to send his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
“By God,” he forced through a parched throat.
He found the arch of her neck with his lips and her fingernails dug into his scalp as he frantically kissed every sweetly fragranced part from her shoulder to her ear. He paused to nip at her lobe, whispering, “For ye, wee lass. All for ye.”
“Aye, oh aye,” she said breathily.
Finn thrust against her—too hard probably—but he had little control over his movements. Her sounds and reactions drove him forward—drove him mad. This little vixen might have been a maiden, but she knew well how her body worked, and how to bring him to the edge.
She slipped a little and he lifted her again, slotting her perfectly against him. He stumbled away from the wall when she tilted herself to kiss him deeply, hands wound tightly in his hair. Arms wrapped about her, Finn maneuvered them into an empty stall and pushed her up against the wall. Katelyn gasped when her back met the wall. Had he been too rough? But her desperate kisses across his face in search of his mouth soothed away his concern.
He lifted her higher until her breasts lined up with his face and he took a stiff peak straight into his mouth, sucking it through the cotton. She cried out and moved both hands to grip his shoulders. He nipped lightly with his teeth, relished the evidence of her desire, before nuzzling his way across to the other breast and paying it the same attention. The loose neckline of her chemise allowed him access to the rise of one breast and he kissed and sucked the supple flesh but it wasn’t enough.