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Romance Writers Make the Best Lovers

When you write a spicy sex scene for your book, normally there isn’t much research going into it. Unless you are writing about Fetishes that you haven’t tried yourself.

Normally sex scenes come straight through imagination and fantasies.

When an author sits down to the keyboard and starts writing out these wonder scenes, the juices and the words flow naturally. Each movement, word, caress comes through the brain and into the fingers and onto the paper. There is no need to research, plan, or plot.

It’s right there fresh and in the mind. And most normal red blooded females will turn their head and look at the person they love and their libido piques. They walk over…oh, never mind, I’m sure you understand where this is going.

Not only writers get this wonderful hormonal surge, so do the readers of their wonderful works. I’ve been known to review books and rate them on the ‘O’ scale. When an author can take you there with their work, it’s then that you know this person knows how to take words and weave a web of seduction and desire.

One of my favorite web weavers is Kissa Starling. Each story scorches my mind and delivers a great deal of satisfaction. One of the newest and hottest authors I’ve read is Karen Bostrom. I just read Red Leather Reunion and even though the main characters don’t have intercourse the sexual tension is just amazing.

Who are your favorite sensual authors?

AJ Best
A touch of real life in every story.

Kidnapped Chapter 7 and 8

Chapter 7

Some men were just not that bright; her abductor, apparently, was one of them. “You may be wary of me, but you certainly are stupid.” Setting her coffee cup on the floor, she began untying herself. It didn’t take her long to get the ropes off, even with her left hand, given the fact that she was ambidextrous. Grabbing the chair she’d been tied to, she waited by the door for him to return.

“You messed with the wrong woman, big guy.” Giddy with excitement, she waited for him to return. She knew there would be no way she could get past him if she didn’t knock him out, and she hoped the chair did the trick. When she heard his familiar steps coming towards her, she felt the excitement ripple inside of her. Lifting the chair as best she could, she grunted with its weight; then with great patience, she waited.

The keys jingled, the door knob turned, the door opened. The instant he entered the doorway, she sent the chair crashing down on him. With a hearty groan, he went down.

“Yes!” Jumping over him, Liz darted from the room, freedom in her sights. Though she hadn’t knocked him out, she’d momentarily stunned him, which gave her enough time to make a break for it.

“She’s loose,” Mac called out, pushing the chair aside and bracing himself as he tried to stand.

She was free at last and nothing was going to prevent her from leaving. Seeing Betty Rubble blocking the bottom of the stairs didn’t faze her; she lifted her foot and kicked him right in the face. Her bare foot sang with pain. Ignoring it, she jumped over his slumped body and searched for an escape. She’d have plenty of time to deal with the pain after she was free.

“Grab her,” Mac yelled as he ran down the stairs.

“She fucking kicked me.”

“Deal with it, she’s getting away.” Jumping over Terry’s body at the bottom of the stairs, Mac ran after her.

She saw the back door and darted for it. Her hand reached out to the door knob as he caught up with her, grabbing her by the arm. She screamed, turning, fists ready.

Managing to avoid the fist flying towards his face, Mac grabbed her hand. “Son-of-a-bitch.” His shin rang with pain from the blow from her foot.

“Let me go.” She lashed out again, using her other hand to beat on his arms to get him to release her.

“The hell I will.” Spinning her, he pinned her against the door. “Get over here and help me already.”

Holding his bleeding nose, Terry swaggered towards Mac. “Just smack her, that’ll calm her down.”

“There’s been enough hitting. Grab her legs when I turn her.” Holding both arms behind her back, he spun them both and hooked one of his legs around hers to prevent her from booting Terry.

“You won’t get away with this.” Liz struggled, fighting to break free. When Betty grabbed her ankles, she bent her knees and tried pushing him away.

“Stupid bitch.”

“Hold her,” Mac warned him with stern eyes.

“I’ve got her.”

