You won't read about Lily Drake knowing the moment she laid eyes on a man that he was her "destiny" or some crap like that. I don't believe in it. In fact, I scoff at it. Romance novels like that do one thing in my opinion - they set women up for failure, they give them some false idea of what to expect. Ladies, I hate to break it to you, but your prince probably isn't coming. However, if anyone out there actually has a soulmate or experienced love at first sight, I'd love to be proven wrong (okay that so isn't true, because I will argue science over that junk every single time). 'True Love' is like Bigfoot. People go out looking for it, even chasing it, but fact of the matter is - it's not real and all your end up with is disappointment and maybe some crap on your shoe..
So now that I may have alienated my target audience, give me a chance to explain and win you back over.
What I do believe in is the type of love where you find someone that you can tolerate. Someone you can put up with for a long time even. Maybe until you die. I believe in some people being able to find a person that they can still smile at even though that person is no longer physically attractive, has long nose and ear hair, got fat, saggy and even farts on occasion. I believe it is entirely possible that we may be able to find a partner who we can grow old with, watch re-runs on television and not think about killing that often. To me, that is special. It's rare. It's better than finding a soulmate, because (I will reiterate here again) that isn't real. It's a fairy tale. Let's get some real expectations.
I'll give you an example... Years ago, I went to the movies to watch "Titanic." As most of the other females in the audience sighed and remarked on the sad love story, I was inwardly screaming at Kate Winslet to not be stupid - marry the rich guy and for goodness' sake, "Don't jump back on that sinking ship, you idiot!!!!" See - I'm a real romantic. But things eventually changed. Some time passed. I later married my husband, and while flipping through channels the other day, I see that movie playing. I remembered my initial response, and then I realize the unthinkable. I'm a romantic now. Well, in my own sort of way. I'd jump back on that ship for my hubs... and we'd step on every neck we had to and get off, surviving by making a raft of corpses tied together if need be. 'Cause that's who we are. Two peas in a twisted, cracked and somewhat sociopathic pod. We may not be soulmates or fated to be together like all the stories and fairy tales tell, but we are real.
We are the crap love stories should be written about. So I write them, in my own little way. You won't read about some swooning idiots with rose petals and all that jazz, but do you really want to?