Sunday, October 30, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday - Alien Interludes: Abducted (WIP)

    Jessica sighed.  “Time is something we don’t have a lot of, especially with the recent attacks on Earther Mataras.”  She scowled.  Someone had it out for the Earth women who had chosen to join Kalquorian clans.  Two women beaten and one missing in the last two months had everyone on edge.  While the vast majority of Kalquor’s indigenous population was overwhelmingly in favor of mixing the two endangered species to create a new one, the rebellious few had become more vocal in their opposition as of late.

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Creat a Kalquorian: New Poll is Up

We have hair ... mid-back length, wavy hair hanging loose down our Imdiko's back.  Yum.  Nice job, gang.

Now you have the delightful task of putting a body on this babe.  You may choose as many options on this poll as you wish.  I am not responsible for any damages incurred because of drool on your keyboards, by the way.

Have fun!

Halloween Hotties

Vampires and werewolves, and aliens, oh my!   Erotica is rife with these Halloween-friendly denizens, so much so that most booksellers and publishers were forced to create the subcategories of paranormal erotica and futuristic erotica.  But why do we get such a thrill from heroes who are nonhuman?

I can only speak for myself on this matter.  So here’s why I like the dark and dangerous lovers of another breed.

The Vampire:  Toothy and Toothsome

He is Death Incarnate of the nightwatch.  Cold, calculating, and looking for a meal, the vampire started off not sexually enticing at all.  Seriously, look at the movie Nosferatu and tell me you’d offer yourself willingly to that.  In the old days, when the vampire was thought to be as real as dogs and cats, no one was having breathless fantasies of succumbing to his cold, deadly embrace.  Vampires were nasty creatures, filthy from the earth they clawed out of, pasty from death, reeking of corruption.  

But through the ages, the vampire has become a sexual fantasy.  He’s acquired a haughty elegance, honed from centuries of prowling the Earth.  The bloodsucking terror is the master of seduction, determined to draw warm sustenance from his victims’ veins.  He holds our trembling bodies close in an intimate embrace.  Is it any wonder the penetration of fangs in flesh at some point translated into penetration of a more lustful fashion?

The vampire is cultured.  He is beguiling.  He is often both ruthless and tortured, a combination to make your senses whirl.  He charms us, and we sigh over the dream that we might be the ones to earn the eternal adulation of this beautiful beast.

And speaking of beasts…

The Shapeshifter:  All Animal

Where the vampire is cold, the werecreature runs hot.  He spends plenty of time as a mere person, so his humanity is intact to a greater degree.   And who isn’t turned on by the animalistic in a man?   Whether you’re cuddling in his warm fur or rutting with him like a beast yourself, the shifter has a lot to offer the adventurous.

Talk about taking a walk on the wild side.  Being half animal makes the were lover more in tune to their primal nature.   Forget doggy style.  Let’s do it wolfie style under the spotlight glare of the full moon.  Rawr.

And while you’re beneath the canopy of the star-drenched sky, the were’s claws scraping down your ribs, his sharp teeth holding you by the nape of your neck, pause to look up because our third inhuman lover is coming in for a landing.

The Alien:  Sex that is Out of this World

Once upon a time, the vampire and werewolf were human.  Not so the interstellar traveler who for whatever reason decides Earth girls are easy and he’s got to have one.

We want to have him and his kind too … you’ve made that very clear to me.  The allure of this creature is simple.   He doesn’t have our human taboos.  He doesn’t possess our hang-ups.  And he fits the kidnap fantasy so well … especially if you listen to all the stories of alien abduction that have come out through the years.  The biggest fun of the alien lover is that a writer can create him in whatever form she wishes for the delight of her readers, because we honestly don’t know what’s out there beyond our little corner of the universe.  With apologies for going pun-erific on you, ‘the sky is the limit’ when it comes to special powers and extra appendages.

Whatever your preferred otherworldly lover, I hope this Halloween treats you to the nefarious delights you hope for.  Have a very wicked one, my dears!

