Four Ways Romance Novels Ruined Delaney Diamond’s Life –guest blog and giveaway

4 Ways Romance Novels Ruined My Life

My name is Delaney Diamond, and I’m addicted to romance novels. There, I said it. That was not an easy confession to make. Romance novels have ruined my life, and it all started when I discovered them at the library at the young age of eleven. Damn you, Barbara Cartland! Damn you, Harlequin!
Now, even though I’ve had people turn up their noses and make disparaging remarks when they find out I read them, I can’t stop. In fact, I now push them myself as a romance author. Yes, yes, I know that’s wrong on so many levels. How could I, in good conscious, push the very drug that has caused me to be so addicted? My defense: misery likes company.
How have they ruined my life, you ask? Well, below I list four ways that they have.
1. I long to live in a villa on a private Greek isle married to a billionaire shipping magnate who has forced me to marry him under the most wonderfully unbelievable circumstances ever (thanks, Harlequin Presents).
2. I’m only attracted to men six-foot-three and taller with chiseled jaws, piercing, cold eyes, and hard, muscular bodies and happen to be Latin.
3. I’m also only attracted to men who are wildly successful—no matter what their profession. Whether they are businessmen, cowboys, or shape-shifting Navy seals whose hearts were damaged so badly in their last relationship that they’ve vowed never to let another woman get close. If he’s not on top of his game, I’m not interested.
4. I can’t wait to meet a man who will beat the crap out of anyone who just looks at me because he’s so jealous and possessive and can’t stand the thought that I’d ever look at anyone else, much less let another man touch me. Who cares if that type of assault could get him arrested?
Okay, so I’m sure you know I’m kidding, but people who speak ill of romance novels seem to think we can’t separate fact from fiction. They don’t understand that we understand these are just stories, and we’re perfectly happy with our real life heroes. I also read mysteries and thrillers, but I have no desire to plant myself in the middle of a murder investigation. I’ll let the professionals handle that.
Let’s have a little fun. Do you agree with the list above? How have romance novels ruined your life?

10_4 Cover_The Blind Date_200X300One night changes everything . . . again.
Years ago, when Ryan Stewart saw Shawna Ferguson, it was love at first sight. Unfortunately, he wasn’t a free man, and his deception caused him to lose her after a weekend that changed his life.
When Shawna’s sister and brother-in-law set her up on a blind date, she has no idea it’s with Ryan, with whom she’d spent a weekend she wishes she could forget. She reluctantly agrees to finish the date with him, but doing so leaves her vulnerable to his charms and the heat he ignited in her that very first night.
Enjoy the following excerpt:
Yvonne Wallace looked at Shawna from across the table in the kitchen. They were having breakfast, and as usual, Little Miss Homemaker—as Shawna liked to teasingly call her sister—had set out a feast of homemade raisin bread, butter and homemade jam, scrambled eggs, and fruit cups.
Only two years separated the sisters, but their personalities were as different as black and white. While Shawna had dreamed of opening her own boutique, which she’d accomplished four years ago, Yvonne had dreamed of becoming a wife and mother. At twenty-four she’d married a doctor, and by their second anniversary, she’d quit her job to make that dream a reality. After six years of marriage, they had a four-year-old daughter and two-year-old son, and Yvonne was seven months pregnant with her second son. Taking care of her family and getting ready for the baby filled her days.
Yvonne was one of those people who, because she was happily married, wanted the same for everyone else. She’d found her Mr. Right and claimed he existed for every woman. Shawna knew better. Finding a good man—with whom one was compatible—seemed as unrealistic as finding a diamond mine on her property. Basically, it wasn’t gonna happen, and Shawna had resigned herself to the fact.
Her sister couldn’t seem to understand she was perfectly happy being single, and she kept trying to help Shawna find a man through “chance” meetings and “unexpected” visits when Shawna came to visit her.
When the conversation came up about her paltry dating options, Shawna had a solution. “I’ll hire an escort the next time I need to attend an event with a date.” She shrugged.
“Ew. You will not. No sister of mine is going to pay for a date.”
“There’s nothing nasty about it,” Shawna said. “Lots of women do it nowadays.”
“Desperate women.”
“No. Women who don’t have the time or energy to sift through what’s out there. The companies match you up with someone who has similar interests, you go out, and then you’re done. Bam. No fuss, no muss.”
“Why do that when I have the perfect man for you?”
“I’m not looking for a man.”
Yvonne rolled her eyes. “Okay, whatever. I have the perfect escort for you. Is that better?”
“No offense, but you haven’t exactly done a good job setting me up with the right men in the past.” Shawna pretended to be in deep thought. “Let’s see, remember the guy from your church, Steve, who started singing hymns in the car on the ride back home and prayed for my soul as we stood at the front door?”
“He loves the Lord. What’s wrong with that?”
Shawna narrowed her eyes and continued. “David, who wouldn’t stop talking about his ex-wife the entire night. Our date ended with him crying on my shoulder about how much he missed her.”
“Look at the bright side. You got a free meal, and at least you didn’t waste any more time with him than necessary. One date in and you already knew he was wrong for you.”
“And I can’t forget Nolan. Sexy, suave, rich. What a surprise to see his face on the evening news as the person who’d robbed several banks in the area and left lines of poetry as his trademark. Just think, I can say I dated the Poetry Bandit.”
“Granted, I should have dug a little deeper when he said he worked in banking.”
Shawna sighed. “I know you mean well, but your choice in men leaves me a bit . . . how should I say this? Terrified.” Shawna slathered butter on the bread and bit into a crunchy slice.
“This guy could be right for you, though. I really think the two of you will hit it off.”
“How do you know him?”
“So you’re interested?”
“Answer the question.”
“He’s a friend of William’s.”
The fact that he was one of her brother-in-law’s friends meant he was probably better vetted than the men her sister had introduced her to in the past. Interest piqued, she said, “Tell me about him.”
“I thought you weren’t interested.”
“Would you tell me about him!”
Yvonne giggled, cocky in her triumph. “Like I said, William knows him better, but I’ve also met him, and he’s really nice. You’ll like him.”
“What does he look like?”
“He’s about six feet tall. Great personality, really nice guy.”
Shawna watched her sister closely. She seemed evasive, which made Shawna suspicious. “You mentioned nice twice, but not whether or not he’s attractive. Does he have an eye in the middle of his forehead or something?”
Yvonne waved her hand and snorted, as if to say, don’t be ridiculous. “Of course not.”
“Then what does he look like?”
“Don’t worry, he’s attractive. He’s not your usual type, that’s all. So please don’t do that thing you do.”
“What thing?” Shawna asked, already offended.
“You know that thing you do when you’re trying to cover up your surprise or when you don’t like something—you smile, but it’s this weird, creepy smile. Be open-minded.”
“I don’t do that. And why would I need to be open-minded? What’s wrong with him, Yvonne?” Concern started to set in.
“Nothing. But really, I don’t want to spoil the surprise. Trust your big sister on this one, okay?”


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About the Author: Delaney Diamond writes sweet and sensual romance novels and is the site manager of Romance Novels in Color, where diversity in romance in celebrated. When she’s not reading or writing she’s trying out new recipes or traveling to an interesting locale. Find free reads and the first chapter of all her books at
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  1. Thank you for hosting me!

  2. I loved your four ways that romance novels ruined your life. I must say, I am addicted too. I discovered them at the age of 16, courtesy of Cosmo magazine and their Red Hot Reads section. 😀

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