I frequently get asked what inspires
me to write a love scene. It’d be easier to list what doesn’t inspire me
to write hot sex. For those wondering, my high school algebra teacher and Steve
Buscemi top that list. But let’s get back to what does go into creating those
sexy times.
For me, it always starts with the
characters. If I’ve done my job right, the sexual tension between the hero and
heroine should be at the boiling point before the clothes start coming off. I
want them to be panting with the desperate need to get nekkid and busy
between the sheets, on the kitchen table, the bathroom sink, the garden shed,
the drive through at McDonalds (Would you like that orgasm supersized? Yeah,
you know you do.)
So what might be some of the sexual
stimuli responsible for getting my hero and heroine hot and bothered?
Sometimes it’s as simple as a touch. A teasing brush of his fingers across the
heroine’s nape. Add to that maybe a certain look in his eyes. You know the one.
That ‘Baby, if we weren’t standing in the lawn tractor aisle at Home Depot
right now, I’d mow your turf six ways to Sunday’ sparkle in his eye.
In case you didn’t know, the potent combination of lawn equipment, power tools
and fertilizer fumes does lusty things to the male brain. Call it the perfect
trifecta of horniness, if you will. But back to our hero and heroine. By now,
she’s experiencing that delicious, shivery anticipation of more skin on skin
contact with her hero. She starts imagining the glide of his fingers along more
intriguing places than the nape of her neck. Maybe there are more tactile
sensations involved as well. The rasp of his beard stubble across her breasts,
her stomach…lower…
…lower…
Yeah, right there—
Attention shoppers, all hanging
geranium baskets are currently half off!
Don’t you hate it when the perky
sales announcer interrupts just when things are getting good? This of course
mimics what my characters frequently go through during their constant dance of
seduction. Instead of dirt cheap geraniums, the culprit for nookie blocking might
initially be the hero and heroine’s own stubbornness. Or maybe we’ll blame it
on the pain-in-the-ass neighbor who always picks the worst time to borrow a cup
of sugar. Just you wait, pain-in-the-ass neighbor. That cup of sugar
won’t mean diddly squat in chapter eight when the zombies get you.
But I digress. Back to our poor
heroine. It’s safe to assume that her anticipation isn’t the only thing
quivering at this point. Thanks to her lusty thoughts and the sexual cues
coming from our hero, every nerve ending in her body is primed and ready. Each
breath she drags in is saturated with the sultry promise of sex. She can
already feel his strong, powerful body over her, inside her, and the wanton
ache of needing him is both tormenting and oh so delicious.
There’s only one thought in her mind
now. You know the one. Goes something like this–Honey Buns, if
we weren’t standing in the lawn tractor aisle at Home Depot right now, I’d rock
your world better than a Toro 12 amp variable speed electric blower. That’s
right. With variable speed. Oooh mama.
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| Requisite shot of inappropriately placed leaf blower |
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Speaking of men who know their way around a woman's turf, my newest release, Double Dare, features two hot, sex-on-a-stick landscapers. (Nice segue there, huh?) I'm kinda impressed with myself right now. But I digress. If you haven't picked up your copy yet, you can snag it for the super dooper bargain steal price of 99 cents. And while you're at it, don't forget to grab the other Lusty Linguists contributions to the April Fools For Love collection.
Double Dare: April Fools For Love
When the Lights Go Out: April Fools For Love
Biting Serendipity: April Fools For Love (Biting Love Short Bites Book 4)
Fringe Benefits
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From the moment Graham Barlow and Matt Spencer moved into the bungalow
across from hers, Dani Tipton’s willpower has been strung to its limit.
Ignoring the hot and heavy fantasies the two hunks inspire on a daily
basis is more than any woman’s libido can take. Although temptation
beckons, Dani’s determined to be a good role model for her wild,
trouble-prone younger sister. Jumping in the sack with either of her
sexier-than-sin neighbors sure as hell wouldn’t help her case. But when
her sister sets up the ultimate April Fools’ prank, Dani suddenly winds
up neck-deep in a compromising position. Literally.
For the last eighteen months, Graham and Matt have been carrying a
major case of blue balls for Dani. No matter how hard they flirt or lay
on the charm, she’s kept them strictly in the friend’s zone. So when
they discover her buck naked in their swimming pool they figure they’re
either hallucinating—or have been handed their one shot at rocking
Dani’s panties off. Not too difficult to do, seeing how she’s not
wearing any. Convincing her to indulge in a little frisky threesome
skinny dipping? Easy enough. And the sexy interlude that follows is hot
enough to boil the pool water. But when it comes to making their
unconventional triad permanent, Matt and Graham issue Dani the biggest
dare of all—entrusting them with her heart.
Warning: This M/F/M ménage brings new meaning to getting to know
your neighbor. Lusty pool shenanigans and creative uses for hot tub
jets. No bathing suit required, but bring an extra towel. Things are
bound to get wet.
Do you have to drink coffee to be an author? Of course not. Not...technically. But I will say, whenever we all congregate for a conference, one of the most vitally important questions asked is, "Where's the closest coffee shop?"
I started drinking coffee heavily when I was working overnights at a restaurant. When it's 4am and you're third shift crew has called off and you realize you're stuck there until at least 8am after working ten hours already...you learn there is something to this dark and devious brew.
I started to spend a lot of my late nights typing away on the computer. Granted...not all the ideas were my best, but sometimes I came up with something other people actually wanted to read. That's when I started drinking a bit of coffee to get some traction in my brain after a 12 hour shift. (Like the one I did last night)
