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THE WICKED SIDE OF RESEARCH
by Minnette Meador
People ask me all the time how I research for love scenes and keep them hot. To tell you the truth, the answer is not as sexy as the scenes, unfortunately. It takes hours of arduous testing, exhausting marathons, risky experimentation, backbreaking repetition, over and over and over again. And then there are those long hot nights of sweating, groaning, and screaming. Honestly, it’s grueling. My poor husband has to put up with so much.
Now that I have your attention, the truth is I read erotic stories and, secretly, LOVE them. I have many author friends who write erotica very well and try, unsuccessfully, to bring me over to the dark side. It has been tempting and one day I may try my hand at it. For the time being, the closest I’ve gotten is in my current romantic paranormal comedy, A GHOST OF A CHANCE. The second chapter consists of Keenan succumbing to a very sexy succubus in the most graphic way. It actually earned me a slot on an erotic site instead of its sister romance site. My corrupters would be so proud!
Someone asked me the other day if my husband and I do something that inspires certain… situations in my books. Actually, it’s the other way around. I’m telling you, if my DH wasn’t 7 years younger than me, I don’t know what we’d do. He’s such a good sport. Does it bother him? When I get the wide grin off his face, I’ll ask him.
I wish I could tell you that writing the scene sets off bells and whistles… well, okay, it does the first time around, but after a dozen revisions, it’s just… well, okay it still does, but then there are the galley proofs. Oh hell! Who am I kidding? It does… every… single…time. ~SIGH~ If you ever want to add a little sizzle into your love life sit down and write an erotic scene, the closest to your fantasies and the more graphic, the better. Then read it to your husband… you know, just to get his, uh… input. Trust me, if he’s alive, you’ll get all the input you can handle.
Anyway, if you want to read a real example of the above, there are two great ones in my new book, A GHOST OF A CHANCE. You be the judge.
Blurb: Keenan Swanson is your typical, everyday graphic designer. Well, except for the hundreds of pesky, prank-loving poltergeists that make his life interesting (in a Chinese curse sort of way). He finds his situation precarious yet manageable—until witty, smoking-hot coworker Isabella enters the scene and Keenan decides he wants her all for himself. With a horny succubus who has other ideas, a burly city cop determined to lock Keenan away, and an evil entity who’s hell-bent on using Keenan’s seed to create a living demon, the reluctant psychic realizes he just might not come out of this alive—or with heart intact.
The dream was so real.
Hands slithered over Keenan’s body, but they were detached somehow. It was hard to describe. Starting on his scalp, the hot tickling sensation sent tendrils of pleasure down his gut and directly into his cock. It was painfully erect, aching for a good hard squeeze, but he couldn’t reach down to touch it.
A weight pressed down on his body, holding him to the bed. Keenan could actually feel his body sinking into the mattress. Something heavy, like invisible clay, pressed against his face. He couldn’t move. He wasn’t scared at all…just horny as hell.
The hands massaging his scalp moved down to his face, pressing his eyes closed with what he could only assume must have been thumbs. They moved down his face and found his lips, parted them, and thrust a slender finger into his mouth. There was no taste, but the soft, warm texture electrified his senses. He sucked on it instinctively. It was deeply sexual and made his cock throb in anticipation. To his utter dismay the finger slipped from his mouth and trailed down his chin.
Keenan opened his eyes. Light from an outside streetlamp illuminated the foot of his bed and half his dresser. When she appeared in a wisp at his feet, he had to struggle to lift his head enough to see her.
Naked heaving breasts came into view; the nipples were long, slate hard, and the areolas black against dark skin. Her waist and hips were slim. Stretched fingers pinched the nipples, making them longer, more rigid. The triangle of her pussy was bald, the slit dark and inviting. Hazy clouds covered her face, making it soft and featureless, but billowing tendrils of black hair twisted out from around it, flowing in a wind Keenan couldn’t hear. It moved in a watery dance.
The covers glided slowly down his body. The soft touch of the silk made his cock twinge in agony and he gritted his teeth to hiss his pleasure. Electric shocks ignited the nerves in his neck, shoulders, and arms. When Keenan was completely exposed, he wasn’t cold. His cock sprang into ready position. The hair on his arms and legs snapped with static.
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Now about the contest:
Minnette will be giving away a Kindle at the end of her promotions campaign and anyone who comments on her tour, or on her blog, will be entered into that drawing. One randomly drawn commenter from the tour itself will-- in addition-- win a $100 Amazon gift certificate. Follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here: http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2011/05/virtual-book-tour-ghost-of-chance-by.html.
Thanks so much to my incredible host Laura and her amazing blog. She’s the best!
Thank you, Minnette. I love your work. And to my readers, thanks for dropping by!