By Gracen Miller
Sex. It’s a natural, beautiful act, so why is it such a hush-hush topic with some individuals? Friends admit they love their e-readers because no one knows they’re reading a “trashy romance novel”. Hmm…I’ve never worried what others thought when I read something spicy.
Why is sex such a taboo topic? Why do we pretend no one is doing it, especially when our TV shows and advertisement are riddled with it? I mean, come on, we all know sex sells. And sells big. Then why is sex on TV okay, but not in books? *blink* I don’t understand the double standard…especially when orgasmic sex is so fantastic. We should be embracing the act!
Is it more taboo to read sex than watch it? Does reading erotica stimulate us more than watching TV? God, I hope so! But what does that say about us writers of the naughty stuff? A wicked mind is a terrible thing to waste, eh? That’s my theory and I’m committed to it!
When I write a sex scene I want the reader to feel everything as if they are living the experience along with the characters. If the reader isn’t aroused, then I’ve failed them as an author. I want the booklover turning to their significant other or grabbing a fresh set of batteries after reading one of my scenes.
My suggestion…before you embrace the 1Night Stand series, stockpile batteries and warn your significant other that he/she will be called to active duty. ;-)
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Fairy Casanova Blurb:
Las Vegas lawyer, Sadie Sinclair, has hit rock bottom. Bankrupt, with her reputation ruined, and her fiancé is yachting Aruba with a hot babe. Desperate for a break from reality, she contacts 1NightStand and is shocked to discover she's been paired with a sexy fairy.
Jace is about to become King of the fairies. One minor glitch, he's obsessed with humans. Before becoming King, he wants one night with a human before he's forever forbidden from crossing into the human realm. After a stellar night of sex, Jace is surprised to discover Sadie isn't just a human, but his mate. Complicating everything with the revelation, he's willing to forfeit his kingdom for her, but Sadie must decide if he's worth the biggest gamble yet.
Fairy Casanova Excerpt:
Knocking once to warn her of his arrival, he used the key card to let himself into the room. The door clicked shut behind him as he scanned the room for his evening’s companion.
“Hello,” she said when their eyes met.
Her sultry voice tempted him, much as a Siren lured a man to his demise against the rocky coast of her island. His mortal Siren offered him a shy wave.
“Want a drink?” She held up a goblet, half-full of amber liquor.
Her edginess socked his acute fairy senses like a blow to the gut.
Interesting. Why was she here then?
“No, thanks.” He moved toward her, intrigued by the competing vibes the woman evoked…reserved and salacious.
Maybe other men found the arctic chill of her gaze daunting. He found it intriguing, even challenging. Women would be envious and intimidated by her high-level eroticism.
Stunning, and nothing like the fairies he would command. Long, shiny, black hair framed her oval face. He couldn't wait to get his fingers in the wavy locks. Gunmetal-silver eyes warily watched him. Rimmed in a thin stripe of black eyeliner and splashed with a smidge of dark-gray shadow, the contrast brought out the stellar shade of her irises. High cheekbones, a slightly upturned nose, and wide lips, naturally dark red, or she'd been biting them in anxiety. Unlike the diminutive fairy-women, she was tall—not more than an inch or two shorter than his five-ten height. Most female fairies barely reached his chest, which made her a charming oddity. And she owned killer curves—again, unlike most beanpole-thin fairies—and those curves were framed in an evocative, skintight, black cocktail dress.
Jace stopped in front of her and stared at her mouth. He knew many places he wanted those lips, but mostly he wanted them rounded on an orgasmic scream.
She swallowed and cleared her throat, but her voice came out low and raspy. “Sadie.”
He dipped his finger into the crystal glass she held poised below her chin. A fat droplet of liquor clung to his forefinger, and he spread it across her pouty bottom lip. Her eyes widened, and her breathing noticeably accelerated. As if prompted, her tongue swiped away the moisture, and his cock twitched in reaction.
“You're perfect. Stunning.”
She laughed, a charming sound, as a blush crept across her cheeks. For the first time since beginning his adventure, he considered the horrible ramifications of falling hard for a human. Impossible! There wouldn't be enough time to grow attached to a one-night stand. Neither would his parents nor soon-to-be subjects approve.
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