Friday, October 28, 2011

First Four Friday - WIP, Netherworld 2: Blood Potion No. 9

Scene 1:
    The creaking of the old wooden stairs and the thumping of many feet warned me I was about to have company.  I tucked my book under my arm and went to the mirror on the wall, its luster long faded with age but still doable to make sure my upswept red hair maintained its pristine style.  Yep.  I looked pretty swell for a dead gal.

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Create a Kalquorian: New Poll Coming Soon

Well, we're close to wrapping up another poll as we put together Imdiko Conyod.  It's been a real tug of war as to whether he will end up with midback or waist-length tresses, but one thing's for sure:  loose, rippling waves are a popular look for our alien psychologist.

On Saturday, we'll turn our focus to Conyod's bod.  You'll have a chance to decide if he'll be a great thing in a smaller package, average height for his race, or a hulking honey.  Do we want him to be a lean and lithe machine, sporting a toned and tight athletic physique, or macho and musclebound?   I'm leaving it up to you ladies and gents.  He's all yours, so start thinking of your dream physique and meet me back here Saturday.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Unholy Union - Now on Kindle

After a massive struggle from my publisher (thanks Megan, you rock!), Unholy Union is finally available on the Kindle.  To celebrate, I'm giving away signed print books to my first three reviewers. 

Here's how it works:  post a review of Unholy Union on, email me the title of your review at, your snail mail address, and which book you'd like to receive:  Unholy Union, Alien Embrace, Alien Rule, or Alien Conquest.  If your review is one of the first three up on Amazon, you win.

Thanks gang!

WIP Wednesday - Netherworld 2: Blood Potion No. 9

If you think bad boys on Harleys are hot, you're not alone.  But the criminal element of biker clubs like the Outlaws and Hell's Angels are not a place for any woman to hang with.  When I discussed this underbelly of the criminal world with an ATF agent acquaintance who went undercover inside one of these gangs, he took any notion of romance right out of the equation.  Women associated with these groups are not considered to be anything but property.  They are less than the club they're affiliated with, less than the men's motorcycles, less than the brotherhood of bikers.  They are objects to be owned and used, period.

Blood Potion No. 9 explores this grim world in the guise of the shapeshifting Beasts Motorcyle Club (these groups don't call themselves gangs; they are clubs).  Brandilynn gets her eyes opened wide when she's prepped to infiltrate the Beasts' lair to search out criminal activity:

First things first.  Playing spy sounded fun, especially since weres can’t see ghosts.  No real danger there. 

“Sure.  What am I doing?”

“Just keep your ears and eyes out for anything unsavory.”

“By unsavory, you mean illegal?”

Tristan’s eyes narrowed.  His fists clenched and opened, clenched and opened.  Good heavens, what had his dander up tonight?  “The leader of the Beasts is very careful, even among his own people.  Only his closest lieutenants know anything about what his exact undertakings involve.  The majority of the group is mainly concerned with collecting protection money, beating up others, murder, the smaller time stuff.”

I raised my eyebrows at him.  “Murder is small time?”

He scowled.  “For this group, I’m afraid so.  Gerald, will you fill Brandilynn in?”

I stared at Tristan.  He was on edge tonight, his usually cultured voice snapping words like whips.

Before I could call him on it, tall, dark and purrfect (hey, I never claimed to be funny) stepped forward.  As if the werepanther wasn’t sexy enough, Gerald’s deep rolling voice sealed the deal.  Cool and smooth, it was the kind of voice you’d want to rub all over your naked body.

He smiled, his catman face wearing it well.  I realized I rarely saw this hired muscle smile.  “Hi Brandilynn.”

“Hi Gerald.  You doing okay?”

“Just fine, thanks.”  His ears twitched this way and that, forever patrolling for trouble.  His nose, hinting at the triangular shape of the big cat he turned into on occasion, flared as he tested the air, as if he tried to scent me on Isabella’s body.  “Here’s the lowdown on the Beasts.  They’re organized crime, pure and simple.  Human trafficking, drug and arms smuggling, contracted killings … you name it, they do it.  They swear loyalty to their organization above all else.  Once a part of the Beasts, no one leaves, not alive anyway.”

I couldn’t help myself, not even in Isabella’s body.  I batted my eyes a little and made her voice high, light and happy.  Flirt should have been my middle name.  “What a lovely sounding bunch.”

