And Then it Died…

I can’t tell you the moment I was attracted to you. Or why it happened when I knew it was wrong.

I can’t pinpoint when it was, but I can tell you it struck like lightening. We clicked in a way I hadn’t expected.

It swept over me like wild fire. Was it the same for you? I often wonder…

You called me babe and convinced me I was sexy. I was worthy after he’d brought me low.

Then things shifted… and then it died.

Love Lust & Other Drugs

What had begun innocently enough was now an addition. An intimate cry for attention.

A text, a complementary, a smile. It didn’t mean anything, and yet it meant everything.

The thrill, heart pounding sending blood pounding causing skin to flush.

He’s a temptation his kiss like a rush of cocaine through her body, and like a junkie she craves his touch.

His mouth on her lip. His hands on her skin. She is empty without him. He is an itch she can’t scratch.

He burrows into her and she wallows in him. He is the one thing she can’t cut out of her no matter how hard she tries.

He is poison, a deep stain spreading across her skin yet she still swallows him down she loves the taste of sin.

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Anticipation

17He buckled the collar around her neck. The thick leather sliding into place against her throat felt like coming home after a long journey. The snaps on the bindings holding her wrists were next. Her breath caught and held as he drew her hands above her head securing them to the headboard.

She gave the experimental tug – she always did. It didn’t matter that she knew the bindings wouldn’t budge. Now it was only her words that would set her free. She clamped her lips tight unwilling to utter the words that would grant her escape. She caught his eye he wouldn’t blindfold her preferring instead that she was aware of his every reaction. It made her arousal sharper and shifted on the bed suddenly uncomfortable.

He didn’t say a word but his stare pinned her in place. It was a game they would play she loved him stoic, strong and silent. He loved her quivering all her barriers broken down until she was free. Free to love him free to feel. It  was a test, a battle of wills to see who would win first – and oh how she loved the game.

“Are you ready?”

She knew if she wasn’t he’d wait but she was more than ready. She licked her lips prepared to answer and thrilled at the heat that flared in his gaze. The game was on.

Story Book Love

18As anyone who knows me personally knows I love the song, and since the musical mayhem that plagued my wedding it has become more my wedding song than the song I originally picked. So a few days ago on my anniversary when hearing this song again it brought me a lot of good memories of that day. It also made me consider the lyrics from a writers context, and I realized that while it’s accurate that the majority of romance does feature a HEA ending – this is not always the case. Many books are now cut down into several parts creating a serial read. Does it cheat the audience? From a writing stand point I can understand why this is done but I have to say I often feel a bit cheated. I come to the last chapter of my book, and I’m expecting that things are wrapping up everyone is happy (or at the very least happy for now). I turn the page to find the story continues in another yet to be released book. I get it, I really do from an author stand point but as a reader it can be the most frustrating thing.

It also made me think of things from a content level. I realize that the lyrics are speaking of more a fairy tale, a classical archetype but in good writing things are complex characters are complex and flawed. In real life people are imperfect and messy, and like a train wreck none of us can resist cranking our neck to see how things play out.

This is what I hope to bring to my readers. The train wreck you can’t look away from. Characters so painfully real that  you weep and bleed with them when they are hurt and when they feel joy your chest swells with elation for them.

Authors are assholes to their characters though. In order to make them real we subject them to all sorts of terrible things

we hope and pray will never happen to us in real life. In erotic romance we make their encounters as hot and steamy as possible. Today in the sequel we’re playing in the barn…stay tuned for a sneak peek a little later.

Sometimes amidst all the character anxiety the reader in me scolds the author. “Don’t you know that story book love always has a happy ending?”