When I married my Irish husband an article in the local paper in Boise, Idaho read as follows:
‘A writer of Harlequin love stories could develop a novel from the romance of Julie Galdos and Con Murphy. The plot outline could be something like this: Julie, a Basque girl from Boise, is teaching English at a Japanese girl’s college in Nagasaki, Japan.
Con, an Irishman from Cork, Ireland and marine engineer with British Petroleum is working in a shipyard re-engineering a ship in Nagasaki, Japan.’ They meet over tempura. For him it’s love at first sight, for her, she thinks he’s a little quirky. Still, a masterful man in a boiler suit in the bowels of the engine of a super tanker with soft blonde hair and an Irish brogue…. Unsure, not enough time, they go their separate ways she, end of contract, back to Boise, he to sea.
Parting makes the heart grow fonder. In six months he flys from Ireland to Boise, as a surprise visit. Still unsure, she saves for another six months to fly to Ireland. Together they buy a ring with an amount of money he’s always planned to spend, saved to spend. They get engaged on a bus in London….
‘Sometimes the truth is as good as fiction,’ the headline to the article read. I say, ALWAYS the truth is as good as fiction. Everyone’s story is a love story. No matter who, where or how, a love story is in the details. Falling in love is always something to be written about. There’s generally never a straight line to love. Even in less romantic settings than Ireland, love is a shining, glorious moment, and new love is the story that romance novels elevate. Old love is the story romance novels adorn.
I admire people’s love stories, their moments of joy of being loved, how they got there, the hurdles they jumped. Everyone has one or more stories. Think of your’s now. It’s ups. It’s downs. It’s strengths, weaknesses, delight, humor. And never forget that the old adage, never go to bed angry, is the basis of a good romance novel, the anger, misdirection, the make-up. Yea! I’d love to hear your stories.
Julie G Murphy
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Lady Eleanor Albright has left her, ‘brothel-loving, girl-seducing, entitlement-inflated husband with whom she can’t believe she ever had sex,’ and is—again— living with her Irish mother, Lady Adele Albright. With her daughter’s marital woes unacceptable, Lady Adele schemes to end Eleanor’s “problems” one of which is her daughter’s attachment to a man seven years her junior, a barrister, Lord Henry Faraday. To add insult to injury, Henry has included Eleanor, as an expert chemist (and purveyor of women’s creams), in the death of the sanctimonious Baron of Tweedmouth. To help her friend, the cherubic Baron’s son, Eleanor must defy family, society, even the man she loves. Louis may well have cracked under the pressure of his harsh, bullying father.