“You’ll pay for this, you bastards.” Twisting her body wildly, she made it damn near impossible for them to hang on to her. They carried her back up the stairs and into the bedroom as she struggled. She finally managed to slip her hands free of Bart’s hold, so she struck out at him and connected with Bart’s jaw.

“Damn it.”

“Yes, take that you bastard.” Her victory was sort lived as he grabbed her hands in one of his, then released her body having her angling nearly to the floor.

“Get her to the bed.”

“Now we’re talking.”

“No, no don’t, please don’t.” Liz quivered; she knew that tone in Betty’s voice and she couldn’t go through that


“Just grab the ropes.”

The instant he set her on the bed, she tried to break free. Her breath hitched when he climbed on top of her, pinning her down. “You won’t get away with this. I’ll see you both burn in hell for what you’ve done to me.” She bucked with her hips even though it was useless given the fact the guy weighed a great deal more than she did.

“Yeah, you keep dreaming, princess. Tie up her legs.”

“Ouch,” Liz gasped when Betty yanked her foot hard.

“Take it easy. There’s no need to be rough, Betty.”

“She fucking kicked me, Bart.” Betty grabbed her other foot with as much force as he had the other.

“Get out of here, I’ll deal with her. Go,” Bart demanded.

“Whatever.” Throwing his hands in the air, Betty shot Liz a nasty glare, then left the room.

“Now, let’s get these hands of yours tied up.”

“Get off of me, you brute.” She bucked, trying to knock him off of her. He fell forwards, his head hitting hers. “Ouch.”

“Very intelligent.”

Her pulse began to flutter again and she felt her body react in the most pleasant of ways. They both stilled. Though she stared into the face of a silly cartoon mask, she saw the warm eyes behind it and felt herself lost in his gaze.

Holding her hands with one of his, he used the other to touch her bleeding lip. “You’re bleeding,” he said softly, his eyes shifting to meet hers.

“Oh,” she sighed, lost in his gaze.

“I should clean it up for you.”

“Uh huh,” she panted, licking her lip. She tasted the blood and it drew her back. Blinking her eyes, breaking the hold he’d had on her, she came back to reality with a hard thud. “Get off of me already, you jerk.”

“You’ve got a real smart mouth there, princess.”

“And you’re as heavy as an elephant.” She bucked again, then remembered what happened the last time and settled down.

“If you had any weight on you, you might have been more successful in taking me out.” He slid off of her and stood, looked down then quickly turned away. “I’ll be right back with something for your lip.”

The door closed and she heard him lock it from the other side. Blowing out a deep breath, Liz tried to get her system to level out. She felt hot, but it had nothing to do with the warmth of the room. She knew this feeling and it was not a comfortable one. She’d seen the bulge in his pants before he abruptly turned and hurried from the room, and lord it was doing a number to her system. How on earth could she be feeling desire? The guy was her abductor.

As she lay on the bed, her arms tied above her head, she wondered what it would have felt like if he’d kissed her.


Sifting through the medicine cabinet in the hallway washroom, Mac tried to get his mind off of Liz. There was something seriously wrong with him for wanting her. Number one, he was holding her captive, it was wrong to want her. Number two, she was so not his type. He didn’t date prissy prima donna women. She wore designer everything and came from money and walked with her nose in the air, snubbing those beneath her—not the kind of woman who interested him.

Grabbing the skin glue, he reminded himself that in a few days it would all be over, she would go her way, he would go his. Liz would pass him sometime on the street and she wouldn’t have a clue it had been him that had taken her. Sighing, Mac wondered if he would be able to forget her as easily. Lord knew the guilt nagged him, especially after Terry’s attempted rape. His hand curled tight around the bottle. Bastard.

He needed to carry through with it; there was no other choice in that matter. Grabbing a cloth, he wet it, then walked back to the bedroom. In six days’ time, he would hand the bank the money they demanded and he would have his farm, free and clear.

Yes, but at what price?