He went down on one knee in front of me, like he was going to propose.  Of course he was only being polite; he knows full well it’s hard for a spirit to move around in a channel’s body.  That’s why I stayed sitting, and he was doing me the kindness of sinking his six feet plus frame down to where I wasn’t breaking Isabella’s neck to look him in the face.  But boy, it made my heart go pitty-pat to have such a handsome man at my feet. 

Steady girl, I reminded myself.  You’ve already got one boyfriend too many, and Gerald is head over tail about Patricia.

He eyed me seriously.  “What you’re going to see, it’s going to be plenty ugly.  I want you to be prepared.  Their women are all human and regarded as property if not outright slaves.  It’s nothing to them to slap ‘em around or make them do –” here he paused and took a deep breath, “—acts of a personal nature in front of others.”

Okay.  Message received.  Eww and gross.  I don’t mind watching people put on a show, but it has to be consensual.  I had the feeling what Gerald described wasn’t always that way.

Tristan stepped closer, his hand briefly touching on Gerald’s shoulder.  Dismissed, the werepanther gave me another rare smile, rose, and went back to leaning gorgeously on the desk.

Tristan said, “The Beasts themselves are all werecreatures, mostly alligators and hogs.  Besides the women, there’s only one non-shifter in the group.  He’s a witch.  Every chapter of the Beasts has one to keep their club warded.”

Oops.  The danger factor just went up a millionfold.  “He’ll be able to see me.”  All witches have second sight that allow them to see the dead.  I’d run afoul of a particularly nasty one a few months back.

From his oak perch, Gerald rumbled, “You’ll have to hide when he’s around.  This guy is a really good witch and really bad news.”

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Tutorial Tuesday: Naughty Bits – A Rose By Any Other Name

I’ve seen more than one discussion pop up as to what a writer should call the body points down south of the belly button.  How graphic, romantic, cute, silly, etc. should one get when it comes to naming the goods?  What do we call those … things?

The easiest answer I can give you is, listen to your characters.  Call it what they call it.

In Alien Embrace, Amelia has a hard time with F-bombs as well as other explicit language.  She was brought up terrorized by the idea of being tortured and killed for sexual misconduct.  Even after she’s safely off Earth, she has to rally hard to proclaim to her dead mother’s memory how much she likes sucking an alien’s cock.  Since much of the book is from her point of view, most of the language used is milder than you’ll find in the majority of erotica despite all the kinky sex.   Because of Amelia’s lack of ease with blatant sexuality, there aren’t even boobs or tits mentioned in Alien Embrace.  The references are to her mounds or breasts, even when we’re not reading her direct thoughts.

Chapter 2 opens with a very naughty encounter between Amelia and the clan stalking her.  Note the lack of graphic names of the body parts in the first few paragraphs:

                Rajhir’s tongue invaded her mouth, filling it.  As he tasted her, the massive hands on her breasts squeezed before pinching the engorged tips.
                Warmth coursed from the lips of her sex as another pair of hands parted her thighs.  Fingers slid up the insides of her legs, pushing up the scant material of her dress up and over her hips.   She lay completely exposed to the man rubbing her thighs.  She imagined him watching the honey flow from her.
                Rajhir pulled his mouth from hers and cupped her face in his hands.  He gazed into her eyes as if trying to read her mind.  She felt embraced by the cool depths of his blue-purple eyes.  Flencik continued to massage her breasts, slipping his fingers inside her bodice.  Breft’s fingers slid closer to her damp, naked sex, tantalizing with their nearness to her pleasure button.

Ditto on the restraint for the upcoming Netherworld series.   As a former escort, heroine Brandilynn Payson has no issues with sexual acts, especially of the BDSM variety.  However, she intensely dislikes profanity and will only say the words cock and pussy while she’s in the middle of intimacies.  No one around her is allowed to say anything unseemly either, so everyone has sex or makes love.  There is no ‘fucking’, and unless it is uttered by another character, you won’t find that word in the Netherworld series.

