Sunday, May 30, 2021

A Rose By Any Other Name Would Smell Three Times As Sweet ~ by M.J. Schiller

 Moms, roses, and romance. Hmm. I know my mom has read some of my romances, but I don't like to think about that, so we'll skip the mom part and focus on the roses. And I know the roses are supposed to be tied in with mom, but when I think of roses the first thing that comes to mind is the year I received three dozen roses for Valentine's Day. 


No, my husband isn't some kind of massive Romeo. Actually, I can count the times he's purchased flowers for me on both hands, and we've been married for coming up on thirty-three years, been together for thirty-five. But the story I'm thinking about happened some years ago...


The year was 1990. We were fresh out of college, having moved out of state and to a city where we didn't know a soul. My husband had begun his career at the Fortune 500 company he hopes to soon retire from. I was teaching junior high school English and Composition to freshman at the junior college. A huge ice storm had most of the city, well, frozen. With no heat, we went to the mall to watch Driving Miss Daisy and keep warm. (This was back in the day when malls had movie theaters. Remember that?) When we got back, my husband expected there to be a dozen roses there for me, but, alas, they were missing. After a call to the florist-- who was extremely apologetic--we received two dozen roses to make up for the mistake. A half-hour later, the neighbor knocked on the door with another dozen roses, which she'd accepted delivery on for us. Whoops! Three dozen roses in the little townhouse we lived in when we first moved here was pretty overwhelming. Needless to say, I haven't seen the likes of that since, nor would I have expected to see that ever again. It was kind of nice, though.




So, that's my rose story. Of course, as a writer, it got me thinking of roses in my work. With twenty-six books out, I'm sure I'm forgetting some significant rose scenes, but the two that come to mind are creepy, not romantic. In THE HEART TEACHES BEST Laney's sister's murderer sneaks into her bedroom when she's asleep and leaves a rose on her pillow. Later, he leaves one on a carousel that Laney was on to taunt Cooper, her policeman love interest, and show him how close he was able to get to her despite Cooper's best efforts to protect her.




In BETWEEN ROCK AND A HARD PLACE, rock star Jasmine Barrett finds her best friend murdered in the singer's bed. The killer dipped a rose in her friend's blood and left it, theatrically, beside the body. Later, a key clue comes from a vase of roses in Jazz's dressing room. The killer leaves a coded message with the bouquet that doesn't seem like a clue until someone casually mentions one of the words on the card much later. That offhand remark leads Heath to the realization of who the murderer is. But will he get to Jasmine before the killer does?




Maybe it says something about me that the only significant scenes with roses from my books that I can come up with are not some grand romantic gesture by the hero, but instead they are foreboding messages from the villain.



What about you? Do you have a favorite story about a time you received flowers? Do you receive or purchase flowers often?


Thanks for reading! Come back for more tomorrow from another fabulous Romance Gems author!




11 comments:

  1. On the day my then-boyfriend left for the army, I came home from work to find a single yellow rose in a vase. For years and years that followed, after the boyfriend became the husband, every time he got me flowers, no matter what the occasion was (and there weren't many in young days--flowers cost money!) a yellow rose was included in the bouquet. We don't do that anymore, but we still talk about it. And remember.

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    1. That's so nice! My husband told me at one point he'd give me a rose per year on our anniversary. That lasted three years! Oh, well. He has good intentions! :)

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  2. My husband and I started dating in college. The walk to my dorm passed by a garden, and field that contained cultivated flowers and wild ones. My husband would pick one, every day, and bring it to me. He picked the wildflowers because those are my favorite!

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    1. It's almost like wildflowers are a whole other breed. I love them, too, but my favorite is alstroemerias which I just discovered are also called the lillies of the Incas. Roses are beautiful, too. Let's face it, flowers are just pretty awesome all around!
      Glad you could join us, Kara!

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  3. My newest book coming out in June has a stalker leaving dead flowers for a waitress at a truck stop a few times. And that's how it begins!
    For a while my husband used to always buy me chocolate for Valentine's Day, but then he'd eat most since I didn't like most of the centers. Finally he got the message to get me flowers instead. Peach roses are my favorite.

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    1. Ooh, peach roses sound nice! I wonder if they're hard to find? I always like it when the roses have a different color on the edge than on the rest of the petal, too. Thanks for stopping in, Kari!

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  4. Romantic Steel buys me 'just because' flowers often. And always roses on Valentine's and our anniversary. My ex never bought me flowers, not even when I gave birth, and Steel knows I love romantic gestures.

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  5. That's so sweet! Here's to many more "just because" occasions for you! I appreciate you taking the time to join us, Kathleen! Have a great day!

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  6. Love romantic gestures, big or small. Mh ex wasn't very good at them, a trait he passed on to our younger son. However, the older one has the heart of a musician and his mother's impecable taste for grand gestures. Lucky daughter-in-law. Loved the post!

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    1. Thanks, Nancy! You made me think about the idea of a romantic gesture. In some respect the idea of a gesture gives that term a connotation of something done as a throw off, or pretense. Perhaps true romance lies in your husband using the less plush towels so you can have the plush ones, leaving the porch light on for you when you're out at night, letting you have the last piece of cake... Those are more genuine a lot of times than receiving a dozen roses or store-bought card. I appreciate you joining in on the conversation!

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  7. Interesting perspective on roses, MJ. My husband buys rose bushes for me and plants them too—which is the best gift of all. *g* When it comes to bouquets, he gives something fragrant that I can't grow like stargazer lilies which are a favorite.

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