Please welcome author Harper Miller to the blog today!
My Journey to Romance Novelist
I’m one of few in my circle of friends who’s single and without children. Not exactly living like Carrie Bradshaw but I’m close enough to living the Sex and the City life. Disposable income? Check. Decent shoe collection? Check. Dating horror stories? Super duper check.
Dating in NYC is awful. Black women are low on the totem pole for dating prospects, but I digress. Doubt me? Aside from my personal experiences, OKCupid conducted a study breaking down the messaging/dating habits of users on their site. Conclusion? If you’re an Asian man or a Black woman you’re pretty much SOL. Check the updated results here.
My crappy love life is why I started writing in the first place.
I’d just gotten out of a five-year relationship and sought out romance novels. Well, that’s after devouring the Sookie Stackhouse series. Nothing says, “I wasted five years with you” like vampires and filthy vampire sex. Once I was done with the series, I went to good ole Google looking for something different. I didn’t want a book with Fabio on the cover, I wanted something cool and modern. I typed “interracial or multicultural romance novels” into the search bar and lo and behold the results took me to Amazon where there were a slew of books.
I proceeded to do a happy dance and then I read blurb after blurb and went on a one-click spree. I devoured the books, but after a year and a half of reading the genre, I was no longer enamored with some of my favorite authors. I don’t know if it was burn out but for me, the authors I once gushed over had lost their momentum so I stopped reading the genre. A combination of factors led me to penning my first novel but the real catalyst was a writing exercise. A picture was posted in a group I belonged to and members of the group were encouraged to post a story to go along with the image. That exercise led to me writing the prologue to my first novel and here we are.
Becoming a self-published author wasn’t on my radar but it happened. I figured if I was going to do this, I wanted to do it right. I knew I wanted to write interracial and multicultural characters and fill in the blanks of what was missing for me as a reader. The more I started to learn about the romance community the more I noticed a lack of diversity when it came to representation of people of color in mainstream Contemporary Romance. Add in a kink component and they were nowhere to be found. Now, I’m spreading the word about diverse books that feature characters of varying races/ethnicities, religions, sexualities, ableness etc. If I can find books that incorporate these things and have elements of kink, even better!
As an avid reader of M/M romance, I never pictured myself writing one but again here we are. One thing I’ve learned from my author journey thus far is to not count myself out. I don’t know if subconsciously I’m trying to kick my own ass but I have to say, I like that I never know what’s going to happen as far as what characters want their stories told.
The strangest ideas can end up manifesting in very interesting ways. An afternoon in the Bronx created an abrasive but endearing character who finds the love of his life.
Check out my latest release, Complexity, to read about his journey. You can purchase a copy at the eBook retailers listed below:
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Title: Complexity (The Kinky Connect Chronicles #4)
Author: Harper Miller
Publisher: Self Published
Cover Art: Taria Reed Digital Artist
Release Date: July 8, 2016
Genre(s): Erotica/Erotic romance
Page Count: 95
Fairy tale endings weren’t made for people like me. Happy for now usually ain’t in the cards, either.
The dents on my wall from where my headboard kept knockin’ against the same spot was the first clue that I needed to calm my ass down. At the rate I was racking up notches and plowing through hookups, I wasn’t ever gonna find nothing real. Guess I kinda jinxed myself. I created my circumstances. You can’t get what you want if you keep falling back into the same pattern of bad habits. But then things changed. I stumbled onto somethin’ I never in a million years expected to happen. You gotta understand, I’m never the guy who wins. It was supposed to be just sex, but that shifty, rhyming and scheming bastard, Cupid, pulled a fast one.
I may have changed some stuff to protect a couple of people. But before you go believing the tabloids, make sure you understand that you’re gettin’ the lowdown straight from the source.
I needed to get this off my chest and it’s only fair that you at least get my side of it all. At some point, I might regret telling you any of this, but for now, you need to know.
*Disclaimer* This is a novella. Not a short story, novelette, or novel. This tale features an M/M pairing. If gay erotica/erotic romance is not your cup of tea and you are offended by same-sex relationships or crass language, you should bypass this story. Content is intended for a mature audience, 18+.
Complexity is the fourth installment in The Kinky Connect Chronicles. The Kinky Connect Chronicles are short erotic stories/novelettes all wrapped up in neat little bows. These stories are standalones. No cliffhangers in the lot!
Could we be more different? Him: famous, rich white dude. Me: Latino entrepreneur who stocked up on ramen noodles and peanut butter when Key Food had a sale. This dude was so beyond my scope but he didn’t act any differently than a hookup I would’ve scored downtown at one of the gay bars in Chelsea.
Honestly, I didn’t know if me taking this shit with Christopher to the next level was a good thing or a bad thing. I held my own. I had my own business and made money legitimately doing shit I loved. Some days were a struggle, and I fell on hard times every now and again, but I woke up with a sense of purpose. Maybe I was overthinking things. I knew this was just about sex, but I couldn’t help but wonder if I was some sort of pity fuck or if Chris had a Latino fetish. He seemed genuinely attracted to me, but you know, there’s always somebody on the web lookin’ to get their rocks off with that token piece of ass.
I needed to stop with the assumptions and just take the moment for what it was, because an opportunity like this wouldn’t ever happen again.
Stayin’ in my head was gonna fuck everything up, so I focused on the twinkling lights near the waterfront seventeen stories down. “Good, I don’t bareback either. If rubbers aren’t required, we ain’t fuckin’. Seems like it’s a little too late to be having this discussion, but I’m clean. I get tested every six weeks. Got a copy of my results in my wallet if you wanna see.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Every six weeks? Sleep around a lot?”
I laughed, pulling off my polo. “I like sex. I like safe sex. I like to be certain I stay safe, so if that means gettin’ tested more often, I’m cool with that.”
Harper Miller is a thirty-something native New Yorker. She’s traveled the world and lived in a variety of places but always finds her way back to the Big Apple. A lackluster love life leaves time to explore new interests, for Harper it is writing. The Sweetest Taboo: An Unconventional Romance is her debut novel. In her mind, the perfect Alpha male possesses intellect, humor, and a kinky streak that rivals the size of California.
When she isn’t writing, Harper utilizes her graduate degree in the field of medical research. She enjoys fitness-related activities, drinking copious amounts of wine and going on bad dates.Facebook Twitter Instagram GoodReads Google+
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