Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Love like Twilight

We all have been there. One day we are having romantic dinners for two and the next day we are wandering down the frozen food aisle looking at Lean Cuisine for one. It sucks! Come on…I hear a deep sigh from the wounded…those memories haunt us and inspire us to keep looking for “ the one.”

We are the happiest when we are in love and for most it doesn’t come easy. How many times do we try to get it right? Don’t ask me because I’ll be embarrassed! Very few get it right the first time. I’m going to self diagnose here, something that I have gotten better at in my old age.

Our first concept of love comes from our family, but mine never were openly demonstrative in that department. Sure, my mother took good care of us and my dad worked hard to provide for us all. I was the oldest of six girls. That’s right, six! My parents never showed open affection to each other or to us. I never saw them hug, kiss or even hold hands. They were shy, reserved and quiet and I was also like that in my early years. I yearned though for the affection of just hearing someone say I love you.

So, I first found love in the form of a small wiggly puppy. Yep, my first love was dogs. Many times they were my only friends. You can always love just one more dog! Whenever I have lost a beloved pet I tell myself I don’t want another one, but have I only loved one dog? Of course not, I’ve had many and I’ve loved them all.

My second love was teen idols! I’m sorry, but I have to be honest here. I grew up in the seventies. I’m talking about bell-bottoms, rock and roll music and Elvis.

My third concept of love was from television shows. I Love Lucy,  Leave it to Beaver, The Dick Van Dyke Show. Everyone wanted parents like that!

My fourth concept of love was books! Glorious, exciting, mesmerizing books! When I was in second grade my teacher took me to the library and I fell under the spell of The Little Princess, by Francis Hodgins Burnette, who also wrote The Secret Garden.

Later, I became totally spellbound by romance novels. It was Barbara Cartland, Grace Livingston Hill and currently Stephanie Meyers. Their words of romance and ideals of love spoke to my heart.

 Yes, I have read all of the Twilight books by Stephanie Meyers. Amazon deemed her book Twilight, the best book of the decade. It was kind of weird that teenage daughters and their mothers and even grandmothers all were under the Twilight spell.

What was all the fuss about? It was never about Edward or Jacob or even the real life actors for me…sorry Rob! It was the concept of a forever love. It thrilled me, lifted me and gave me back my dreams of knowing that kind of love. We all want a love like Twilight!

So much so, that I wrote my own paranormal romance called Radiance:Love after Death. Marena Jacobs was not your typical kind of heroine. She was overweight, divorced and a workaholic.
Her life is about to change one night in ways she never imagined. She fell in love with the man of her dreams after she died. ~
Something more happened to her in those seconds she passed from life to death. Waking up from a coma three months later, bits and pieces come back to her and it is more fantastic that she ever imagined…so much so, she thinks she may have lost her mind. The truth however, stands in front of her and he’s over six feet tall and not going to take no for an answer!

Author Bio:
Debra Jayne East was born the oldest of six girls in Martinsville, Virginia. For as long as she could remember, she loved to keep journals, write poetry and short stories. She researched her family tree and suddenly she understood why. Her distant relative, Violet Florence Martin was an Irish author, born in 1862, who wrote under the pen name of Martin Ross in the late 19th and early 20th
Learning about her heritage encouraged her to follow her dreams of being a writer.

Where to find me:                                  
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1 comment:

  1. Does agape love count? Sometimes there is a problem when romantic love trumps agape. At least, it was a huge problem in my life. ;-)