I love romance. Especially the HEA. Unfortunately, I haven't always gotten it. I don't think everyone, outside romance writers, knows the difference between a romance and a love story. I settled down one evening to watch Nights in Rodanthe. It was listed as a romance. My sister told me how much she thought I'd love it. She knows I love a good romance.
The movie started off beautifully. The hero and heroine helped each other get over their issues and they had a lovely, passionate, make you sigh romance. Spoiler alert. The hero dies at the end. I was pissed! Where was my HEA? I felt cheated. Don't get me wrong. I liked the movie, but I wanted my HEA!
That was not the first time I had this experience. The same thing happened when I went to see Titanic. I knew people were going to die. I know the Titanic's history. But damn, damn, damn! The hero died at the end. The movie Green Card. The hero gets deported. This has happened time and time again.
Sometimes I'm in the mood for a love story. When something is listed as a love story, I know things may not work out, and I'm prepared. But you don't often see a movie listed as a love story. Maybe someone should clue in the networks.
This is why I like reading romance novels. I always know what I'm going to get at the end. My HEA.