Love triangles are hot. Just ask Janet Evanovich or Laurell K. Hamilton or any number of great and bestselling authors out there. I’ll admit it, I’m a bit fan. I eat them up with a spoon.
So, did I set out to write a love triangle into Bad Blood? You bet your bippy. Very hot Italian stallion cop with thick dark hair half-falling into his face, tan skin, meltingly intense blue eyes (think Russell Crowe back when we all still loved him) vs. Apollo, Greek god humanized by his loss of worship who had a flirtation with the adult film industry before moving into “legitimate” filmmaking and management—golden hair, Mediterranean blue (aqua) eyes, even deeper tan, sculpted everything (think Daniel Craig coming out of the water in Casino Royale). Whew! Hot flash. Sorry. Please forgive.
I thought I knew when I set out to write the Latter-Day Olympians series who my heroine, Tori, would end up with. I did. But my early favorite…let’s just say it’s not so clear-cut for me anymore. Just like Tori, I’m drawn to both “men,” a much more dangerous proposition in the one case than the other. (Do you remember your Greek mythology and what often happens to those who tarry with gods? Turned into flowers, trees, monsters…corpses.) As a writer, I’m not sure I should know exactly where things are going, because I need to share in my character’s angst to express it. And, let’s be honest, I like to live a little vicariously, being an old (happily) married lady and all.
That’s the best thing about fiction—getting to experience the chills and thrills without suffering the actual slings and arrows of outrageous fortune. (I may have stolen this last bit from Shakespeare.) I prefer to keep my drama firmly in my fiction, but there the bigger the better. Yeah, I know, that’s what she said.