In contrast, Alien Rule’s Jessica takes great delight in cursing now that she’s free of Earth’s religious fanaticism.   Foul language suits her hot temper perfectly, so once she gives herself permission to let off profanity-laced verbal steam, the more graphic terms take effect when sex occurs.  Alien Slave is also a little more intense with the verbiage since heroine Dani is a prostitute and used to thinking that way.  But since Kalquorians hold women in such high esteem, penises and vaginas are still handled respectfully (pun intended) for the most part.

My next tip:  keep your word choices appropriate to the tone of the book and/or scene.   I personally find words like ‘cum’ and ‘cunt’ jarring when used in a supposedly romantic setting in which the participants are purported to be making love.  For me, these two words are better suited to porn or FWB or casual sex settings.  I realize my opinion is entirely subjective, but I feel no warm fuzzy love feelings when I read words like those.   So if I’m writing a candlelit encounter with two people joined at the heart (among other things), I will not use coarser language to describe their body parts.

Finally, when all else fails, simply call it what it is.  There is nothing wrong with calling a vagina, a vagina or a penis, a penis.  Sometimes simple really is best.  Waxing poetic can be unintentionally funny, which you usually don’t want in the middle of a hot scene.  Don’t be cutesy or evasive about it, unless the characters are acting that way.  An example of how euphemisms can be silly is illustrated in Netherworld:  Drop Dead Sexy, when Dan teases Brandilynn about her dislike of profanity:

Dan’s face was pure heat.  “Dibs on her—”
“Don’t be vulgar,” I warned. 
He grinned.  “Yes, my sweet Brandilynn.  I want your honeypot, your lotus bloom, your wet, warm, tight tunnel of womanly love—” 
“Okay, okay!” I yelled over Tristan’s laughter.  “Enough already.  Just do me.”

So put away the turgid man muscle and the gushing rapids of her innermost cavern.   Let those body parts be what they are:  a pussy, cock, nipple, mound, penis, slit, or whatever.  As long as your characters and story tone say the words fit, you’re safe.


Sunday, October 23, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday - Netherworld 2: Blood Potion No. 9 (WIP)

Before I could call him on it, tall, dark and purrfect (hey, I never claimed to be funny) stepped forward.  As if the werepanther wasn’t sexy enough, Gerald’s deep rolling voice sealed the deal.  Cool and smooth, it was the kind of voice you’d want to rub all over your naked body.

He smiled, his catman face wearing it well.  I realized I rarely saw this hired muscle smile.  “Hi Brandilynn.”

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Coming in November ... Alien Salvation

Lindsey McInness and her parents are barely surviving on post-Armageddon Earth.  When a Kalquorian shuttle crashes nearby, Lindsey has no choice but to offer herself to the clan on board in exchange for food and rescue.

Bacoj, Japohn and Vax are stunned when a young woman presents herself to them for their sexual pleasure.  Kalquorians of their youth and low rank have no expectation of finding the elusive Earther mates Kalquorians covet so highly.  But the strong willed and yet yielding Lindsey seems to be a perfect fit for them … until they learn her secret that threatens to tear the entire clan apart.