Chapter 8

She heard the key in the door and turned her head as he entered the room. Look at him, she thought to herself as she scanned her eyes over his body. He was big, his arms were muscular, his chest was wide, most likely as muscular as his arms, and he looked like a frikin’ body builder. So not her type, not to mention the fact that he held her captive, for Christ’s sake. Then how did he manage to turn her on? Yet when he approached, the scent of his cologne floating towards her, she felt her body stirring with need.

“I should have thought of this before.”

Her mind clicked back. Looking up into that silly childish mask, she spoke without thought. “Perhaps thinking isn’t your forte.”

“Perhaps you should be grateful I’m fixing your lip,” he snapped back, just as snide.

“Grateful, yes, I should be fucking grateful your buddy smacked me, splitting my lip. Jackass.” She flinched, waiting for the assault.

Walking to the foot of the bed, he began untying her feet from the posts but leaving them tied together.

“What are you doing?” It astounded her that she constantly got away with the verbal abuse with him and never received any sort of repercussion.

“Moving you to the chair.”

“You really are a glutton for punishment aren’t you?”

He lifted her to her feet, holding her hands tight in his and met her glare. “I learn from my mistakes, princess.”

“Stop calling me that.” She spoke through gritted teeth.

“As long as it irritates you, princess, I’ll keep using it. Let’s go.” His eyes narrowed with warning. “Don’t even try it.”

With a cocky smile, she yanked her hands free.

“And how far do you think you’ll get with your hands and your feet tied together?” Reaching out, he grabbed hold of her hands once more.

“I untied myself once, I’ll do it again.” She hopped as he pulled her towards the chair, creating as much resistance as possible.

“Only because I was stupid enough to leave you with one hand untied.” He pushed her down onto the chair.

“At least we both agree you’re stupid.”

His hands holding her against the chair, he leaned down and got right in her face. “You really are gutsy for someone being held against her will.”

Her chin jutting out, she retorted. “You don’t scare me, Bart.”

“I could change that very easily.”

One look in his eyes and she knew better. He may look big, but he didn’t scare her in the slightest. “Is that Calvin cologne? I love the scent, very soft, very…nonthreatening.” She gritted her teeth in a mock smile.

His teeth grinding, he grabbed the ropes and began winding them around her body.

“Got nothing to say to that, do you, big guy?”

“You know, I still have the gag we used on you and I’m not against using it again.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” she challenged.

With a devious smile, he walked to his dresser, pulled open the top drawer and grabbed a red hanky. Turning to her, he waved it in her face. “Oh, I dare.”

“I’ll scream.”

“No one will hear you.”

She’d see about that. As she opened her mouth, ready to scream, she realized her mistake. He shoved the cloth in between her teeth, then tied it behind her head.

Laughing, he moved around to face her, dusting his hands. “Still in control here, princess, best to remember that.”

“Jackass,” she mumbled through the cloth, furious.

Still laughing, he opened the door and left her to fume.


“What was that all about?” Terry asked as Mac came down the stairs.

“Me having a little fun.”

“So why is it okay for you to have fun but I can’t?”

Mac turned to him with a frown. The guy was unbelievable. “Because my kind of fun doesn’t involve assault. Make something for dinner, okay?”

“I’m not your bitch, Mac, do it yourself.”

“What the hell is your problem?”

“I’m bored of this shit already.”

“Fine, then leave.” Nothing would please him more if the guy walked.

“I’m in this just as much as you, Mac, and I’m not leaving until I get what’s mine.” Terry stood, challenging Mac.

“What? An acting gig? Like that’s reason enough to kidnap someone.” Mac snorted, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.

“A lead role,” Terry corrected, “and let’s discuss why you’re doing it, Mac. Because your daddy couldn’t afford to make the payments on this place before he died.”

Mac’s fist curled at his side but he didn’t use it, even though he wanted to smash it into the bastards face. “Make something for dinner,” he said through gritted teeth. Yes, his father hadn’t been able to make the payments, but only because his health had been failing and he hadn’t wanted his sons to know.

