When I signed up for this Decadent Publishing "Give A Reader A Reader" giveaway a few months ago, I knew I was going to write a blog post about why I think there should be more Latinas as heroines in contemporary and erotic romance novels.
I even started jotting down some notes. First, I'd cite numerous examples of famous Latina role models in business and entertainment. I'd talk about this past U.S. presidential election and the role of Latina activists in the outcome. Another justification I'd use would be the recent explosion of Latina blogueras (bloggers) and the growing LATISM (Latinos In Social Media) movement.
Yes, I had my blog post practically written.
Then Jenni Rivera died.
Suddenly, I decided I didn't need facts and figures. All I needed to do was tell her story. Because if there was ever one example of why Latinas deserved to be heroines in romance novels (and other genres), it was this woman.
In case you don't know, Jenni Rivera was a Mexican-American superstar who died this past Sunday when her plane crashed into a Mexican field.
But Jenni Rivera was more than just a singer who sold millions of records. She was the embodiment of triumph and tragedy, success and struggle. She came from very little and worked her butt off to build an empire that expanded into fashion, real estate and television.
Yes, despite all of her achievements and wealth, there was still one thing she just couldn't get quite right: love.
She was a mother at the age of 15 and later went on to divorce three husbands. Her fans across the world could relate to her songs filled with lyrics about heartbreak and overcoming obstacles. They adored the fact that she was just like them and she gave them hope. Jenni Rivera was someone to admire and root for. To millions of Latinas, she was their beloved heroine. They wanted to see her get her happily ever after. And now they mourn the fact that she never will.
I guess when it comes down to it, Latinas deserve to be heroines in romance novels simply because they are women. They have issues with their mothers and their boyfriends. They try to juggle their careers and family committments. They can be CEOs or princesses or both. And whether these heorines are superstars like Jenni Rivera or former geeks like Magdelena, from my book REUNITED, I know there will be a woman out there who will read their story and think, "If she can do it, so can I."
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ABOUT REUNITED...What would you do if you had the chance to sleep with your unrequited high school crush?
If you’re former geek Magdelena Cruz, you’d do him in a heartbeat. But you’d lie about your true identity first and hope your new sexy persona is enough to create a night neither of you will forget.
Workaholic assistant DA Will Hudson doesn’t have time for a love life. Expecting to scratch an itch with a willing stranger, he signs up for Madame Evangeline’s 1Night Stand experience. He has no idea that his date is no stranger.
A reunion between two classmates will be hotter than the scorching Las Vegas sun. But will the heat be enough to spark something deeper, or will they both end up getting burned by Magdelena’s charade?
Standing in front of the door to the suite, she let the magnitude of the moment sink in. All logic and practicality fled. She’d left both back at home with her pocket protector and sensible shoes. The situation called for her to be impulsive, daring and confident.
If you are, then he will finally be yours….
She smoothed her dress, adjusted her bra, and blew into her hand for a breath check. Satisfied, she slid her key card into the slot and pushed the door open.
A blaring TV welcomed her. Not that she expected a violin serenade, but she hadn’t planned on competing with a basketball game for her date’s attention. She frowned.
“Pass the ball, you idiot!” Will shouted.
Tingling from head to toe at the sound of his voice, she released a slow breath.
It’s now or never, Magdelena.
“Hello?” she called.
The TV turned off instantly. A second later, he walked into her view.
Her throat tightened.
The years had been good to him. No, they’d been great to him. Although she’d seen pictures on the alumni website, they didn’t do him justice. Every visible inch of his body appeared chiseled from stone. A dark gray shirt and black slacks perfectly accentuated every muscle. He wore his dark hair shorter than she’d seen in the photos, but his blue eyes were more piercing than ever. He looked her over, settling on her cleavage and her nipples that had come to attention the minute she saw him. Then he raised his eyes to meet hers.
“Hello, Elena.” His deep voice lit her soul on fire.
He doesn’t recognize me. This plan might work after all.