Where does the heart go.


There are many things that bring about a new view on novels. This is especially true when it comes to the romance genre. It is my opinion that this genre has seen a large shift to both extremes as to what can constitute romance.

Then there is the idea of who is qualified to write romance. While many of the top romance writers tend to be women, it is clear that this is not just a topic in which women can prevail. That is not to say that women cannot write, but quite the opposite it is to say that we can all write in any genre and should try to step away from the stereotypical ideas of who is qualified to write what.
I am a male writing romance.  I also think that I am doing quite well in the genre as my novels are unique and work well to introduce the topic at hand. Relationships and the complexity that they entail. No one relationship is the same as the other and still there is the need in society for that happy ever after.

I do not write THAT story. I am more into the reality of love. The clear fact that love can prevail and overcome. And while my endings may not be the fairytale endings. They are true to life endings and you can see how love endures beyond our wildest expectations.
So take a ride on the side of love that burns, yearns, and wrecks everything in its way in order to dominate and surpass all.

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If you are interested in the great romance ride then check out my work.

Jin Okubo

Kaoru In Loves Shadow

 

 

“So… what is the word on him?” Kaoru was direct in her question as she was in her piercing stare. “Please tell me you found something. You did… didn’t you?! I can see it on your face. What…? Tell me! He is crazy, no he is heavily in debt, married?! Yes, I knew it… he is married and I should just move on.” “Easy now,” Bill started, “Don’t get yourself all riled up before it is time. Just like your mother you are. Besides I don’t see my shirt anywhere in the room so what makes you think that I will tell you what I found out.”

Knowing that he could only poke fun at her for so long Bill enjoyed playing games with his niece. “It is going to take me time. But I promise that I will get that shirt before the end of the spring. But I must know about him.” Kaoru pleaded faking tears and all. Knowing her uncle as well as she had the tears were well planned. “It is just that I want to have what mother and father had and now here you are denying me the only information that will bring me happiness.” Turning to look out the window she managed to hide the fact that there were no tears in her eyes.

“Now, now,” Bill moved to console her. “You know that I will not be able to deny you anything. Let me tell you a bit about him. Will that dry those eyes of yours?”

“Well it depends on what you were able to find out.” Kaoru was clearly milking the situation for as much as she could. Had she done any less and her uncle would be less forthcoming with the information. There was always the chance that she was going to miss some vital point that would cause her to make a mistake and have to backtrack later on in a relationship. Robert was a man that she did not want to make that mistake with. There was so much work that she had planned to put into him that would make backtracking tiresome if not impossible.

“Well let’s see where to start.” Bill heading back to the sofa decided against sitting but rather to continue on to the books beautifully shelved and maintained. “These are really nice books now, aren’t they? It really is a shame that there is noone, not a living soul that can pour through these as your father did.” Looking down at a small table the books that had lain open for the world or any visitor to see the previous visit still… lay open in the same spot. There were even new additions to the group, as the earlier ones, had apparently in the same manner been abandoned for other projects.

Shaking his head he continued, “You know that your father would have never let the books sit as they do now. But then again you are not your father. No, no don’t get upset now it is just that there should really be someone that could take care of these books as they are meant to be taken care of.”

“What are you trying to say?” Kaoru interjected.

“Well…” Bill took his time. “This new guy that you have an interest in really likes his books. He is paranoid enough where I was not able to watch him long enough and should I had employed enough junior detectives I might have gotten a chance to follow him for more than a week. But not more than a month. What a jittery young man that you have chosen.”

 

The Idea of Romance


There is always a view or essence that we try to insert into Romance. A certain feeling that we would all like to have. The mere idea of there being someone… something out there, which we can call love is a deep held belief within all of us.

This idea of romance drives us and breaks us.
There is a woman in my life… well let me be more clear. There was a woman in my life. She took up nine years of my life and was all I knew about love and romance. She drove me to great heights and great lows. In a way she shattered me only to build me back up. This was her way and in a certain way it was mine.

Now this relationship did not end well. In fact it

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ended in the worst possible way that I could have imagined. Still a lot of this woman went into my protagonist Kaoru. There are so many aspects of her that linger in my mind and soul that I cannot help but to think… Why am I not with her?

What can I do… how can I fix… Anything out there to help me make amends and bring me back into a relationship with her.

Then the truth starts to creep up. The pain… the suffering… the utter mind shattering feelings of what she put me through and what I put her through. And here is where I become afraid.

Yes, this woman I loved… in a way still love… will always love to a certain extent. Scares the daylights out of me. She bores holes where even the mere idea that I have seen her around has caused me to go into a panic attack. And no-one else can even begin to imagine what I go through. They do not know and will not know.

I carry this fear inside.

I carry this love inside.

I carry this romance inside.