            Lindsey waited for the men in the main cabin of the shuttle.  It was a small space with bench seating around two small round tables attached to the floor.  The ceiling, floor and walls were all the same white surface, and the black furniture was stark.  She thought little of the Spartan d├ęcor.
She shrank back as the aliens joined her.  Their sheer size was so intimidating.  Was she really going to do this?
Bacoj looked at her, his gentle expression doing little to alleviate the dread settling heavily in her stomach.  He walked past her to the back of the cabin, where a door hissed open.  “Here sleeping room,” he announced.
She slowly walked toward him, aware the other two men were behind her.  Surrounded.  If she changed her mind, would they let her go?  Or would they force her to keep her bargain?  The swelling of Bacoj’s groin told Lindsey he very much wanted to have her.  She fought back the rise of panic that threatened to send her screaming out of the shuttle and down Fort Lauderdale’s debris-strewn streets.
She peered into the sleeping room, standing just outside the doorway.  This room had a little more warmth than the main cabin.  Golden light emitted from the walls and ceiling, casting a warm glow.  Soft chocolate brown plush covered the little bit of the floor not covered by the bed, a raised billowy surface big enough to sleep a family.  Or three large Kalquorians.   White linens covered its surface.
“You all sleep in here?  Together?”
Japohn’s heavy voice answered her.  “We are clanmates.”
So perhaps the rumors of same-sex coupling among the Kalquorians were true.  Lindsey tried to decide how she felt about that.  Her Buddhist upbringing taught her to accept others as they were, a far cry from the state-approved religion’s anti-homosexual stance. 
Why should I even care?  All I want is to get some food anyway.  It’s none of my business what these guys do with each other.
Lindsey stepped into the room.  She leaned over, yanked at the shoestrings of one boot and pulled it off, a little embarrassed when sand sprinkled the clean floor.  “Let’s get this over with.”
A big hand curled around her wrist, stopping her.  She looked up into Bacoj’s purple eyes.  He said, “Wait.”
She straightened.  He didn’t want to do this after all?  Despair warred with relief.
His mouth worked as he fought for words in her language.  “You trade.  To help family.  You no—” he shook his head, struggling to express himself.  He barked something at the other two men that sounded like kalom.
Vax shook his head helplessly.  Japohn thought a moment before saying, “Whore?”
Bacoj’s expression cleared.  “Correct.”  He turned back to Lindsey.  “You no whore.  We no allow you act whore.”
Lindsey’s eyes widened.  She certainly felt like a whore, but realizing the alien didn’t regard her as one made her feel a little better about the situation.  She warmed to Bacoj.  “So what do you want me to do?”
He smiled.  “This trade make good.  For you and us.  You no sex before?”
Her stomach fluttered at his heated expression.  Really, the man was stunning.  Perhaps sex wouldn’t be that bad after all.  “That’s right.  I’m a virgin.”
Bacoj nodded.  “You nervous be.”
More like terrified, especially since it looks like you have an anaconda in your pants.  “You could say that,” she told him.
He smiled, and Lindsey saw long, needle-thin fangs appear behind his more humanlike square teeth.  “I help no fear.”
She stared at the fangs, unable to help herself.  “How—”
Lindsey never saw Bacoj move.  All at once, he had her wrapped in his arms, held close to his gorgeous, muscular body, his face warm against her neck.  Pain jabbed into her throat.
“Ow!  What are you doing?”  She struggled in his grip.  He held her easily as he might a baby.
The pain was fading already as Vax answered.  “He bite you.”
            “No kidding!  Get him off me!”
            Japohn stroked her hair, his dark expression softening.  He brought her chestnut locks to his face and inhaled.  The pleasure on his face made Lindsey’s lower body clench, and her struggles weakened.  Warmth infused her.
            “His bite give intoxicant,” the huge alien said.  He stroked her hair and Lindsey shivered with sensation.  “It calm.  You feel?”
            Boy, did she ever.  Euphoria coursed through her veins as Bacoj disengaged, his raspy tongue sliding a wet trail over where he’d bitten her.  Lindsey felt warmth pulse from her nether regions, wetness pooling in her panties.
            Bacoj smiled gently.  “Apology.  I no wish frighten.”
            Lindsey moved against him, but not in struggle.  Suddenly she couldn’t get close enough to the Kalquorian even though their bodies were already molded tight to each other.  “Sure.  I’ll get over it.”
            “Feel good?”
            “Very good.”  Her arms slipped around his neck.  “Very, very good.”
            His beautiful, sensuous mouth found hers, enfolding her lips in a kiss.  And what a kiss.  Lindsey had received pecks on the cheek before from dates, dry, impersonal things that still pushed the boundaries of acceptable behavior on pre-Armageddon Earth.  But Bacoj’s kiss was a revelation:  moist, warm and lingering, sending electric shocks of heat from her lips to her womb.  She felt melted inside, like chocolate left out in the sun.
            His lips parted to let his tongue snake into her mouth.  Lindsey gasped to feel the warm wet flesh invade, tasting her inner recesses.  Her insides went from melted chocolate to molten lava in an instant.  Just when she didn’t think the kiss could get any better, Bacoj’s hand cradled the back of her head, holding her so he could plunder deeper still.  His tongue wove around hers, cat-scratchy and delightful, sending her heartbeat thundering as if she’d run a marathon.
            As his remarkable kiss continued, hands tugged at her clothing and his, baring her to the hard heat of his skin.  She’d never felt anything like this wondrous sensation of another’s body molded against hers.  He was granite where she was soft, and she reveled in how she melded against him, seemingly absorbing into his muscled frame.  She ached to get closer still, to imbue the alien with her own essence.
The intoxicant he’d sent into her system made her brave with desire.  All inhibitions fled as it sang effervescent harmonies in her bemused brain, entrancing her. Lindsey’s hands roamed the chiseled frame, eager to know every ripple, every indentation, every bulge.  She started with the thick column of his throat, running her fingers down to delight in the width of his shoulders, the flat planes of his pectoral muscles, down over his abdomen with its double row of bumps, devouring him with her touch.  And she dared even lower, to touch the hard, slick maleness folded between their bodies, pulsing against her belly.  Her hand gripped him there, feeling the wet, velvety skin over his iron, and just below that a second length of firm flesh…
            Lindsey jerked back, tearing her lips from the sweetness of the alien’s embrace, her eyes skittering down Bacoj’s muscled torso to confirm what her hands had discovered.  Shock warred with the euphoria of his bite as she struggled to comprehend what she was seeing and touching.
            “Earther men one.  Kalquorian men two,” Bacoj said softly.

