Bet
you thought this was a sex post, hm? Well I'm sure if I wanted to, I could take
some of my talent and do just that, caress you with literary lessons of love
lost and lone wolves winning, but I'd rather not. The idea for one bores me, and for two, you're
already aware I'm an erotic romance author so that automatically makes me teh
sex.
What
I'm talking about has to do with the actual writing process. In a book I'm working on for agent Saraitza
Hernandez, both my hero and heroine have the same goal, get to the villain. My hero's goal is actually to bring him in,
her goal is to kill him.
When
I realized that issue as part of the conflict in my plotting process I thought,
hey? Didn't I just read that? I damn sure did. In Lover Avenged by JR Ward, both John
Mathews and Xhex are after Lash, both of whom want to kill him for his being a
bad, bad man. It's funny how that sort
of snuck in there as I'm sure I've read that theme before.
Probably
in an Angela Knight book or maybe even Christina Dodd. I'll take that theme one step further. In Burn Notice, the world of Michael Westen
has themes that pop up and while I'm never trying to rip off the show directly,
it never ceases to amaze me where my ideas come from. It only takes a few minutes of playing "what
if" with characters I create from hearing song lyrics and BAM, I've got an
instant story.
In
my latest contemporary romance from Sizzler Editions, I did just that.
Kandy is a young, free spirit. Not afraid to live life, she
pushes her body and soul to the limit, hitting all the loud metal concerts,
knocking back drinks with the best of them, and coming home hung over to Ian
Richards, the man who has taken her under his wing since she came to live with
him after her parents died years ago.
Of course, Ian has a past too. He and his ex-wife parted on
friendly enough terms, but he still feels guilty for their breakup. It seems to
him that his sexy little roommate, who happens to be nine years younger than
him, was a part of their problem. Only, his concern for her seemed fatherly
until she comes home one night after a Slipknot concert and decides to seduce
him. After all, she's old enough.
For someone her age, she's wise beyond her years, which even
Ian can give her, but still. Can Kandy show Ian that in order to grow, he has
to get his priorities straight? Can he get out of his head and let go of the
past long enough to see just what he has under his nose? Or will he cling to
memories of the past failures and remain stuck?
With
this idea I pretty much took the basic romance template and put my characters
in it. In my world I'm used to having
one friend who is in her early 20s. I
played what if, she were actually like me in youthful aggression, passion and
work ethic, but what if she were in love with her older roommate.
Let's
see…how did that turn out? The excerpt
of course has a partial answer!
Speeding down I-45 towards Dallas, he didn't know what he
was thinking when he let her drive. It
was one thing to say "here, let's take my car," and another to say
"Kandy, you drive."
He should have known better.
Taking his car was a better choice, it was brand new. He took very good care of his new Jaguar, but
Kandy just had to test the new fuel injection system on the highway this
time of year. She just had to
test the sound system complete with the latest and cleanest speakers on the
market.
It wouldn't be so bad if she listened to something calmer
than the vocalist from Mudvayne scream.
Of course, maybe she identified. The vocalist was quite pissed off, but he had
to be in his early twenties, right?
Stopping at a truck stop in Centerville, they both got
out, stretching their legs. Kandy was
dressed in blue jeans that hugged her well rounded ass and emphasized just how
tiny she was, a red velvet jacket that hid her frame. She wore a tight black top, showing Ian
plenty of cleavage. Her bright red
ponytail swung over the curve of her ass.
Complete with two inch boots, she was a knockout!
Ian dressed more conservatively. Black slacks, a beautiful purple ribbed
sweater that Kandy bought him last year for Christmas, and his trusty
Bostonians. Black of course.
Finishing up, Ian met Kandy outside the store and walked
with her, arm in arm towards the car.
"I'll drive," Ian looked sternly into Kandy's
beautiful eyes.
Kandy pouted, "You don't like my driving?"
"No," Ian's voice was firm.