And it has lead to my romance novels. A part of me, a part of her are laced throughout the novel. Please enjoy my pain, my suffering, my love, my anguish, my romance.
Jin Okubo
Kaoru In Loves Shadow

Starbucks

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There was just something special about the late December snow. It was not as cold as February, but the slight chill did let you know that winter was upon you. She so loved the cold these days. Whether it was her thoughts on how she was raised or the cold emptiness of winter she loved the solitude of her life. Living solitary in that big house was nothing more than a dream to her, though not one that she imposed on herself but had become used to being in, yet… from time to time it did not feel real. The mere idea that she would need to share it with someone, was beyond her at the moment. Still… she found herself looking at him from across the room every chance that she would get.

He was a squirrel of a man the way he moved in and out of the Starbucks. Still, once a week he would run in and order the same double shot of espresso and vanish out the door. Such uniqueness was to be admired in a time when people tried so much to fit… in.

What the hell could have him in such a rush? He was in and out of sight so fast that her thoughts were still forming as she watched him. There was little to the room to be admired, and having this distraction was one of her little joys. Taking a look around the room she would see the boring, the plain, and the utter useless cardboard cutout humans that made up society.

To her left, without even turning her head, she knew who was sitting there. The rancid smell of cigar smoke stung her sensitive nose. If she were to turn her head, she would have seen the grotesque representation of a human being as the man sitting there. Had she bothered to look there he would be in the same tired shirt. Part of his gut lifting the bottom of his shirt, a shirt that was never really meant to be worn untucked. But this man wanted to make a statement. What that statement was, well no one really knew.

Still had she bothered to get a side glance in there he would be sitting a café latte with a glaze doughnut. The doughnut itself being half devoured through a gaping hole that he called a mouth. Lips so trained that even though there was no smoking allowed, they still held firm to a cigar. He would light the beast as soon as he was out of earshot from the yuppie know-it-alls who had nothing better than to try and force others to live a certain way. In a way she admired the slob of a man for standing up for some semblance of freedom. At least he was not hiding the person that society as a whole cared not to see. With so many out there being fake in one sense or another it was becoming difficult in today’s world to see true life from the fiction which we perceive.

As she headed towards the line to place her order Kaoru’s eyes caught a view of one of the yuppies, which she detested so, rights for all as long as the yuppies approve of those rights, cancerous beings sitting in the chairs and tables across the room from her. It was an amazing sight to see. The paleness of her skin was clearly meant to give the sign of health. Yet, there was a certain view, which some would see as this woman being nothing but a plague on society. Her clothing nothing more than draped fabric over a school skeletal display. Everything about her was a complete contradiction to the idea of health.

That sad excuse for a woman had been standing in front of her as she prepared to order. Her order was as confusing as the idea of this person coming into a Starbucks for a drink. Excuse me, I will be having a soy, non-fat, decaf, macchiato, and make sure that it is a natural no sugar mocha powder. The order still burned in Kaoru’s mind was nothing less of disgusting, vile, putrid thing to order. That was not the end of the pain, which Kaoru had put up with. The sorry imitation of a human had actually turned around and faced her, all to give a reason for such an order as if anyone else in the world would care for what reason she had ordered such a thing.

You know we can never be too careful about what we order. I usually do not order such a high calorie drink but today I am cheating. Promise not to tell? I’m Jenny by the way.” The woman spoke without a care in the world. She wanted to be seen as much as she wanted to be the image of what the world should strive for. All that Kaoru could do was smile, as her upbringing would not allow for the tongue lashing that this woman needed.

A soft breath of relief left Kaoru’s lips as the woman walked to the other end of the counter to pick up her drink. Making sure to take the extra time needed for that Jenny to sit somewhere, Kaoru ordered her straight black coffee, Peruvian blend. Taking great care as to avoid eye contact with that Jenny woman, Kaoru picked up her coffee and headed to the seat that she now occupied.

Robert, as she would later learn his name, was right on time when she had spotted him. Ruffled hair and clothing that could do with a bit of ironing, he would walk in a slightly brisk pace. His head would swivel back and forth watching the room, but not really looking at anything or anyone. Kaoru, always liked the way that he would jerk back at the point of almost bumping into someone else, but still going so far as to apologize to the other person and at one point a table. There would be a need for this man to get out of the city and live a little. Kaoru had to get to know him but how? The simple idea of sitting next to him and talking with him would have worked, had he ever taken the time to sit and drink his coffee rather than heading right out of the door with drink in hand.

What could his work be? It would be preferable to find out what is his back story before I go and put myself in any danger. I should call Bill and see if he would like to earn some cash. He did used to do freelance work like this for dad. After all he is not that old. What… fifty next year? Oh need to get him a present, something other than a tie.

Her mind raced with ideas and preludes to the work that was ahead to learn about this man that interested her so. It was all that she could do to keep from stalking him like the prey that he was. Though the idea of doing so did make her chuckle into her coffee. He apparently had already taken the role of the mouse. All that she had to do was to go ahead and take the role of the hawk and he would be hers. But there would be time for games later in life. She would have to see if he was worthy to put up with her and her ways. The games would test his resolve and ensure that he was not after just the carnal things in life. He would have to be smart and be willing to test his wits as well as his limits.

