Meet Ophelia London author of Wife for the Weekend.
USA Today bestselling author Ophelia London was born and raised among the redwood trees in beautiful northern California. Once she was fully educated, she decided to settle in Florida, but her car broke down in Texas and she’s lived in Dallas ever since. A cupcake and treadmill aficionado (obviously those things are connected), she spends her time watching arthouse movies and impossibly trashy TV, while living vicariously through the characters in the books she writes. Ophelia is the author of AIMEE & THE HEARTTHROB, the Definitely Maybe, Perfect Kisses and Abby Road series. Visit her books HERE, but don’t call when The Vampire Diaries (or Dawson’s Creek) is on. #PaceyLove
Hi, my name is Ophelia, and I write about romance. I read about romance. I eat, drink, talk and breathe romance. Romance makes me happy. Have I mentioned I love romance? But let’s talk about the writing part.
My newest novel WIFE FOR THE WEEKEND hits all the elements of a standard romance: chemistry galore, private settings, a sassy, likeable chick with a little emotional baggage, and most importantly, a sexy Armani suit-wearing serial dater with a protective streak and cute butt. You’re welcome. All of my stories are heavy on the make out sessions and lovely sexual tension, but light on serious naked time. And sometimes people ask why stick to sweet romances.
Good question. Don’t get me wrong, I have many friends who write the steamier stories, and a lot of their books I really love. But for the dreamy, hopeless romantic in me, the apex isn’t when the hero and heroine tumble into bed. More often, it’s the emotional journey, the first kiss that takes two pages, or the first time they say “I love you.” So sweet, those firsts.
When it comes to my own writing, I’m interesting in telling stories about last loves. The loves that stick. The forever soul mate kinds. The true happily ever afters. Ooh! I get chills thinking about all that love!
Admit it, one of the reasons we adore Jane Austen is because her stories end in a wedding. Darcy and Elizabeth against the world. Case closed. In romance, there’s nothing quite as satisfying as knowing there really doesn’t have to be a next book…we know everything is going to be all right. Love had conquered all and we can go to sleep.
When it comes to contemporary, Katie Fforde is one of my favorite authors. I think what attracts me to her little love stories is, well first of all, they take place in the English countryside (the most charming setting ever!), but mostly because many of them end in a proposal—sometimes these proposals are shouted. Her heroes are bossy in the sexiest way. Look her up; she’s fabulous.
As both a reader and a writer, I’ve been chasing those happily ever afters for as long as I can remember. So, here’s to first loves, last loves, and those of us who are somewhere in between. Until I find my own bossy Mr. Darcy (and he better have a swoony accent!), I’ll keep inventing my own for you to read.
When bad weather closes the airport, free-spirited Jules Bloom finds herself stuck with the admittedly hot but total suit Dexter Elliott. One night and one large pitcher of “Vegas Sunrise” later, Jules wakes up in a hotel bed with a vicious hangover…wearing nothing but a wedding ring.Determined not to ruin his brother's wedding, Dexter strikes a deal with the frustratingly gorgeous Jules to continue their quickie marriage through the weekend. Only she keeps getting under his skin in unexpected ways.Jules has her own reasons for staying married to Dex but they seem less important with each exaggerated touch and staged kiss. But one marriage, one major secret, and two complete opposites don’t add up to a happily ever after…
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