Why I Like New Adult Romance
Danube Adele – Quicksilver Dreams
New Adult romance is a blast to create because it clearly illustrates how young women are changing their roles in society today. They are powerful, dynamic and demanding, entering that time in their lives when they’re first trying to figure out who they are in a quickly changing world. They are no longer limited to displaying demure, virginal, long-suffering archetypes. The sky is the limit, which gives our characters so many more options than they’ve ever had before. Taylor Lane, my sexy, smart female lead in Quicksilver Dreams, is smart and savvy. With-it. No one is going to tell her how to do her life, which is why she’s attracted a strong, powerful male character like Ryder Langston. He’s fascinated by her, doesn’t quite know what to make of her, but doesn’t want to let her go. The word spinster has quickly become an anachronistic idea because women no longer need to assume passive roles in society to be considered attractive. In fact, quite the opposite is true.
Taylor, in Quicksilver Dreams, became my personal hero while writing this story. She is a true badass who is not going to let the world push her around. She is going to live on her terms, no matter what it takes. Her wit and snarkiness are part of her charm. As the story goes on, we get to see that she also has a deep well of softness and vulnerability that she tries to keep hidden, though unsuccessfully. She is the New Adult woman who can boldly enter any arena with a with her chest puffed out demanding her due, but she can also show a gentle side where she dreams and wants and needs. Ryder, Mr. Dark and Brooding, cannot help but be drawn to her strength and courage.
Quicksilver Dreams (Dreamwalkers #1)by Danube Adele (Goodreads Author)My name is Taylor, and damn but my life changed overnight. One moment I was just a regular girl working two jobs to pay my bills, and next thing you know, I'm uncovering secret metal disks at my boss's house. Now I'm reading minds, dream-walking and being saved from bad guys by Mr. Dark and Brooding.
That would be Ryder Langston, my new next-door neighbor. He's sex on legs, but he's also a secret agent from another world—no joke. I believe him now, because he dragged me back here "for my protection" after he discovered someone was trying to assassinate me on Earth. It isn't working out so well.
There's a war going on, one that's been fought for generations. Ryder's having trust issues (not that it's stopping us from falling into bed), and it turns out I'm connected here, if you know what I mean. The target on my back finally makes sense, but there's nowhere left to hide…
I’ve had my fill of being smirked at and ogled by the gut-growing, hair-receding juvenile thirty-five-year-olds that live in the apartment under me (and trust me when I tell you they’ve made many jokes about the positioning of our apartments). I gain a secret source of pleasure in thwarting their joys.
Just as the gate was closing with a satisfying clang, I turned to head for my apartment and ran smack into a hard, muscular, T-shirt-clad chest with a sound that was something like “Oomph.” Large rough hands gripped my arms, as though to steady me, and I looked all the way up into the greenest eyes I’ve ever seen. Veins of gold jumped out from their depths, and I found myself mesmerized.
Wow. Such beautiful eyes.
It was all I could think until I realized I was staring.At the same time, I also realized he was still holding my arms, and that my hands had come to rest on his hard pecs during our mild collision. And they were nice pecs. Really, really nice. His eyes did a sharp inventory south of my neck, and I was suddenly glad I had some decent cleavage. Then they lingered on my lips a brief moment before returning to my face. Desire teased me delicately, spreading warm tingles through my stomach, before I came to my senses.
“Jeez. I’m sorry,” I sputtered, pushing back a few steps, though at this point I still couldn’t look away from his compelling, pale green eyes. They jumped out at me, set off by his black hair and sun-bronzed skin.
He had one of those square jaws that razor commercials love to use for advertising. Tough. Masculine. definitely not a pretty boy, but super sexy. And he smelled good too. His scent baited me, but I was locked on the shock value of his eyes. Talk about a commanding presence.
“You okay?” his deep voice rumbled, not even a trace of a smile evident. If anything, he was giving me this sort of steely-eyed gaze. His eyes were lasered in on me like they were analyzing me, able to hear what I was thinking. I felt myself blush at the thought. Silly. Of course he couldn’t hear me.
I realized he was waiting for me to say something, which flustered me because I couldn’t think of what he’d asked. Christ, I needed to stop staring at his eyes and keep up with the program. What was wrong with me?
Instead, I took a deep breath and asked my own question.
“Are you moving in to 8D?”
“I did. Day before yesterday.”
“Then we’ll be neighbors.” I smiled, sticking my hand out. “My name’s Taylor Lane.”
“Ryder,” he replied, and he shook my hand with his rough, calloused one.
My hand disappeared inside his, and I swear a ripple of sensation went up my arm, giving me goose bumps the moment we touched. No kidding. It was so surprising, I sort of gasped. I went with my first instinct and snatched my hand back with an overly bright smile to cover my discomfort at feeling out of control. I couldn’t hide the flush that crept up my neck.
He scowled. I didn’t pay attention. Today had been just too weird already. For my own sanity, I needed the comfort of my sofa, some bad reality TV and maybe even a short nap. Everything always felt better after a nap.
“See you around, neighbor. Let me know if you need anything.” I did a quick retreat and made it to my apartment without encountering anyone else.