It would be just a waste of time to try. Just look at the way he walks around the room. He is so afraid that even a slight mis-step, and he would crash to the ground… even better. This is the chance to build the man that will be worthy of my love. I have wasted months with men, who turn out to be worthy. I was lucky to find their troubled spots at just the right moment. Now I have the raw clay to build a man.

Writing anywhere


Have you ever heard the saying, “A writer can work anywhere in the world.” This is the great thing about being a writer, our work comes with us when we travel or when we decide to live.
Now before you pack up your bags and run off to the Bahamas, please think about what living in another country can entail. There are things that will greatly affect your life as you work at being a writer in a different country.
The biggest part that will impact you will be if you are an English writer in a non-English-speaking country. If you dare to try there will be wall after wall placed in front of you while you try to accomplish your dream.
To give you an idea here is my life…
I am the author of Love, a romance novel dealing with the aspects of being a man in 413siqqbgal._sy400_.jpglove with a woman who strives to change him. Yes, that is a simplified version of the story but only for brevity’s sake.
Now, what are the wall in my way. Well I live in Japan. As we all know Japanese people speak Japanese and while there is a huge market here for English lessons there is not so much of a market for English novels.
The Second wall in my way is the fact that I chose to live in a scenic part of the country. Beautiful mountains, great air, awesome people… translation. I live in the boondocks, the middle of no-where and while there are benefits to living where I do, this location makes my writing career a lot more difficult.

But do not give up hope. There is always the gift of the internet, which is a godsend to people in my situation. But how can we have faith in the internet when people make comments like, “Marketing your book on twitter and social media is the shotgun effect.” Roughly translated this means that readers will come but they will be far and wide from where they come. Reviews for your work will be rare and much harder to garner.

There are also people who in a very condescending demeanor when they make comments such as, “Well, just go to a book fair and go to books stores and do signings.” Which is all well and good if you live in an English speaking country and or have the funds to be able to stock up a decent supply of books to head on over to your local books store and the ones in nearby cities.

That comment is usually followed by, “Sacrifices need to be made in order to make your dream come true.” Some cannot be made, especially if you are below the poverty line and work puts food on the table for your family.

Well then you get to the point I am trying to make. Screw the people who look down on you for only using the internet. We, and yes I am in the same boat, must use the internet wisely to promote our work. Yes, we may have a harder road and yes we may have to push our books harder on social networks. But, we must make our voices heard.  Stay tuned for my next post where I work through using smart tools to help you run your own promotion across a network like tweeter.

Now please enjoy part of my novel Love

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The Drive
A small squeal gave out as I turned in my seat. Humidity brought about a thin layer of 413siqqbgal._sy400_.jpgmoisture to the skin, which just would not let go. My car was out to get me. I strained to survive driving my car every day. The summer was not kind in these evergreen mountains. But then again it never was, there was so much that I hated about summers. My car just added to the pain of it.
People would comment about the beauty and the joy of being able to spend nice camping trips in the surrounding area. I had never been camping before, that is not until meeting her. I doubted that I would ever go again but we never know. Click, the sound boring a hole, deep into my skull, every time I heard it. Click, the sound a reminder, a solid unforgettable reminder, that I had spent money on something that was more of a pleasure than anything of worth.
CLICK.
“Dam windows work,” my yelling did little to move the windows.
A bead of sweat built up on my forehead. My

little sauna of a car with windows that did not roll down. Gremlin, what a piece of shit this car was. But what a name. It was the name which made me buy it figuring the chances would be high that the real ones would never try to harm one of their own. They weren’t. The little bastards turned my little driving box into a lemon overnight.
My skin curled as the bead of sweat worked its way down my face, neck and body. At least I could say that I was working on losing weight. She would have loved the idea of me losing a few pounds, it would have brought a chuckle to her that is if I had dared to

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bring her with me. The fates had smiled on me this day though as she had decided to meet me instead of riding with me. Or had they…

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Kaoru : In Loves Shadow coming this APRIL

Back Baby BACK


After a hard year and some setbacks my publisher is back. I must say that I lost hope there at the end but before I did anything stupid my publisher is back. I am actually very happy now.
This publisher is providing you all with my fantasy series Amber Light with the first book in the series Memories up and on their site. The second book is not far behind I hope since that has passed the vexing stages. Book three is on my table being edited and book four is being written. It is a five book series and will be done for you all to enjoy. Now without further adieu here is :

Amber Light Memories

The time is now. The place is Japan. Mark is living the only life he knows or can remember. He does not spend any more time away from his box-like apartment than is needed. There was always the fear that he might miss the lifestyle that he chose for himself. That is about to change. It all is about change because of her. After a long time, he has found love again—or is it the same love? All he knows is that Masumi has the eyes that he yearns for. Masumi also comes with a past that she herself does not even know. The world is about to unravel to show what lies behind this natural world we think we know. Memories kicks off the Amber Light series in a way never done before. Dive into this story head-first for the world where everything is what it is…unless it isn’t what is it. Follow the lives of these two young lovers as they piece together the happiness that we all strive to have.

Amber Light Memories

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Love my novel and the new addition to my collection my windows surface.

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