FACT vs. FICTION
Have you ever noticed guys in books are so much nicer than guys in real life?
I have. Even most fictional ‘bad boys’ are nicer than my guys.
Maybe I’ve just been unlucky, but seriously, my real life guys don’t ‘meet the mustard’, as Grams would say, when compared to romantic heroes.
For this blog, I asked my readers to give me one-liners about Trent
I then compare those comments to my two guys who made the biggest impression on my tender heart:
My Jerk Ex (psychopath) and my SM (soulmate). I want to see if Trent turns out better or worse than reality.
I know there is good in you so quit being a douche
- Hailey Williams
There was a lot of good in SM, but calling me into our bedroom and telling me he may have found someone he liked more than me. He wasn’t sure yet, so could I stick around until he figured it out.
Now to my thinking that was a royal douche move and said wonders about his ego-centric view of life.
On occasion I’d glimpse goodness in Jerk, but trying to kill me 3 times for my life insurance policy was a triple douche move.
And the round 1 goes to: Trent Lancaster for being a lesser douche bag than reality.
He wants to be a nice guy but doesn’t know how so he keeps screwing up. – Nancy Goodman
Round 2 goes to SM for being Nicest. He was 95% nice, Trent’s only 80% nice. Jerk was 2% nice.
He is a guy with issues, but does not WANT to admit the issues exist at all!- Patty Hammond
SM never admitted to any flaws.
Jerk knew he had issues and blamed others for their existence like Trent does.
While Trent can’t see areas that need improved until Carrie points them out, with enough time, he will own up to them. Not the case with my real guys.
Round 3 goes to Trent? Cripes!
Trent reminds me of an Ostrich who has his head buried so far in the sand he can’t see anything past the tip of his nose- Melissa Kendell
The most likely to pull his head out of the sand and see reality: All three fail this one.
The most conflicted person in this century. – Ella Quinn
SM is definitely more conflicted in Love. But otherwise he was a steady, reliable guy. He’s been a great friend.
Being psychotic, Jerk is not conflicted in the least. In his demented brain, all his actions are logical.
Round 5 goes to…Houston, we’ve got a problem. I refuse to give this round to Jerk.
The truth is that I would appreciate a killer feeling some conflict before he takes my life even if it’s only: ‘Think of the books she won’t write after I kill her. Darn, I really like her books. Maybe I shouldn’t…’
Thus ends my evaluation of Fact vs. Fiction.
To my surprise, this comparison improved my view of Trent. I was happy to find Trent is more like my SM than my psychotic Ex. Trent has a great deal of goodness within him, but the question is can it overcome the ego-centric world he lives in.
Carrie is a fabulous person and deserves to be loved by the best of romance heroes. Certainly better than the Trent we met in book One.
Still, Trent improved remarkably during Worst Week Ever. Can he make further improvements in book 2: Oh Stupid Heart?
To find out, read the book.
Oh Stupid Heart
Book Two of: A Long Road To Love
Humorous Contemporary Disaster Romance
Carrie Hanson is in love with a different species: Trent, a pampered, uber-rich socialite who’s also her boss. Everyone keeps telling her it’s a train wreck looking to happen, but her heart wants what it wants. So despite the billion and one reasons not to, Carrie commits to this inter-species relationship. But while she’s off being trained for her new job responsibilities, a beautiful ex fiancée is working hard to get Trent back and Carrie fired.
Carrie Hanson couldn’t believe it. Her four year sex-drought was about to end. She shivered in anticipation until a sinking dread over came her. Oh God, what if I’ve forgotten what to do?
Please God, let this be like riding a bike.
Trent pulled back from their kiss and studied her, his brow furrowed. “Are you cold?” He reached across her bed and tugged the edge of the comforter over her, tucking the fabric beneath her body so she became a human corndog.
She wiggled out of captivity and scooted across the bed, closer to him. “I’m fine. I’m just happy our horrible week is over and we can start anew. This time not as boss and an employee, but best friends who love each other.
Trent pulled her to his chest and kissed her. She opened her mouth to his and met his tongue with her own, determined to give as good as she got. His soft groan inspired her to do more.
She unbuttoned the waistband of his suit pants and slipped her hand beneath his boxers, determined to move matters along and end her drought forever. He broke their kiss and his hands captured hers.
He didn’t want her?
She turned away, mortified with shame…and confused. Why the hell had he kissed so provocatively if he didn’t want to make love to her? She tucked her head, so he wouldn’t read all the emotions bouncing about her confused head right now, but he forced her chin upward, his dark eyes somber and concerned.
“Carrie, I have screwed up every relationship I’ve ever been in. I think part of the problem is I gravitated to glamour girls with no brain and no personality, but I would have realized that if I had just taken a moment to talk to them first.”
This was the stupidest excuse she’d ever heard. “We’ve known each other for two years, in which time I’ve certainly established I’m not a glamour girl.”
He chuckled and nodded.
Her eyes narrowed and a low growl emitted from her chest. “You don’t have to be so quick to agree.”
“But you aren’t. You’re not an image of beauty, you’re the real thing. While I have no complaints about your small, but perfect body, silky long brown hair, and gorgeous green eyes, your real beauty comes from inside. When you smile I feel like I’m standing before an angel of joy.”
Now she saw where his thoughts headed. He didn’t want to make love to an angel. She recalled Elvis Presley did something this crazy. He refused to touch his wife after she bore him a child because he couldn’t make love to a mother.
She pulled her hand from his and gripped his shirt as she stared sternly into his eyes. “Do not go Elvis Presley on me. I am not an angel. I’m a small, catastrophe-prone woman who wants to make love to you.”
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Liza lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels. She loves to create interesting characters, set them loose, and scribe what happens.
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