Friday, October 21, 2011

First Four Friday - Alien Slave

Chapter 1:

    Reggie’s hypnotic trill lulled Dani as he slipped his penis into her.  The swing that held her suspended in the air creaked as it moved back and forth in the middle of one of the brothel’s playrooms.
    Dani barely felt the thin appendage as she floated in a calm sea of contentment.  Sex with the Isetacian, one of her regulars since coming to Dantovon five months ago, was always pleasant.

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Thursday Update - The Latest

It's time again to let you know what's going on and coming up.  So here's what's happening with various projects:

Unholy Union:  It's official; hates me.  First they put Alien Rule under the wrong category twice.  Now it has no category at all.  The latest snafu is significant technical issues getting Unholy Union on the site.  My publisher is working to correct this problem, so we'll just have to keep our fingers crossed it will be available for the Kindle some time in the near future.  Thanks for your patience. 

By the way, once Unholy Union is available for the Kindle, the first three reader reviews will win a signed print copy of Unholy Union, Alien Embrace, Alien Rule, or Alien Conquest (your choice).  Just email me at to let me know which review is yours, along with your snail mail address and which book you'd like to receive.

Now back to the update:

Alien Salvation (Clans of Kalquor 5):  Currently scheduled to release as an e-book in November and in print in January.  Yay!

Netherworld:  Drop Dead Sexy:  Scheduled for e-book release early January.

Alien Slave (Clans of Kalquor 6):  Almost finished with final formatting.  Then it's off to the publisher for approval.

The Phucket List:  Megan and I have completed the outline!  We are now writing the first draft.

Netherworld 2:  Blood Potion No. 9
:  Halfway through the first draft.

The Font:  Halfway through outline.

Alien Interludes (Clans of Kalquor short story collection):  First drafts of five short stories are now completed.  Three to go!

Alien Redemption (Clans of Kalquor 7):  We're creating Imdiko Conyod via polls, the first of his clan. 

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

WIP Wednesday - Alien Slave

Up until now, the Clans of Kalquor series has introduced mostly humanoid aliens:  the big, hunky Kalquorians and tall, willowy Plasians.  Science tells us that if there is intelligent life beyond our own world, chances are it won't be humanoid like us.  I have to say, part of the fun of writing science fiction is coming up with aliens, especially those markedly different from ourselves. 

A large portion of Alien Slave takes place on the sex slave planet of Dantovon, where there is more of a variety then we've seen in the previous books.  You'll not only get up close and personal with the almost universally despised Tragooms (which also show up in Alien Salvation) but you'll also meet Joshadans, an Isetacian, and the Dantovonians themselves.

Dantovonians aren't the most attractive creatures in the universe by our standards.  But then, they probably think we're ugly too.

Husta, a native Dantovonian, rolled her lidless eye at Dani.  The brothel owner’s sister’s segmented face didn’t allow much expression, but she managed to convey her dislike for Dani anyway.  “We’re busy.”