"Coward." Sticking her tongue out at him made
Ian think of things he shouldn't. This
was just a little vacation, right?
"Fine," she retorted to his silence. But I get to crank up the music still."
Ian sighed heavily.
"Yay!" Kandy jumped up, clapping like a little
girl who'd just gotten permission to eat sweets.
They got in the car and immediately, Kandy turned up the
stereo. More Mudvayne.
Ian groaned.
"Oh come on, there's passion behind this band. You
know what that is, don't you?"
Ian groaned loudly.
"Yes, I know what passion is."
"Was.
Until," she stopped herself.
Ian was quick to catch her mistake. "How old are these guys?"
It was too late.
Kandy had drifted into the heavy rhythms of the bass players' slap
technique.
They were just outside Dallas when Kandy reached over and
put her hand on Ian's thigh. Twitching,
he ignored her, feeling deaf. She'd
switched out Mudvayne for a louder band with a vocalist who vacillated between
sounding like an angel, or like he'd swallowed pins for breakfast.
Jerking when her hand inched up his thigh, Ian looked at
Kandy, thrashing to the music. Well,
that was a term for it anyway.
Before Ian became fully cognizant, Kandy's hand had
managed to find its' way to his crotch.
The warmth of her hand was welcome, but dangerous.
"What are you doing?" he asked when his zipper
slid down.
Kandy reached a hand into his pants, threading her fingers
through his boxers.
Choking back a groan, Ian managed to keep his eyes on the
road. It had grown considerably darker
now.
"What the hell are you doing, Candace?"
"Mmm, don't call me Candace," she purred before
freeing his cock. She began stroking it,
her fingers warming and massaging his rigid cock.
"I can't pull over for this nonse–" he couldn't
finish the sentence. Keeping his eyes
focused on the road, he realized her warm breath had kissed his cock.
Then her lips fell over him.
"I can't be–oh god Kandy your mouth is so warm…"
Her lips brushed the head of his swollen member, Ian's knees
jerked against the gas pedal, sending them within inches of the car in front of
them.
The car in front of them honked, flipped Ian off and
changed lanes.
Ian peered down, then at the driver who gave him a thumbs
up once he glanced over to see Kandy's mouth working him over.
Ian groaned pleasurably.
His body was on fire, his nerves ready to explode in Kandy's mouth, but
he maintained control. If she wasn't
careful, they'd wreck.
It started to snow.
"Fucking great!"
Ian choked the words out when she sank his cock completely inside her
mouth.
"I know," Kandy replied. "You taste so damn good," she
licked the head of his cock like a lollipop.
Ian grunted, trying to concentrate on the road, but Kandy's tongue
snaked around his shaft, sliding up one side and down another.
Clutching the steering wheel, his knuckles had turned
white by now, and his thighs ached from his trying to remain in control of his
car.
It purred, or at least he thought it did until he slowed
the car and saw Kandy, purring against his cock. The sensation sent shivers racing through
him. Her hot mouth covered him, sliding
his cock out of her mouth with a popping sound.
"Kandy," he gritted his teeth together. Slowing the car, he heard her giggle.
"This is so fun though," she lowered her mouth
over his cock, brushing the sensitive skin with her teeth.
The friction of her wet lips against his swollen sex was
enough to drive him wild. "You
should stop," he reiterated, "or I'll come in your mouth."
"That's the idea," she licked him again.
Thrusting his hips upwards in an attempt to buck her, he
quickly realized that he only added to their pleasure.
She wasn't going to stop.
Ian didn't care right now.
The speed sign passed by too quickly for him to see what the legal limit
was, but it didn't matter. His gray
jaguar could outrun any patrol car, but he really didn't want to have matters
come to that.
"Kandy," he lowered a hand to her hair, stroking
her curls, playing, tangling his fingers in her silky hair.
"Silly pet," she uttered and moved up and down
his cock faster and faster, excitement building in him. His throbbing cock jerked in her mouth once,
his control over his body gone.
