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Describe the book you've always wanted to read: the trope, the world, the two of them, how slowly they fall. Romancie writes the whole novel for you, chapter by chapter, with a cover of its own.
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RELATIONSHIP
Forbidden
LEADS
Charming Rogue
SETTING
Regency London
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Imagine
Describe the vibe.
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02 · Imagine
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Describe the novel you want: the characters, the setting, the tension, the atmosphere, or the story you've always wanted to read. Romancie will map it onto a full specification.
The more you share, the more precisely Romancie can shape your novel.
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02 · Imagine
Your novel, mapped.
01Romance
Historical romance
02World
Gilded Age New York · a Fifth Avenue mansion
03Characters
She: bookish heiress, secret novelist
He: financier, ruthless, protective
He: financier, ruthless, protective
04Relationship
Strangers · power imbalance · combative
05Tropes
Forced marriage · Enemies to lovers
06Story
Cozy · atmospheric · happily ever after
07Spice
Choose your heat
Closed DoorMildOpen DoorSpicy
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Your novel
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Reading your brief
Planning the story, chapter by chapter
Bringing Clara and Cross to life
Writing chapter one
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Your novel is ready
The House on Fifth Avenue
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Chapter
One
“Then I shall go without your consent,” Beatrice said, though her hand trembled on the latch. “And if you lock the door, I shall use the window.”
I considered this.
The window was three floors above a conservatory roof and lacked even a convenient drainpipe. Beatrice possessed determination, but I had neglected to give her balance.
I dipped my pen again and drew a line through the sentence. Outside my windows, the October light had thinned to amber, catching on the dust above my desk and the worn gilt of the picture frames. The room smelled of paper, coal smoke, and the iron bite of ink.
Beatrice remained stranded at the door.
I pressed the feathered end of my pen against my lip. If she waited for permission now, I would lose all respect for her.
I knew exactly how frightened she was. I had only to decide what she did with the fear.
My pen had just touched the paper when someone knocked.
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