I love reading stories where the characters are bold. Erotic romance in part appeals to me because it’s all about being daring. Fancy that guy next-door? Take the bull by the horns (heh) and show up to ‘borrow a cup of sugar’, then discard the pretence and take his mouth with yours. Intrigued by BDSM? The local BDSM Club accepts new members, so dress in your sexiest clothes and saunter on in.
Erotic romance is bold in another sense – the rise of its popularity has led to women becoming more comfortable with admitting they read about sex and love. Always a good thing in my book! And, as an added bonus, erotica has evocative descriptions of Teh Sex. I do love reading those descriptions of Teh Sex.
A Personal Tale of Boldness
Once upon a time, I thought I could NEVER write romance. It was, like, WAY TOO EMBARRASSING, and ohmigod, people would totally laugh at me and stuff. Plus, people in love have Teh Sex and I could never, ever, EVER write about that. As you’ve probably guessed, I was a teenager when I thought this, and everything is embarrassing to a teenager.
So I continued to deny my true passion, trying my hand at horror instead. It didn’t work out too well. Finally, I decided to be bold and wrote my first love story. It was pretty terrible, as first efforts are want to be, but I persevered. Now, I love to write Teh Sex, and the love that goes with it. In fact, I’m a proud erotic romance author, and I’m more than happy to shout it from the rooftops.
My desire to be bold has influenced my stories. In TEACH ME, the heroine, Elizabeth, gathers her courage to the sticking place and has the boldness to demand she be taught erotic pleasure. Of course, things go a bit pear-shaped when her tutor turns out to be someone vastly different than what she expects – but she is daring enough to take on the Earl of Malvern as teacher?
Boldness. I do love it so.
How do you like to be bold?
TEACH ME BLURB:
Ever curious, Elizabeth, Viscountess Rocksley, has turned her curiosity to erotic pleasure. Three years a widow, she boldly employs the madame of a brothel for guidance but never had she expected her education to be conducted by a coldly handsome peer of the realm.
To the Earl of Malvern, the erotic tutelage of a skittish widow is little more than sport, however the woman he teaches is far from the mouse he expects. With her sly humor and insistent joy, Elizabeth obliterates all his expectations and he, unwillingly fascinated, can’t prevent his fall.
Each more intrigued than they are willing to admit, Elizabeth and Malvern embark upon a tutelage that will challenge them, change them, come to mean everything to them…until a heartbreaking betrayal threatens to tear them apart forever.
TEACH ME EXCERPT:
Moments passed, the Earl’s impassive gaze weighing heavy upon Elizabeth. An overwhelming urge to twist her fingers assaulted her, but what if her fidgeting made him refuse?
He seemed to make some decision. “I shall show you carnal pleasure, madam. As you say, both to receive and to give. However, pregnancy should be avoided at all costs.” His eyes flickered, the first sign of something resembling emotion crossing his face. “I will not marry you, no matter the circumstance.”
Well, of course he wouldn’t. She wouldn’t wed him either. In any event, conception was not a concern for her, not after a marriage that had never yielded—
Good Lord. He spoke of practical application. He spoke of touching and kissing and—Was it warmer of a sudden?
He continued with barely a pause. “Actual penetration will be avoided. While many people extol the virtues of withdrawal, I remain unconvinced. We will discuss methods of contraception during your education, but the most effective method is always avoidance. You are in agreement?”
Still confused but now with cheeks aflame, Elizabeth nodded. In all her life, no one had ever spoken so frankly. This, combined with his matter-of-fact manner and lack of emotion, banished any lingering apprehension and left only the excitement. Glorious, thrilling excitement.
“Excellent.” Stepping close to her once more, he brushed his hand from her neck to her shoulder, the back of his fingers now warm against her skin. “Shall we begin?”