Welcome to week 38 of the 52-week MFRW blog hop – The Best of Each Season.
From a romance author’s perspective, there are a few things that can be a plus to each season.
IF we go into the way back machine, back to when I got married, not quite as far back as the stone age. . . it was the thing to be a June bride.
I can see why brides choose each season and weddings aren’t just on Saturdays anymore. For the same reasons, I can see why an author would choose a certain season to convey a mood or feeling throughout their book.
A chill in the air, frost on the window, those wonderful fur muffs, snow, horse drawn sleighs or carriages, and blazing fires in a fireplace are all perks to even the harshest winter days. I read a romance book that was essentially the couple being stuck in a cabin together for a few days after an avalanche.
Fresh flowers, bright green grass, lilacs, budding trees, warming temperatures – I have been to beautiful weddings that took place in a botanical garden, surrounded by blossoms. There is nothing quite like the smell just after a rain, with new grass and a light breeze.
Less clothes! Swimming, beaches, swimwear – the perfect setting for a tropical romance, or stranded on an island together. Notice they are never on a northern island with Inuits? Because that isn’t sexy! Stranded on a tropical island with shreds of what were your clothes, stripped down to bra and panties and maybe the shreds of a skirt, seeking shelter together in your make shift hut made out of banana leaves. . . I can picture this one now.
Oh, the gorgeous colors of fall. My god daughter was married in September, with beautiful fall colors.
In my book Roxy Sings the Blues, things come to a climax during the fall. I used to love hiking and plan to get back to it as I drop more weight. Roxy has an accident on a hiking trail that changes everything. If you close your eyes, you can almost smell the crisp crackling falling leaves after a cold rain. This is the perfect time for mulled cider, that pumpkin spice cappuccino, and fresh apple pie! Food, after all, is an aphrodisiac.
What appeals to you about each season?
Write on my friends, write on!