Please welcome Lynda Bailey, author of The Erotic Escapades of a Married Couple, to the blog! (And Lynda also loves dark chocolate and wine!)
I want to verb your noun…
I saw that saying on Facebook a while ago and it describes exactly how I, as a devout reader of erotic romance, want love scenes to read. I want graphic verbing of nouns. I want to feel every caress, every pinch and every thrust. I want to experience the buildup to orgasmic delight and then relish in the release. I want my palms to grow sweaty and for my heart to race. I want my noun to verb…
I think you get the idea – as does my husband! LOL
And being an erotic romance writer, it’s my challenge to bring that same connection level to my readers. Which ain’t so easy. I know of authors who’ve decided on a lark to “write a romance.” How hard could it really be? Well, to write a good romance, one that sucks readers into a story to pluck their heartstrings (and other body parts <g>) it’s tough. Damn tough. Contrary to misguided opinions, it’s not just a matter of writing porn. Of throwing people on a page who have copious amounts of sex with one another. If that were the case, then my newest release, Erotic Escapades of a Married Couple, would have been a waltz in the park. It wasn’t, believe me.
I ventured into totally unchartered territory for Deana and Grif and Vance’s story, exploring not only the dynamics of an M/M sexual relationship, but also the hopes and fears and desires of my three characters as they struggled to find their HEA—together.
Oh, and along the way, there was also some serious verbing of nouns going on. Just so you know. <wink>
So what’s your opinion? Are you like me, preferring the explicit verbing of nouns. Or would you rather have the bedroom door close? Share your thoughts and one lucky commenter will win a $10 Amazon gift card so be sure to leave your email.
Thanks again to Julie for hosting me today!
I live in Reno, NV with my husband of thirty years (yes, I’m really that old) and two pampered pooches. For me, the only thing better than reading a romance is writing one. That and drinking red wine while eating dark chocolate. My manuscripts have been finalists in major contests, including the 2010 Romance Writers of America® Golden Heart®. You can drop me a line at Lynda@lyndabailey.net or visit me at www.lyndabailey.net. I’d also love for you to *like* me on FB https://www.facebook.com/LyndaBaileyRomanceAuthor and *follow* me on Twitter. https://twitter.com/authorlyndab
Here’s a blurb for Erotic Escapades of a Married Couple
Being a settled, married couple doesn’t have to be boring…
Griffin Jensen has it all. He owns a successful advertising agency, has a great kid, beautiful home and the hottest wife known to man. He and Deana make it their mission to fulfill each other’s every erotic fantasy. So why does he feel like something is missing?
Deana Jensen has been head over heels in love with her husband since they first dated in college. Back then, Grif was a player—with both sexes. Deana never considered his bisexual past a threat, but after twelve years of marriage, she fears she’s no longer enough for him. She’ll do whatever it takes to satisfy her husband, but can she share him with another man?
Vance Korbett swore off women years ago when his fiancée left him at the altar. Now he finds “love” in the arms of different men. It’s simple and easy. Eat. Sleep. Screw. Nothing could be better—other than the marital bliss he sees with his best friends, Deana and Grif.
Too bad three’s a crowd. Or is it?
Enjoy a steamy excerpt from Erotic Escapades of a Married Couple
“How do you envision this working with us?” Vance asked the tinted glass.
Grif ruthlessly crushed the hope budding in his chest at the question. “Since you’ve sold this place I guess that means you’ll move in with us.”
Vance whipped around. “Now I know you’re out of your fucking mind. Move in with you? And what? Share a bedroom with you two? Jesus Christ. What about Janie?”
“We’d set you up in the basement.”
“The basement?” Vance sneered. “I don’t think so. I refused to be the pervert uncle living in the fucking basement.”
Anger flashed through Grif. “That’s not what I meant and you know it. It’s a daylight basement, completely finished with its own bathroom and a separate entrance. We’d have to be discreet around Janie, but she’d love to have you around twenty-four seven. I’m sure.”
“Glad you’re sure.” He stared at the floor, his broad shoulders stooped slightly, like he carried the weight of the world on them. After a long moment, he met Grif’s gaze. “What if you change your mind?”
Grif’s heart twisted painfully at the soft question. He understood his friend’s fear. Christ, he shared it. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t try his damnedest to make this thing work. He took a step. “And what if you change yours or Deanie changes hers? You’re hung like a bear, man. I know. I’ve showered with you. And what if my wife decides she’d rather be with you than me?”
A small curl lifted one side of Vance’s mouth as a roguish spark lit his eyes. Good God. He looked good enough to eat. Literally.
Vance shifted closer. “Guess that means the possibility also exists that you and I could leave…her.”
Anticipation detonated the air. Grif’s chest constricted, making it damn near impossible to breathe. He took another step. “Not likely,” he choked out.
“True. Seems we all have some…skin in the game.”
Grif quirked a grin. “Guess we do. But I wouldn’t call this a game.”
With each advance that he took, Vance matched it until he stood within two inches of the other man, but not touching him. Vance stared at his mouth so hard, his lips tingled. Grif inhaled a shaky breath. “Now what?”
Vance lifted his gaze. The blatant hunger gleaming in his blue, green eyes rushed blood to Grif’s cock.
“Now you kiss me.”
Thank you, Lynda Bailey! Don’t forget to answer Lynda’s question: Do you prefer the explicit verbing of nouns, or would you rather have the bedroom door close? Leave a comment for a chance to win a gift card!