Today on the blog I welcome yet another new to me author who writes sexy and smart contemporary romances. She just recently released the first novel in her new Shore Secrets series, Up To Me.
I gave her the task of coming up with a guest post that my romance-addict readers would love to read and she decided on a little exposé about How To Make Sex Interesting.
Okay Christi we're all um ears :) !
Ella Mayhew’s always appreciated the beautiful view of Seneca Lake from the spa window of her family’s hotel. But the view improves dramatically when a hot stranger runs across the grounds—shirtless. He’s the first man to kickstart her hormones in the three years since she lost her parents, and she doesn’t even know his name.
Graydon Locke’s on his umpteenth undercover assignment. The routine’s always the same: assess a business, recommend it for closure, then roll out before anyone discovers his decisions impact hundreds of lives. He’s always believed nothing good comes out of small towns. Why would this one be different? Then he makes two classic rookie mistakes—falling for the sweet, sexy girl who owns the very business he’s on the verge of axing. And letting the town’s residents get involved in both his life, and his relationship with Ella.
Ella’s the best thing to ever happen to Gray, but he’s lied to her from the start. If he pulls the plug on Mayhew Manor, the entire town may crumble. Ella couldn’t save her parents, but it’s up to her to save their hotel. Even if that means turning her back on true love.
Read an Excerpt:
Read an Excerpt:
How To Make Sex Interesting
Insert Tab A into Slot B. Something you see on instructions for assembling, well, everything. Also a great euphemism for sex. But it does kind of bring up the problem with writing sex scenes – you can reduce the entire act to a few basic, mechanical words. And yet, in a romance, there are three huge payoffs for a reader:
1) the meet cute,
2) the big sex scene, and
3) the undying declaration of love/proposal.
So I have a duty to my readers to make it spectacular.
So it can’t *just* be sex for the sake of a good time. There’s got to be emotions and fluttery hearts and more than a tad of holy shit, are we really doing this?!?! It has to mean something. It can’t just be a good thing (that is, a very, very good thing) – it also has to be a complication. A leap to another level that comes with a whole new set of problems.
Here’s a peek at the emotional start to my sex scene in Friends To Lovers:
“I hid from you—and from myself—the way you made me feel. But I always noticed. How beautiful you always are.” Gib combed his fingers through her hair after he removed the elastic. Pulled it over her shoulders to fan across her breasts. The backs of his knuckles grazed her skin. “Your hair’s like sunshine streaming down. Your lips taunt men with their fullness. I’d look into your eyes, and wish I could see them glazed with passion.”
Mouth dry, Daphne said, “Maybe stripping my shirt off wasn’t obvious enough. I want to do this, Gib. I want to be with you. You don’t have to romance me.”
“That’s why I want to. Why I have to. There’s no playbook between you and me. Not anymore. There’s just the woman I adore more than I ever thought possible. The woman I crave.”
Since I write contemporary romance, I can only go so far in the sexual Olympics. There are no apparatuses or extra people or blood-sucking thrills. But I do try to go the extra mile. No spoilers, but I’ve had my characters do it on a bed covered with rose petals, in a shower, a casino hot tub, in a department store dressing room, a snow-packed car, and a garden. An unusual setting can crank the specialness up a couple of notches. The book I’m writing now will have the big moment at a waterfall. And in my latest release Up To Me, they’re on a massage table in a spa.
Here’s a tiny, R-rated peek:
“To further clarify my answer to your earlier question, I’m not aiming to give you a successful orgasm. I want to give you a spectacular one.” Gray lifted the squeeze bottle of her massage oil high, then loosed a steady drizzle onto her nipple.
Ella’s eyes must’ve rolled back in her head. Or she’d closed them. She just knew that instead of Gray’s face, she was suddenly seeing stars. The stream of oil moved over to her other breast. Needing to touch him even more, she flailed out an arm. Grabbed onto his thigh and clung, digging her fingers into the solid core of muscle.
Possible TMI – did any of my first times with a guy happen with such spectacle? Nah. But then, I don’t live in a romance novel. Gotta kick everything up a notch to keep those pages turning!
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Bio: Christi Barth earned a Masters degree in vocal performance and embarked upon a career on the stage. A love of romance then drew her to wedding planning. Ultimately she succumbed to her lifelong love of books and now writes award-winning contemporary romance. Christi is President of the Maryland Romance Writers and lives in Maryland with her husband.