Head out of Clouds, Feet into Glass Slippers

First of all, thanks for having me Anna. This is my first stop on a blog tour to mark the seven day countdown to the release of Rosemary Entwined. Please excuse me for a moment while I do the snoopy dance of joy and squeal like the tires of a 1969 Charger ripping around a bend.

Okay, I’m done.

So, back on topic. Fairytales. Gotta love them, with all the action and romance and happily ever after. All very modern ideas, but that’s a topic for another day. What I want to focus on is all that sweet, sticky, love stuff. And why I never wanted the prince.

When I was a little girl, I read everything I could get my hands on. My father was a reader too, but he was into Sci-fi and epic fantasy, which didn’t interest me until my late teens. Which boils down to a wonderful amount of literary freedom, maybe even too much. By the time I was eight all my Babysitter’s Club books were replaced by VC Andrews and Johanna Lindsey. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle sat next to my Barbies. And I developed a whole new concept on what I considered romance and love.

To my mind, Robin Hood trumped superman, Prince Charming had nothing on Sherlock Holmes, and why be a Queen when you could be a headstrong maiden with no prospects and meet pirates and cowboys. I couldn’t understand the concept of soul mates when it came to being kissed awake by a virtual stranger or when that guy you danced with brought you back your shoe.

When I thought of love, I imagined someone who would make me feel alive, someone who would keep up with me during each new adventure, and expect me to keep up with him. But somehow that didn’t add up to me being a feminist. I like having doors open for me sometimes, and when the world goes wrong, I want a big, strong body to lean on damn it.

So in the end—since I’ve got to tie my book in somehow—even though Rosemary Entwined has some roots in Snow White, it’s in no way your typical fairy tale. And the biggest challenge was dealing with seven men vying for the position of prince when, as far as I’m concerned, they’re all too good for the label. As for Rosemary, I can tell you one thing without spoiling the story.

Actually, it’s right in the tagline.

One kiss might save her, but if Rosemary has to lose even one of her men, she doesn’t want a prince.

They say write what you know, so that’s what I did. With a few twists to make it interesting ;)



Bianca Sommerland was born and raised in Montreal, Quebec. When not reading neurotically or writing as though the fate of the world rests on her keyboard, she is either watching hockey or teaching her daughters the beauty of a classic, steel pony while reminiscing about her days in Auto Body Mechanics.

Her time is balanced with utmost care between normal family life, and the internal paranormal realm where her characters reside. For the most part, she succeeds. She is currently working on a risqué new ménage novel called, EVIL’S EMBRACE. Her first book is coming out January 3rd 2011. You can visit her at I'm No Angel Author's Blog