ever-after

It’s my release week, so here I am, about to promo my new e-book.
So let’s take care of that, and then we’ll talk.

HOTTER THAN HELL

Want a taste of Heaven? Go to Hell.
Legend has it that the Incubi were originally fallen angels, irresistible creatures who sacrificed their place in Paradise for the touch of mortal lovers. They live among us still, in the shadowy, dream-haunted fringes of modern society, indulging their insatiable lust and feeding on our desire with our blessings.
The Rose Legacy
A valuable inheritance is passed from one female member of a wealthy family to another, as it has been for centuries. But Camille Price, the beneficiary, doesn’t know it’s a generational curse that includes sacrificing her body and soul to an Incubus who fulfills her every erotic dream and nightmare.
Ravenous
Failed cleric Adam Bachmann knows a demon when he sees one. He just can’t seem to resist succubus Leyla Cheval, even though her insatiable sexual appetite is draining him of life. To save himself and others, he must sacrifice the only heaven he’s ever known and destroy the dark angel he’s come to love.

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Technically, the two stories in this book feature demonic-like creatures, so it would be called a paranormal. The stories are erotic. They have elements of humor (because I can’t seem to write anything without it), horror, and a dash of mystery for seasoning. The heroes and heroines are far from perfect. Sometimes they’re not even very nice (but they do grow). And technically, this book is a romance, fully equipped with what seem to be happy endings.

But without giving away spoilers, I’d have to say theress a certain…well, ambiguity in the endings.
Personally, I love that sort of thing. A storyline seems to linger longer in my imagination if I have a little something left to the imagination. Maybe I’m perverse that way.
Give me a perfect union of perfect people being perfectly happy at the end, and I’ll shut the book with a smile and a nod. They don’t need my attention anymore, they’re all settled, and I’ll quickly start planning on my next read (possibly by the same author, if she’s done a good job).
Give me a happily-for-now finish, and I’ll shut the book with a sly smile, wish them well, and occasionally, down the road, bet myself they made it work.
Give me a happily-satisfying ending with a touch of ambiguity, and I’ll close the book, nibble my thumbnail and carry it with me for a while. Wondering.

When you read romance, in all its different cross-genres and forms, do you prefer the definitive HEA? The oasis of a happily for now? Or that niggling little minor chord, that off note sounded somewhere in the background of the Wedding March?