(Liza thinks space towels are inherently funny)
Today, I've invited over an expert in Humor and Romance. As you know, 80% of readers think I am hilarious, and the other 20% thinks I'm not funny in the least. So I invited Tara Quan to share her take on humor.
Now behave and read quietly, please.
On Humor and Romance
I’d
like to thank Liza for having me over today. We ran into each other on
Facebook, and I’m very excited to check out her little spot on the Internet.
Writing
a post apocalyptic romance lends itself to some dark themes, but I’m a firm believer
in humor. No matter how dangerous the situation, I try to find ways for my
characters to make each other laugh. Liking someone is, after all, the basis of
loving someone, and no relationship would last without the occasional giggle
and smile.
I’ve
read countless books that have made my heart ache, that left me in tears as I
follow characters down torturous paths. What keeps me reading, what makes me
root for the happily ever after, are the moments when those same characters
manage to bring a twinkle to each other’s eye.
After
all, without a touch of humor, their romance wouldn’t be quite as fun.
And here's a bit of info about Tara's latest book:
Catching Red
Scarlet
“Red” Ryding is on a mission. To prevent mass suicide, she must fulfill her
grandmother’s evil wishes and return posthaste. With knives in hand, she dives
headfirst into an abandoned hospital full of zombies. But after getting trapped
within, she is forced to accept help from the world’s most dangerous predator—a
man.
Covert
Agent Marcus Woodsman received strict instructions against interfering in the
affairs of nomads. As a spy for the Federal Military Agency, his mandate is to
observe and report. But when he finds a little redhead caught in the center of
a brain-eater swarm, conscience compels him to put his ax to good use. By the
time he realizes this smart-ass scout comes equipped with a world of trouble,
it’s too late—he would do anything to keep her safe.
As
Red and her Woodsman work together to survive undead, brave a snowstorm, and bring
down an evil cult, they learn to laugh, love, and fight for happiness. The
second book in Tara Quan’s Undead Fairy Tales series, Catching Red is a
post-apocalyptic thriller with a happily ever after.
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Scarlet
woke to the delicious smell of charred venison and cooking fruit. The rusty
feeling between her joints was gone. She rubbed her crusted eyes as she curled
into a sitting position. For the first time in months, she felt energized and
rested.
Her
bed ended where the kitchen area began. Marcus stood in front of the
wood-burning stove, his back facing her. Even with his neck bent and spine
curved, his blond head grazed the low ceiling. He wrapped a thick cloth around
his hand, lifted the cast-iron skillet, and turned in place. He plunked it down
on the circular stone tray at the center of her small rickety table. Her first
and only attempt at carpentry creaked but didn’t fall apart.
She
lifted an eyebrow as she scrutinized the skillet’s contents—seared smoked
venison covered with slices of dried apple. It was an interesting meal choice.
Perhaps
in reaction to her quizzical expression, he turned his palms up and defended
his creation. “The food store in your basement is a mess. This was all I could
scrounge up.”
She
frowned. “I packed and stacked everything in alphabetical order.”
His
broad shoulders rose and fell. “Your system didn’t make any sense. You’ll have to
explain it sometime. Either way, this beats the MREs I fed you during the
snowstorm. Come on. Your breakfast is getting cold.”
She
grabbed the worn quilt and wrapped it over her shoulders. She was about to
lower her feet to the cold floor when she saw him shake his head.
He
walked over to the foot of her bed. The length of his torso and arms easily
spanned the small area separating the cottage’s sleeping and eating spaces. He
leaned forward and grabbed the edge of the table with both hands. When he brought
his elbows into his body, the piece of furniture with all its contents slid as
if on wheels. It stopped a few inches away from the bottom edge of the
mattress. He stepped around it, then pulled up the only chair, and sat.
Scooting
over, she sniffed the food. The smell made her mouth water. “Why are you being
so nice?”
“I’ve
always been nice.” He used his knife to spear a piece of seared meat and raised
it to his mouth.
Scooting
over, she sniffed the food. “You only did it to get me to have sex with you.”
Tara Quan
Globetrotter, lover of languages, and romance
author, Tara Quan has an addiction for crafting tales with a pinch of spice and
a smidgen of kink. Inspired by her travels, Tara enjoys tossing her kick-ass
heroines and alpha males into exotic contemporary locales, fantasy worlds, and
post-apocalyptic futures. Armed with magical powers or conventional weapons,
her characters are guaranteed a suspenseful and sensual ride, as well as their
own happily ever after. Learn more at www.taraquan.com
Private message to Tara. Do not read if you are not Tara
Tara, I'll be keeping you for three days because some of my readers are zombies and it takes them awhile to show up.
I think space towels are inherently funny too! Thanks for having me over :)
ReplyDeleteYou are most welcomed. Sorry for the delay, but I will keep you and promo you 2 more days.
ReplyDeleteThe book sounds fun. I like people who get my sense of humor and just the play on the characters makes me laugh! I wish you all the best Tara!
ReplyDeleteGreat cover and the blurb got me hooked. Google +'d
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