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Being a super awesome romance writer — if I do say so myself — affords me countless opportunities to ponder love in all its “shades” (ha) and nuances.

During the course of feeding my Pinterest sickness, I stumbled across a super cute graphic that summed up my philosophy about relationships.

It made me smile because that’s how I feel about Mr. Lucy. See, Mr. Lucy is one of those closet funny people. For the most part he appears to be a serious, intelligent, functioning adult. And then he jumps out and smashes you over the head with a joke or an observation or a sarcastic remark when you least expect it. He makes me laugh. Every. Single. Day.

And that’s probably the thing I value most about him: His ability to entertain the ever-living crap out of me. His commitment to honoring what I find funny makes me constantly grateful through giggles.

I read and write romance every day. I’m all about the alpha males who will do anything to protect the women they love. Or the tender-hearted heroes who just need the love of a good woman to heal. Or the sparks-flying, bonfire ignition of opposites attracting.

But what I love about us readers is that, as much as we all love these spicy, sassy stories, we still want a guy who will make us laugh until we’re in danger of peeing our pants. And I know that because that cute graphic was the most popular post on my Facebook page EVER. And I regularly post pictures of hot, shirtless guys. So that’s saying a lot.

So cheers to all of you out there with a fetish for funniness and a hankering for humor. These are the relationships that last forever.

Xoxo,

Lucy

Being a super awesome romance writer — if I do say so myself — affords me countless opportunities to ponder love in all its “shades” (ha) and nuances.

During the course of feeding my Pinterest sickness, I stumbled across a super cute graphic that summed up my philosophy about relationships.

It made me smile because that’s how I feel about Mr. Lucy. See, Mr. Lucy is one of those closet funny people. For the most part he appears to be a serious, intelligent, functioning adult. And then he jumps out and smashes you over the head with a joke or an observation or a sarcastic remark when you least expect it. He makes me laugh. Every. Single. Day.

And that’s probably the thing I value most about him: His ability to entertain the ever-living crap out of me. His commitment to honoring what I find funny makes me constantly grateful through giggles.

I read and write romance every day. I’m all about the alpha males who will do anything to protect the women they love. Or the tender-hearted heroes who just need the love of a good woman to heal. Or the sparks-flying, bonfire ignition of opposites attracting.

But what I love about us readers is that, as much as we all love these spicy, sassy stories, we still want a guy who will make us laugh until we’re in danger of peeing our pants. And I know that because that cute graphic was the most popular post on my Facebook page EVER. And I regularly post pictures of hot, shirtless guys. So that’s saying a lot.

So cheers to all of you out there with a fetish for funniness and a hankering for humor. These are the relationships that last forever.

Xoxo,

Lucy

Let the celebration begin! Beckett Pierce’s story has officially entered the editing process, which means – barring any notes from the publisher that say “Worst book ever. You need to go get a day job,” – you’ll be reading it at the end of April!

This is the part of the writing process where I go into my little coma and don’t write for a bit. I’ll read the 137 books that have piled up on my desk, binge watch something on Netflix (I’m dangerously close to finding out who Gossip Girl really is!!), and tackle some kind of home organizational project that has been irking me since I started the last book.

 

The writing process for me is a roller coaster of emotion … and eating. There are days when it goes so well, I feel like a professional. Then there’s days where I’m convinced that I’m writing gibberish that wouldn’t even sound good if someone read it with a British accent.

I thought I’d give you a little peek into my brain and how it functions while writing a book. There are several confusing, nonsensical stages:

 Idea: In this stage, an idea careens into my head and I fall in love with it, convinced that it’s genius and beautiful and romantic and exciting. In Pretend You’re Mine, it was the scene where Luke comes back from deployment. I built the rest of the book around that.
Outlining: This is a new, yet very important stage for me. I don’t know how my first two books weren’t complete disasters without an outline. During this stage I try to map out all the important parts, how they meet, what the conflict is, how many sexy times there are, and how they get to happily ever after.
Writing: This stage goes something like this. OMG, this is amazing. I would totally read this! Wait, that’s a huge plot hole. How am I going to fix that? I don’t really like this character right now. Oh, that’s funny/sweet/hot! I’m back in the game! What’s another word for walked/said/smiled/sighed? How many sex scenes is too many? I’m hungry. Why does the cat want out AGAIN? There’s no way I’m hitting 3,000 words today. How do you spell _____? I’m thirsty. Ugh, this scene is so boring! The readers are going to hate this. Or wait, will they love it? Is this even good anymore? I’m so confused … and hungry. Agh! I’ve been writing for 42 minutes … FOREVER! This goes on for between eight to ten weeks.
More Writing: Even with a carefully crafted outline, new scenes and sub-plots pop into my head constantly. So I’ve got to incorporate them into the framework and make sure they don’t destroy the entire storyline. This happens concurrently with stage 3 over the course of eight or ten weeks.
The Last Week: Once I glimpse the light at the end of the tunnel, I run for it. Or rather I slowly drag my bruised and battered brain toward the finish line. I skip grocery shopping, the gym, showering … It’s not pretty. But when I’m done …
The Four-Second Celebration: OMG! I wrote another book! I’m amaz— Oh, crap. I have to edit it now?

Once the writing part is done, the book undergoes close scrutiny by my publisher Aubrey, Mr. Lucy, a few beta readers, and my eagle-eyed proofreader. I am forever grateful for those eyeballs. They save me and my past English teachers considerable embarrassment.

In the immortal words of Chevy Chase in National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation, it’s all part of the experience.

So, there you have it. My writing process. Or as I like to call it, my Writing Hot Mess. Keep an eye out for the second Pierce Brothers Book at the end of April. Beckett and Gia are sweet, sexy, and very spicy! If you haven’t read Carter and Summer’s story No More Secrets, check it out on Amazon. Happy reading!

xoxo,

Lucy

P.S. Now, who wants to help me organize my closet?

I freaking love love. Granted, you kind of have to in order to write romance novels. It’s a prerequisite. But even if I wasn’t a writer of romance, I’d still love love.

I hit the love lottery with Mr. Lucy. Growing up reading romance novels gave me some pretty lofty expectations when it came to relationships and Mr. Lucy has surpassed those expectations! So when a reader tells me she wishes that the men in my book were real, I tell her they are and I mean it.

When you have a great source of love in your life it makes you more sensitive to recognizing it in other forms. You’ll find it in any soul that makes you feel like you’re home, no matter where you are.

You’ll find love in the way…

Your mom rolls her eyes when you tell a funny family story that wasn’t funny when it happened.
Your dog sighs and falls asleep in your lap when you finally sit down at the end of the day
Your heart feels happy after reading a beautiful story.
Your face hurts from laughing with your best friend.
Your grandparents hold hands when they think no one is looking.
A kid’s face lights up when he asks you to watch him (somersault, take a big bite of pizza, jump into the pool) and you do.
Your neighbor shovels the snow from your walk or drops off a casserole when they know you could use an extra hand.

It’s all love. And that’s what I enjoy writing about. Big, messy families, crazy neighbors, poorly behaved pets, and heroes and heroines who have finally found each other.

My Valentine’s Day wish for you, dear reader, is that you feel loved today. Even if it’s just from me! Thank you for reading, for reaching out, for sharing my books with your friends. Thank you especially for telling me that the stories and characters who hold my heart also hold yours.

I’ll leave you with this picture of two of my favorite Valentine’s. My grandparents.

Happy Valentine’s Day to you.

xoxo,

Lucy