“What the hell am I supposed to make?” Sitting back down, Terry picked up his journal and began writing.

“There’s chicken in the fridge, cook it however you see fit. I’ll be upstairs watching after Liz.” He crushed his cigarette out in the ashtray with a great deal of force.

“Why don’t you cook and I’ll watch her?”

“Because I don’t trust you to even look at her. Do as I tell you.”

His back up, Terry stood once more. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”

“I’m the guy who’s not telling the boss what you tried to do, and you know if he found out, you would be out on your ass without that lead role, or any fucking role for that matter. Still want to challenge me, pal?”

Gritting his teeth, Terry sat down and went back to his journal.

“Didn’t think so.” Enjoying his victory, Mac headed back up the stairs.

Have a Romantic Easter

Since Easter is this coming weekend, I thought I would do a post about romance at Easter time. Now, most people think the only romantic holiday is Valentine’s Day but that’s not entirely true. Think about it. All that chocolate? What woman doesn’t love chocolate and it can be very romantic and sexy if used the right way. 😉

But there are other ways to make this holiday a romantic one and I’m going to share them with you now. Plus, as an added bonus, I’ve found the top ten ways to propose using Easter as a theme. I love some of these ideas and I hope you all get a kick out of them as well.

  1. Easter Egg Hunt.
    Setup the hunt the night before. If you have kids, you may want to do the hunt in your bedroom. Fill the eggs with love notes, chocolates, and a few small romantic gifts. Jewelry is always nice.
  2. Egg-stra Special Love Notes.
    Wrap paper messages around chocolate eggs with ‘egg’ quotes such as: “You are egg-stra special to me”, “You egg-cite me!”, or “You’re an egg-stremely great wife/husband.”
  3. Dye Easter Eggs.
    If you like boiled eggs (or even if you don’t), dye Easter Eggs together. This is a fun activity that even adults can enjoy! If you get a white crayon, take the time to write romantic love messages on the eggs before you dye them. As you dye them, the messages will magically appear!
  4. Easter Lilies
    Surprise her with a room filled with potted Easter Lillies. They’re gorgeous, in bloom, and easy to care for. Make sure to add a card letting her know that your love is a pure as the white fragrant blooms.
  5. Easter Love Coupons.
    Fill those plastic Easter Eggs with bunches of love coupons for your partner to redeem during the remainder of April.
  6. Easter Egg Time Capsule.
    Create your own Easter memories. Each year, fill a plastic Easter Egg (you may want to buy the larger novelty ones) with notes and mementos of your relationship for the past year. Or, use your Easter Egg time capsule to record your feelings for your partner on that particular day. Each year, look back on your previous notes and include a new one.
  7. Aphrodisiac Easter Basket.
    Fill an Easter Basket completely full of various chocolates. You may want to include a few sexy love notes with suggestions for the night to come.
  8. Sexy Easter Basket.
    Most definitely not a basket for kids. Fill an Easter Basket full of sexy gifts such as massage oils, an intimate game, or edible underwear(yes, they make them in chocolate). You’ll definitely be hopping in the bedroom tonight.
  9. Easter Picnic
    This is a common suggestion, but not many couples actually take advantage of it! Pack a picnic lunch with Easter traditional’s like ham, plus a bottle of wine. Head out to your local park, snag a shady spot under a tree and prepare yourself for an afternoon of romance.

10. Easter Proposal.
Thinking about popping the question? Why not make it a romantic Easter proposal? Sure, you don’t usually think Easter when you think of proposals, but there are many creative and romantic Easter ideas for proposing marriage.

Here is a list of Top ten ways to propose on Easter.

1: Take her on an Easter Egg Hunt. You call fill plastic eggs with clues to the final egg that holds the ring or you can just hide several eggs with candy and one with the ring. When she finds the egg that contains the ring, get down on one knee and propose.

2: Give her an Easter basket with the ring in one of the eggs. Similar to the egg hunt, but without the hunt. When she opens the egg with the ring, get down on one knee and ask her to marry you.

