Ahhh.... Love is in the air.
(At least for the duration of this post.)
People often ask me why I write romances.
The simple answer is this:
I love love.
The long answer is this:
I love the dynamics that can be obtained through a couple's relationship. Men and women are very different creatures, and I like to pursue those differences. Besides, sex is fun. And sexy. And hot. And steamy. And...you get the idea, right?
Sex is a topic that makes some writers - and readers - blush or stammer, but I'm just not one of those people. When my sister, who bears the language of a salty pirate most days, tells me I'm writing porn, then I know I'm doing something right. It's not about the shock factor. In fact, I'm not writing erotica or anything close to that. Just really smexy scenes with all the nitty gritty details. Or at least most of them. Even I do have my limits.
I love adversarial couples, especially when all the fighting turns into lovemaking. Think angry sex. (OMG - my mother is going to read this post! I'd blush and stammer myself right now if I weren't laughing so hard!) It's hot, passion-filled loving at its best. Who doesn't want to read that? Hell, who doesn't want to DO that?
And there are other perks. Like my husband's friends thinking he is one lucky man because they instantly assume what I write is a detailed account of our own bedroom activities. (Which I'm pleading the 5th on!) Come on, people. Sex is just a word. Just like the other 98,999 words in my story, right?
By the way, if you truly believe that, then you're doing something REALLY wrong!
Until next time, I wish you love and lots of angry sex. *grin*