Alumni Write
The Power of Love
She was working in corporate communications when she wrote Maid For Love, a love story set on a fictional Rhode Island island that was rejected by every publisher in the romance business.
But Marie Force ’88 is as resilient as her heroines, so the Middletown, R.I., native and journalism major kept writing. By 2011, she’d completed the first three books in the “Gansett Island” series, and she decided to try a new avenue: self publishing.
Six months later, she quit her day job, and now—just four years after going solo—she has sold close to 4.5 million books. She continues to self-publish the “Gansett” series, along with her “Treading Water” and “Quantum” series, while her “Fatal” and “Green Mountain” series found homes at traditional publishers, Penguin Random House and Harlequin. Her legion of fans has placed her on the New York Times Best Sellers list 21 times in the last three years.
It’s an astounding record, even in the rarely acknowledged leader of genre fiction, romance—which outperforms mystery, the second highest category, at a rate of almost two to one. The romance industry brought in $1.1 billion in 2013 (the most recent year for which the Romance Writers of America has figures).
“Despite the fact that romance novels are blockbuster business, romance authors are constantly defending the genre,” Force acknowledges. “But I have loyal readers who love my books, and tell me that they have helped them through a difficult time—an illness, the death of a loved one, a divorce. It’s rewarding.”
What follows is a reader-favorite excerpt from Meant for Love, book 10 of the “Gansett Island” series (the fictional island is loosely based on Block Island, R.I.). In this scene, the protagonists first meet. How does Force know it’s a fave scene? She and her four-person team are social media and event aces, with more than 100,000 Facebook followers, reader events held coast to coast, and daily online conversations. •
—Pippa Jack
A roar of noise startled her out of a sound sleep. An engine, close by… In a cold sweat despite the oppressive heat, she launched out of bed and ran for the window to find a shirtless man standing on the back of the biggest lawn mower she’d ever seen. At—she glanced at the clock on her bedside table—5:45 a.m.! Was he serious?
Next to the clock was a framed picture of Toby that brought back the interrupted dream in startling, vibrant detail that made her eyes swim with tears and sparked fury that had her running for the lighthouse’s spiral staircase. Down she went to the first floor and then one more level below to the mudroom and out into the pearly predawn, where the air was thick with heat and humidity.
She burst into the yard, screaming as she went, “Hey! Hello! Do you know what time it is?”
The dark-haired man wore a bulky headset over his ears and couldn’t possibly hear her over the roar of that…thing…he was driving. It was massive—and very, very loud. His skin glistened with sweat as day three of the heat wave from hell began on Gansett Island.
Jenny looked around for something, anything she could use to get his attention and zeroed in on the bumper crop of tomatoes that had begun to ripen on the vines she’d planted earlier in the summer. Without giving a single thought to what she was about to do, she grabbed a handful of pulpy tomatoes and began flinging them at the man’s bare back.
The first two went wide, missing the target, but the third one hit him square between the shoulder blades, splattering on contact. Excellent.
Read our full Q&A with Marie Force, including advice for aspiring writers, below: