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Showing posts with label Harlequin Presents. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Harlequin Presents. Show all posts
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Guilty Pleasures: Harlequin Presents
When I was about ten or eleven years old, I discovered Harlequin Presents. I don't really remember how. I might have been trolling the front of the Coliseum bookstore or the racks of book at Woolworth's (remember them?). I do know that once I read my first HP, I couldn't stop. I used to devour them the way I still devour Twizzlers (Seriously if I have a bag I can't eat just one, especially chocolate Twizzlers). They were the first romances that I ever read, and I read them primarily because there was a hint of sex in them. This was before I discovered Dell Candlelight Ecstasy's which were more graphic.
Each month, I would take my allowance, go down to the bookstore and buy the entire line of books which were about 6 a month I think even back then. I adored Janet Daily's books because she was the only author at the time who was American. She set each of her HP's in a different state, eventually ending up in the Guiness Book of World Records for her feat. But it was the ones that were set in England that I adored. Dark, brooding heroes, young heroines, I was so sure the minute that I set foot in England I would find my own HP hero (Didn't exactly happen like that although one of my dearest friends, who is English, actually looks like an HP hero come to life but I met him in NY doing a play.)
The plots usually involved a much older hero, who seduces, blackmails etc. the heroine into marrying him. Generally because her father/brother is embezzling from the hero's company to pay for his wife/mother/grlfriend's surgery. Once I read one where the heroine had a brain tumor and was taking a world cruise and she met the hero who of course was a neurosurgeon. He performed surgery, I kid you not, on board the ship. Can you magine Doc from The Love Boat doing that? Over the years, I stopped reading Harlequin Presents as I became enamored of other category series, Silhouette Desire, Harlequin Temptation, Blaze, Loveswept. Finally I stopped reading category altogether apart from my friends who write it. The books seemed so formulaic and I got tired of cowboys, amnesia, and secret babies. I read mainly mysteries, historical fiction, biographies, chick-lit and historical and contemporary romance. Everything but category and particularly Harlequin Presents.
The titles were cheesy, HER PREGNANCY OF REVENGE, THE SHEIKH'S IMPATIENT VIRGIN, HIS MISTRESS FOR A MILLION. And they were so easy to parody. Google The Unseemly Tall Greek Billionaire's Virgin Secretary's Martyr Complex and you'll see what I mean. They had the same white covers though whereas every other Harlequin series has had a makeover. For some reason though, I've found myself drawn to them again. I blame Julie Cohen and Eloisa James. Eloisa has written about her love for Harlequin Presents and I discovered Julie's books when they reprinted here in the US (They were first published as Modern Heat in the UK and HP Extra here).
I've discovered authors like Marion Lennox, Kate Hardy, Ally Blake, India Grey, Susan Napier and one of my favorites Jane Porter I still cringe at the covers and I don't read the ones where the hero is a sheik or the heroine isn't feisty and gives the hero as hard of a time as he does her. I find them comfortingly retro. The heroes are still tall, dark, Alpha Males who brood and are dangerous. They are almost always foreign, billionaires or royalty. The settings are usually exotic locales, mainly in the Mediterranean. They are glitzy and glamorous, a Judith Krantz or Jilly Cooper novel shrunk to fit 182 pages. They take me back to my days when I was an awkward pre-teen who had crushes on Parker Stevenson of The Hardy Boys and Harrison Ford. Although I don't write category, HP are the only ones (along with Desire) that I would want to write for. Seriously, I have thought of writing THE RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE'S PISSED OFF PREGNANT MISTRESS. I even have a pseudonym picked out.
Right now, I'm reading Caitlin Crews PURE PRINCESS, BARTERED BRIDE and loving it. The hero is Luc Garnier, who has been burned by the scandalous lives of his parents. He's determined to marry a woman with a spotless reputation. Because he's rich, he's able to buy the heir to the throne of Miravakia, Princess Gabrielle. He's ruthless, and mean but she's determined not to let him crush her. After their wedding, she flees to LA, where he finds her and makes mad, passionate love to her repeatedly. Of course, there is a terrible misunderstanding and it makes total sense within the context of the book and is actually pretty cool. I will definitely buy any book that she writes.
Some web-sites to peruse: http://www.iheartpresents.com/ and http://sensationalromance.blogspot.com/
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Harlequin Presents
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
Where are the Swedish Billionaires?
I was just looking through the July titles for Harlequin Presents, and I realized something. Where are all the Scandinavians?Seriously, we have the Italian's Secret Baby, The Sheikh's Blackmailed Mistress, The Sicilian's Ruthless Revenge, The Greek Tycoon's Convenient Wife, Under the Italian's Command, and the Australian Millionaire's Love-Child. Not a Swede, a Dane, a Norwegian, among them. Is Harlequin prejudiced against the Scandinavians? Or do readers just not think men named Thor or Sven are sexy?
Why not have the Swedish Billionaire's Convenient Mistress? After all Sweden is full of good-looking people. I think you have to leave the country, if you are Swedish and you are not good-looking. Sweden has a monarchy (as does Denmark and Norway), they fjords, and lakes and the sun shines until like midnight during the summer.
Why not have a story about a billionaire who owns the meatball franchise at Ikea? Or cornered the market in pickled herring. After all Sweden has given us Absolut, Ikea, ABBA, Ace of Base, Ingmar Bergman and Ingrid Bergman and lots of other stuff.
And there are also known Russians in Harlequin Presents either. Now that communism is dead, and they've all embraced capitalism (and the mafia) why not a book about Boris or Misha, the handsome billionaire who made his money importing frozen orange juice (seriously a guy made millions doing this), he can take the heroine to his dacha or to the ballet, showing off the beauty that is St. Petersberg. Aren't Russians romantic and sexy either? Who remembers Artur Dimitriev, the figure skater, with his shirts open to the waist, or the love story of Sergei and Katya Grinkov?
Why must every book be about Greeks, Italians, Sheiks, South American billionaires or Brits?
Come on, let's give some love to some other nationalities!
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Swedes are People too
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