Hi there,
I am a big fan of the Mills and Boons series. If you require this conceptualisation of romance, I can certainly deliver.
SAMPLE
It didn't matter that we were here in this unromantic place. It wasn't snowing, or drizzling sensually like they said it should. It was bucketing. And through the curtain of the storm there wasnt a single tree, or the green fields of a great novel, fresh in springtime or orange in Autumn. It was everything it shouldn't be. Grimey. Muddy. And the distant bustle of the subway, as it always did, reminded me of my underpaying job. But none of it mattered. Because real romance was born here, in a moment shared, of kindness and generosity, deep in simplicity. I clumsily dropped to my knees and collected her umbrella.
"This is yours," I said flatly.
Behind her deep brown eyes, nestled somewhere in her soul, I saw a small place for me. She smiled. And her lightly tanned skin crinkled. She was perfect. Not in the conventional sense, much like the moment, but in a way I had never quite seen before.
"Thank you," so gently.
If it had been any other day, any other time, I might have turned and walked away. But I didn't. I stayed. And it changed my life.
Regards,
Kyle Brown