Thursday, August 25, 2011

Love Scenes or Sex Scenes

I have a real problem writing the intimate details of a romantic sex scene. I've had readers ask if I'm writing from experience and know I blush. My response is always the same. I have a very good imagination, but my head fills with all kinds of pictures. Me tumbling around on tangled sheets with my dark, dangerous hero? Me sprawled on the top of a desk? Me in the forest on a carpet of flowers? Wow!

Writing sex is passionate, but writing a romantic love scene takes a lot more to make it real to my readers. It isn't enough to describe where he puts his hand or kisses. His emotions must show, too. He not only wants sex, he wants love, fulfillment, a committment for her so he can be fulfilled.

And the heroine? Her emotions are tearing her apart even as she recognizes what being with this wonderful man will mean to her. Somewhere deep inside she knows she loves him, but is she also wary? Longing for him to commit? Afraid he will disappear with the dawn?

I took my hero and heroine on this journey in Ancient Blood.

“Lily?” His strong hands gently cupped her shoulders.
“Don’t, please don’t.”
She pulled away, fully intending to flee. Her resistance shattered, and she turned into his embrace. It was too late to escape. Pressing against his strength, she wound her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. His erection prodded her stomach, and she moaned. A heavy groan filled his throat as he lifted her from her feet. He kicked the bag aside as he sat her on the counter.
“I can’t wait,” he growled. His flaring aura spiraled with colors she couldn’t name. She caught her breath. One hand burrowed through her hair, keeping her still as he stepped between her thighs. “You’re all I could think about all day.”
Clasping her bottom, he slid her to the edge of the counter. With his lips claiming her mouth, he unbuttoned her slacks, than lifted her slightly to push them down and off.
The cold surface only made her more aware of his scorching heat. His rough denim pants scraped her inner thighs in contrast with the silky hair under her palms. Her pulse leaped, and she gasped. His male scent mixed with hints of the wild forest filled her nostrils. When his fingertip explored the heated moisture gathering at her juncture, she tightened her thighs around his hips.

Lily Alban escapes a murderous stalker, but his vicious attack leaves her with the ability to see auras. She finds safety in the tiny hamlet of Rhodes End where a stranger stands out like a red light. Try as she might to deny her growing desire for Cole, she seeks his help but soon discovers the man she loves is not a man at all.
Werewolf Cole Benedict resists his attraction to Lily. A botanist researching the healing herbs to find a cure for Lycanthropy, he’s determined to protect Lily from her stalker as well as himself even in human form, but instinct takes over when he changes to his inner beast.
Together they must use their extraordinary gifts to catch Lily’s stalker before he attacks again, but revealing their secrets to one another could destroy their growing love or save them both.

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