Romance Writing Jobs Novels & Stories

“If I could find a job that involved reading romance books we would be good to go. I just don’t like interacting with people too much to be honest with you. People make me nervous.” “You know I could get you a job doing that if you would be interested. I actually own a company that publishes books. We haven’t taken on romance books just yet, but if we had someone who would enjoy reading a whole lot of them everyday to see if they are worth publishing or not, we could add that on.” “What? You are joking right?”

“Because this company literally has a ban? Staff isn't supposed to have any romantic relationships with other staff. You know of this rule, fool. Besides, I'm sure these people already put two and two together to know that we are dating.” “You and I both know that the rule is a joke. There are a lot of people married to each other here. I'm sure some people are fucking themselves, even the executives too. But if you insist, we won't do much of that romance shit here at work,” Anthony said with a shrug of his broad shoulders and went around his desk. “Thank you. Anyway, thank you for the flowers. I totally forgot that today was my birthday. All this stress made me forget,” I said.

If someone like him have come for the same job as myself, I doubt I will get a chance. "What did you apply for?" He asked me. "Personal assistant to the CEO." I responded to him. He smirked at my answer and looked away. I became nervous, I thought personal assistant doesn't need to do much. Steven had applied for the position because it didn't require a professional. "What did you apply for?" I decided to ask him. I was waiting for his reply so I could smirk at him as well. "Cloud engineer." He said.

"Don't look so shocked, I study communication anyway." "Alright, I'm intrigued. What kind of books?" "College romance, mostly. A little whimsical. My brother says I'm quite a hopeless romantic and annoying." "Your brother sounds like he knows you well." "Unfortunately." "What's it about? The one you're working on now."

My brain was just too confused at the moment I was at loss of words and did not even understand how I was to think, how did decide to what I wanted and most important, how to avoid him which he was starting to prove difficult for me to achieve. “I like to observe people who are in love a lot. I think I might even end up writing a romance novel. It’s just a sight to behold, a sight to watch and be happy because of how beautiful it is. You know, it feels like imagining something in the middle of hardship. Just like how authors make their characters get things they don’t have in real life. Since it’s the world they created, they can do whatever they want with it.

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I chuckled softly but a look of interest crossed her face. “Tell me more, I love books,” “Well, I have a thing for romance books and in my leisure time, I try to write. It’s one of the major reasons, I went for English Lit. and I hope to get published someday, but for now, I’m just working on perfecting my manuscripts, while hoping a publisher accepts them,” “Oh, that’s lovely. A hardworking girl with beautiful dreams. I’d love to read some of your work someday if you wouldn’t mind,”

And as usual, I made sure my manuscript was clean and had no errors or plot holes. Romance has been my genre since then until now. I have tried to write Horror, Mystery, Children's poems, and Non-Fiction books, but I keep returning to Romance, which drew me to start trying to write in the first place. Because when I was young, I read my Mom's pocketbooks and was enticed to try them. I loved the feeling and emotions it gave me.

Who knows waiting for an email from an organization, and hoping the said email would have attached to it, a job offer, can cause someone to reach such a stage of anxiety I never bargained for this unnecessary migraine. I am okay with the freelance writing thing I have going on on Upwork. Though the income is nothing compared to how much I love spending money, I am okay, because it isn't much of a brainer. All I do is be a ghostwriter for some author or help write school essays and get paid. And all these I do from the comfort of my home. But my mother doesn't trust that I can survive on such meager wages. She doesn't want me to resort to begging on the street if, after her death, Romeo decid

“Has there ever been such a match made in heaven? You are both straight into your obsessions. What are you writing, Em? Any good sex?” “I am writing my first contemporary romance,” she replied. “Let me guess, star-crossed lovers in a band?” He laughed. Owen laughed. “Does it have a happy ending?” “No, but they keep their bandmates awake in the tour bus with their rhythmic thumping,” James rocked suggestively and groaned. “Oh, Emily, f-k, f-k, f-k!” Owen flushed. “Shut up, James,” he replied without heat. “You are just jealous you can’t lure Jeremy into your bunk.”