Dani looked around the lounge where every available space was crowded with sex slaves.  “Then why are so many lying around?”

“They’re not Earthers.  You’re popular for whatever reason.”  Husta’s long, cylindrical tongue flicked out of her tiny mouth.  Dani knew the tongue scented the air, tasting the various aromas.  Dantovonians looked like a science experiment gone terribly wrong, as if some mad laboratory had bred amphibians and insects with each other.  Not pretty.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Tutorial Tuesday: Naughty Bits – Naked Emotions

Far more than the actual physical act of sex, emotions give erotic scenes their poignancy.  I’m not referring to your characters being turned on with simple upswelling of lust.  Happiness, guilt, sorrow, and fear can infuse your sex scenes with extra vitality.

Yes, I know I mentioned more seemingly negative emotions than positive ones in that last sentence.  But your characters need to bring their baggage into everything, including the sex.  It can turn a hot moment into so much more that serves the whole story.

Let’s look at guilt and fear.  I use that emotion extensively in my novels, notably in the Clans of Kalquor series because Earth and Kalquor don’t get along.  The human heroines experience these emotions in spades because they’re turning their backs on their home planet to be with the alien men they love.  And in many cases because Earth is so sexually repressed, the women are going into their first sexual experiences with the Kalquorians as virgins, which lends its own terrors.  Lindsey McInness in Alien Salvation has a lot of guilt and fear after offering herself to Bacoj’s clan in exchange for food, especially when she sees what Nobek Japohn is packing in his pants:

            The first stab of fear since Bacoj’s bite hit Lindsey as she looked at the looming Nobek.  Perhaps the intoxicant was wearing off, because the sheer size of the man was overwhelming.
            “You’re extremely endowed, Japohn, much more than I expected when I made my offer.  I’m not sure a girl my size can handle you.”  She tried not to stare at his burgeoning sex but found it hard to take her eyes away.  She looked him in the face with difficulty.
            His face lit in a smile, shocking Lindsey with its sudden absence of ruthlessness.  She hadn’t realized how truly savage he seemed until the predatory expression he wore was wiped away.  It amazed her to recognize Japohn could actually be charming.
            The bass rumble of his voice was just as alluring.  “No fear, Matara.  No hurt.  Much pleasure.”
            Lindsey was getting tired and starting to ache down below.  But it wasn’t fair to have struck a trade, have sex with Japohn’s clanmates, and then deny him the same privilege.  She had every intention of living up to her word if possible.
            “You’re sure?  It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just that—”
Her voice died out as he approached her.  Japohn’s mere presence was enough to steal her ability to speak.  Lindsey felt every bit of strength flee.
He stroked her hair, his touch as gentle as a father soothing a child.  “Bigger Kalquorian men with smaller Earther female than you.  Make good sex, no pain.”
“There are even bigger men than you?”  Lindsey was aghast.
Bacoj and Vax laughed at her expression, but their hilarity wasn’t mean.  Bacoj nodded.  “Japohn big, no biggest.  Japohn careful to Lindsey.”
Well, she’d have to trust them on this, she supposed.  She’d made an agreement.  “Okay.  If you’re sure.”
Japohn’s arms gathered around her, pulling her carefully off Vax.  “I bite, if help?”
Lindsey thought about it.  She was curious to learn if sex would be as good without the intoxicant, but with its influence waning, fear was making giving in to the Nobek hard.  “That might be best.”
Bacoj helped Vax off the bed.  “Bite part normal sex for Kalquorians.  Make pleasure more.”
Japohn held her close, her back to his chest.  His sexes curved up tight against her buttocks.  Lindsey swallowed to feel the immense, throbbing flesh beneath her.  “Yeah, I’ve had no complaints so far.  It was pretty — ow, darn it, that smarts!”
The bite came suddenly, and again the pain began to fade before she could finish her complaint.  There had to be some kind of anesthetic in the aliens’ saliva, she guessed.  Good thing, because the brief flash of agony was more than enough to bear.
Her attitude about being bitten started to change within seconds.  Euphoria settled its warm embrace around her, and Lindsey relaxed in Japohn’s arms.  The hot flesh of his erections was more titillation than a dreaded prospect now.  Oh yes, she definitely looked forward to having this man too.  She squirmed against him to let him know he was most welcome to take what he wanted.

