The other day my husband and I were talking about cover art, and, truth be told, we were snickering about Harlequin romance cover art. How the guy is always half-dressed. How he’s always buff, and “manly.” And how she is always facing away from him, and her eyes are closed (or close to being closed).
You know the cheesy art I’m talking about.
So we snickered, and then he said, “The women always look like they’re going to fall asleep.”
And then, we came up with the idea for:
It would be uproariously funny to find a romance where the heroine falls asleep at inopportune times — including those particular times of passion! She would fall asleep during dinner. She’d fall asleep in his car…. and wake up in his bed. She’d fall asleep in the middle of the classic argument. And, at the end, she’d fall asleep in his arms after having exchanged “I love you’s” with her man (and he would love her despite her sleepy tendencies).
So, there you have it. Narcoleptic Romance. A new sub-genre.
Romance writers: I triple-dog dare you.