The ABCs of Erotica

Today on my blog I am hosting multi-published author Tricia Schneider! She traces her journey from reader to writer.


Do you remember the first time you were seduced by a book? The first time you realized you weren’t simply a reader, but an avid reader? I’ve been addicted to reading since my mother introduced me to Dr. Seuss books when I was a child. There was something magical about the day when I realized I didn’t need my mother to read books to me anymore, that I could read them all by myself! Suddenly books previously filled with hidden secrets were revealed to me, I became a master at deciphering the code the letters on these pages made. The library became my best friend, where I could lose myself in shelves of mystery and adventure, and eventually romance.

Like many, many others, I fell in love with the romance genre. I was just a teenager when I discovered my very first Harlequin Historical novel entitled The Romance of the Rose by Claire Delacroix. What magical romance that book contained! Suddenly, I realized that all of the young adult books I had consumed up until then were sadly lacking in the relationship department. Certainly, I read a few where the girl got the guy and he took her to the prom. But, I never read about what happened after the prom!

The delicate intricacies of the relationship between the hero and heroine can best be discovered in a romance novel. Whether the bedroom door remains open or closed, the emotional rollercoaster ride keeps you suspended until the end. Will they get together? Will they surpass those seemingly insurmountable obstacles in their path to finally, at last, be together? The journey the characters make from page one until ‘the end’ keeps me entertained and devoted to my romance novels.

And I’ve had the wonderful opportunity to have read hundreds of these delightful romantic romps! (Working for several years in a bookstore revealed a wide realm of new authors and new books!) I’ve collected books written by my favorite authors, such as Lynn Kurland, Gayle Wilson, Deborah Cooke, Sandra Hill, Maggie Shayne, Deborah Simmons, Julia Quinn, and Katie Macalister just to name a few. These are authors that I will buy whether I know the synopsis of their newest release or not. I’ve been pleasantly pleased by their books in the past and I have faith they will continue to deliver the same exciting romance that I love.

Of course, for some of us, at one point in our journey to the bookshelves to find that next unputdownable novel, we begin to imagine our own untold stories. Suddenly, characters become alive in our brains and speak to us! We are compelled to write their stories down. To learn about them, their relationships, their goals, their passions, their road blocks and how they overcome them. At that point, we’ve crossed the threshold from avid reader to writer! What an incredible adventure that becomes!

And shortly after reading The Romance of the Rose, my own characters began speaking to me, begging for me to write about the story of their romantic path to happily-ever-after. Happily, I’ve been writing romance ever since!

To discover the romantic adventures my characters have taken with me, visit my website or my publisher, The Wild Rose Press.

Here’s a tiny taste from The Witch and the Vampire:

Melora Merriweather is searching for a fellow witch to protect her from a scheming uncle with plans of marriage. When her carriage overturns on her journey, she is rescued by a mysterious man whom she learns is the very person she seeks. But, he’s not the witch she thought he was…

Sebastian Collins should have left for London days ago. Now a snowstorm has trapped him with a woman who has come seeking protection, a woman who intrigues him like no other. And with each passing hour, his hunger for her grows…hunger for her kiss, her caress, and her blood.


“You are Sebastian Collins? Of Caldwell House?” she asked. Had she made some horrible mistake? Who knew how old this letter might be? There had been no date written on any of them. Could this have come from a previous owner of the single address she had managed to discover leading her here? But, no, it could not be possible. Her dreams never misled her.

“Indeed, I am,” he answered, relieving her fears. He paused briefly, and then continued, “But there is no Mrs. Collins.”

Comprehension dawned. The blush of embarrassment and dread crept up her neck. To her surprise, Mr. Collins stiffened in agitation.

“I-I am truly sorry,” she stated, suddenly understanding his reaction. At least, now it made sense why Mrs. Collins never entered her dreams. “I had not realized she had passed. I apologize for the grief I have surely inflicted on you.”

“No, no,” he said, with a shake of his head. He appeared to have difficulty speaking for a moment until at last, with a deep breath, he reclaimed his composure. Still, he kept his eyes cast down, toward the fire. “You fail to understand. I have never married.”

Melora stared at him. Confused, she looked again at the letter in her hand. “But the letters…?”

This time, his head snapped up, and he looked in her direction. She inhaled sharply at the sight of his light blue eyes staring at her. Into her. Through her. Sharp. Piercing. As if he searched her soul for the answers to his questions.

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