Other excellent opportunities for guilt in sex would involve the misgivings of cheating on a lover (even if that lover is dead or cheating too) or perhaps the character feeling as if they don’t deserve a fun sexual romp.  Fear responses can include something as benign as a character being uncomfortable about their less than perfect body to the thought that the person they’re with is something of a threat.  The feared lover was a major theme I covered in Unholy Union, in which the anti-hero is a demon.

Sorrowful sex is perhaps the most difficult to pull off while keeping the physical part feeling good.  How can people in agony possibly engage in a sensual encounter that simultaneously delights and pulls at the reader’s heartstrings?  It can be handled in two different ways.  First, the characters can use sex to escape the despair they’re in, even if only for a few minutes.  Many of us have used lovemaking in this fashion at some point in our lives.  Like drinking, it offers momentary solace, but when it’s over, the problems are still there.  Desperate sex is hot, and the underlying emotional storms can feed it to the boiling point.

The second way of handling sex in sad situations is to treat it as honestly as possible.   Think of it in this way:  After Romeo killed Tybolt, he and Juliette had one night of lovemaking before he had to run away.  They knew seeing each other again would be far into the future.  Shakespeare didn’t share the details of their one night together, but imagine the mingled ecstasy and mourning their tryst would have entailed.  One moment euphoric with the delights of joined bodies; the next moment, devastation to know it would end with the dawn.  How amazing that sex scene would have been!

This is the mindset I had when I wrote the following in Alien Salvation.  I don’t want to give away the important plot point that ends with Vax and Lindsey making sorrowful love.  Suffice to say something bad has happened before this scene:

The whisper of her name on the breeze turned her towards the base camp.  A dark silhouette approached, and in the soft glow of the camp’s outdoor lights, she recognized the shape of the man.  With a ragged cry she ran to Vax and threw herself in his arms. 
He clutched her close, his mouth feeding at hers like a starving man.  They fell to their knees in the sand, grasping and pulling at each other’s clothing, desperate to claim warmth.
            The instant their sexes were naked, Vax sat her on his lap, his livid cocks claiming her inner recesses in one stabbing thrust.  Lindsey grunted with the welcome force, the instant of pain unimportant in the relief of being melded with him.  The moment she was fully impaled on him, they both went still.
            Lindsey barked a harsh cry, and Vax answered her in kind.  Forehead to forehead, the lovers cried unashamedly, tasting each others’ tears.  Lindsey’s arms wrapped around Vax’s neck, and he clutched her to himself, his arms iron bands against her back.  They broke down completely, emitting gulping sobs that left them shaking.  For a long time there was nothing else to do but wallow unselfconsciously in their shared misery, their weeping carried over the sand on the shivering night breezes. 
            Even the greatest grief can be clung to for just so long before the emotions must rest, even if for only a moment.  At long last their tears dissipated, leaving them hiccupping with deep, shuddering sighs.  The glow of where their bodies combined beckoned, and they let it draw them into its sweet shelter.  Vax rocked back and forth on his knees, making his sexes shift within Lindsey with the slightest of motions.  She burrowed her face against the firmness of his chest, taking the temporary comfort of his strength.  It seemed impossible she could be aroused when her heart hung so heavily in her chest, but the delicate rubbing of his groin against her clit, the infinitesimal shifts of him inside brought quivering tickles throughout her core.  She grasped his hips with her legs, caging him as if she could contain him forever in the sweet prison of her desperate embrace. 

The best sex means a hefty dose of emotion.  Make sure your characters have a lot invested before climbing between the sheets.

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday - Clans of Kalquor 5: Alien Slave (WIP)

    As the door closed behind Dani, movement came from the far corner.  Instead of a dozen tiny Solns, three huge men stepped from the shadows.  Kalquorians.

    Dani had only an instant to register the dark-skinned, black haired aliens before turning on her heel and running for the door, a scream poised on her lips.  She’d not gotten one step before a thick, muscled arm wrapped around her waist, pinning her arms to her sides and pulling her to a granite hard body, lifting her from her feet.  The Kalquorian had her near six feet length dangling several inches above the floor.