Author's feelings on Love Triangles in romances
Love triangles, lover quarrels and sexual tension, oh my! Love triangles are a writer's dream story. First off, who can turn down reading/writing a book with two characters fighting over one seemingly tragic character? The goal in a book is to somehow or another to relate the reader to the character, even if the situations are few and far between. Well, in life, most everyone has been involved in a love triangle. Don’t lie! You know you have! One woman being fought over by two men or two women clawing each other’s eyes out for prince charming. A love triangle has all the qualities for an interesting read like drama, hard choices, sex appeal and suspense. Did someone say scandalous? Yes ma’am! Give us the scandal, because we secretly want to be part of it. Everyone quietly pretends to be the heroine, waiting for the hero to come rescue her. This is how we relate to the characters. We like to feel the tension, make the hard decisions and embrace the love that is evitable to end in tragedy. Love makes you do crazy things… and I do mean crazy! We’ve stalked our lover (inspired by true events in Flesh and Feathers), we’ve driven miles away to be with them, we’ve even stood on a table in the center of a restaurant to announce our love for them. (Okay, neither of us have technically done that last one.) So when you have feelings that are that strong for two loves, the torn emotion is infectious. The best part of love triangle is that the two characters fighting for the win are usually always complete opposites. One will be winsome and romantic, and then the other will be a bad, sexy and a rebel. And who wants to choose between that? It’s like having the best of both worlds. Have you ever been curled up in your bed, so deep in your book that you are smiling and giggling uncontrollably? Then your partner shakes you on the shoulder and says, “Whatcha doing honey?” Automatically you get defense. “Nothing! Why do you ask?” This is why we want love triangles! They are our escape into a world we want to live in… even if it’s only for a little while.
I opened my eyes, and I could see of all the shades of blue that made his eyes so brilliant. They twisted and interlocked, creating the most vibrant color. He leaned towards me, and I felt my legs weak and wanting to give way. He held my gaze, and I wanted so badly to look away; this was not something I was ready for. Finally, his lips were within an inch of mine. I forced my eyes closed as he whispered, “Azaleigh.” He pressed his lips zealously to mine. With each supple kiss, my lips fell in perfect formation. A surge of heat rushed through me. His hands reached up cupping my jaw line on each side, holding me in place. His last kiss gently pulled at my top lip and softly let go. He lingered inches from my face. I stood there with my eyes closed. I was too petrified to open them. I felt his thumb brush across my cheek in reassurance. I couldn’t speak. I was afraid my words would dissolve the moment, and I would never get the magic back again. But like all great things, the end was inevitable.