3: Write the words “Will you marry me” each on a separate egg and make her find them. When she’s collected all of the eggs and read your message, get down on one knee and ask for her hand in marriage.

4: Write the words “Will you marry me?” on a boiled egg with a white crayon. When you dye eggs together, your message will appear on the special egg!

5: Give her a hollowed chocolate bunny. Break a small hole into one of the corners and slip the ring inside for the surprise of a lifetime.

6: Give her a stuffed Easter bunny with the ring tied around it’s neck with a ribbon. When she notices the ring, ask her to give you the honor of her hand in marriage.

7: Take her to your local mall and have a photo of the two of you taken with the Easter Bunny. While the photo is being taken, get down on one knee and propose. You’ll have a great photo of the special day and she’ll be completely surprised.

8: Give her a small basket filled with small egg shaped chocolates. Put the ring around one of the small eggs for her to find as she’s eating her sweet treats. When she finds it, tell her that she’s sweeter than candy and ask for her hand in marriage.

9: Take her out for Easter brunch and have the waiter bring the ring out as a surprise. When the waiter brings the ring out, get down on one knee and propose.

10: Make Jello Jigglers in the shape of Easter eggs (you can order a mold from the Jello website) and put the ring in one of the Jigglers.

Happy Easter everyone. May it be a romantic one. 🙂

Shiela Stewart

Sex Sells

Last week I talked about sweet sensual romance. This week I’m talking trash…well, erotic. LOL

I see it everywhere I go on-line. Erotic romance is the new wave. Personally, I don’t read them, but I am curious and must admit I am a little interested in writing it. So much so, I had an erotic romance series pop into my head over the weekend.  It’s a series about a matchmaking service dedicated to finding your compatible sexual mate.  I’ve already started writing the first one and who knows where it will go. With me, there is always more. LOL

So I thought for my post this week I would ask those out there what they like in an erotic novel?

Do you read it for the sex? Do you read it for the storyline? Are you curious what kinds of sexual situations the characters will get themselves into?

And let’s take a step further. What about Bondage romance.  Do you read it? What is it about BDSM that draws you in?

And for the erotic writers out there. What draws you in to writing erotic romance?

Sex sells, there is no doubt about that and apparently in ebooks it does quiet well. So here’s another question for you all. Do you think there is too much sex in books these days? What about TV shows, movies and commercials?

I’m curious to hear what you all have to say. Enquiry minds want to know. 🙂

Shiela Stewart

My Sex Scene Hang-ups


Conner slowly thrust into her. His lips brushed hers in a feather light caress before he whispered, “I want you again, Sandra. I’ll never get enough of you.”

Desire once more coiled through her. His words tugged at her heart. She wound her fingers in his thick hair, kissing him with all her love.

I smiled and pressed save on my computer. My first sex scene, complete. I clicked on the printer and printed out eight pages of what I thought was a hot, sensuous love scene between my hero and heroine. I gathered up the pages, grabbed my red pen and sat in my—well, okay my husband’s—lazy-boy recliner to edit.

As I read the pages over, my cheeks burned with embarrassment. Not because what I had written was unbelievably hot and erotic. Horrible was more like it. Instead of erotic and sexy, it was dull and flat.

So back to my computer to delete and rewrite. This time I would get it right, I reassured myself. Wrong! Again, bland.

This pattern continued for two weeks. I’d write, edit, revise, then eventually delete. By this time, panic had taken over. Every time I sat in front of my computer I would sweat and shake. Why was I having so much trouble? Writing a love scene shouldn’t be this difficult. I’ve written battle scenes complete with swords, guns and blood. And with a few revisions, they turned out quit well. Plus, I’ve never been in a battle, most of my fight scenes came straight from my imagination and what I’ve seen on TV. As for sex, well, I’ve been married for eighteen years and have two sons, so I’m no stranger to the act of physical love.

After a few more tries, with no usable results, I slumped back in my computer chair, wanting to give up.

Confused, tired and more then a little frustrated, I finally called an emergency meeting with my hero and heroine. While they sat across from me—in my mind–I stared at them, hoping they would enlighten me, but they remained silent. I spread my arms wide and asked, “Well?”

They looked at each other and shrugged. Then my hero cleared his throat. “We’ve been showing you over and over. It’s not our fault you can’t seem to get it correct.”

“And frankly, we’re exhausted, “ my heroine said.

Feeling even more depressed, I told them to take five. They smiled, linked hands and strolled off.

If they were taking five, I may as well take five—heck, ten.

I poured myself a coffee and sat at my kitchen table, gazing out at my yard. I allowed my mind to drift, wandering where it will. I’ve used this trick over the years to help me solve tough problems, be it writing related or life. My first thought was how nice the day was. The sun shone through the window, warming my face. I won’t bore you with the details, since most of my thoughts centered on gardening. But eventually my mind skipped to taking a week off writing. I decided to buy a romance novel and read—something I haven’t had time for lately. Then my mind skipped to how I determine what novel to purchase.

When buying a novel, the first thing I look at is the cover. If the cover catches my attention, I read the blurb on the back. If I’m still intrigued I open the book. Not to read the first sentence—the opening hook–or the first paragraph. In fact, the opening never factors in to whether or not I will buy that particular novel. I open to the first love scene. Now, keep in mind, I know nothing about the characters, just their names from the blurb. I don’t know their conflicts, what drives them, I haven’t been with them as the sexual tension mounts. I’m in the dark.

If the love scene held my attention both emotionally and physically I would make a purchase. If the scene felt flat and dull, or I couldn’t feel the passion, the heat between the hero and heroine, the book went back on the shelf.

Suddenly, it hit me. The fog lifted from my mind. Sure I was writing the action in my love scene, but I missed many key ingredients. Emotions, and the use of the five senses: touch, taste, smell, hearing, and sight. My characters were just going through the motions. No thoughts on how they felt, what they saw, what the other tasted like, what they whispered in the heat of passion, how the other smelled and how it affected them.

Elated, I ran back to my computer, but didn’t start typing right away. Before I got carried away, I needed to check to make sure I had used the senses to build sufficient sexual tension. I quickly looked over my manuscript and sighed. Yes, I had used emotions and the senses.

In fact, I had built the tension so high, I was afraid—and obviously with good reason–I wouldn’t be able to deliver when it came down to the sex act itself. I had spent so much energy getting them to the juicy stuff and now that they had arrived, I dropped the ball.

I realized if readers made it this far, went through the build up with my characters, they would expect a hot, emotionally driven, satisfying love scene. This knowledge only further added to my stress.

With my notebook in hand, I sat down in my lazy-boy recliner and closed my eyes. I opened my mind to my characters, watched what they had to show me, felt what they felt, tasted what they tasted. It started with a kiss. I allowed their emotions to wash over me, listened to the sounds they made and heard. Slowly, I started writing. As nature took its course, I wrote everything down, no matter how small or insignificant it seemed. When all was said and done, I read over my notes. I was pleasantly surprised.

Back at my computer I sat down and wrote. I made sure I used the writing rules; stayed in my POV character’s head, showing my other character’s emotions through actions and whispered words. Used simple direct words for the action. Avoided passive voice. But more importantly, I was attuned to my character’s emotions, and made use of all the senses. My end result was a hot, spicy love scene.

Another small useful trick I learned in writing any action scene is as the action escalates, use short, punchy sentences. They should become shorter, and shorter, shorter, shorter, until, until, until . . . it’s over. Then you slowly ease the reader down from the pinnacle so they can catch their breath right along side your characters.

I hope you’ll join me next Saturday. I’ll be talking about the little voice in my mind. It’s the one that loves nothing more then to tell me I can’t write. Mocks me at every turn.

Until then, happy writing

Brenda Dyer