Please welcome my first guest, Lynda Bailey! And be sure to leave a comment and your email addy for a change to win an e-copy of BATTLE BORN LOVE!
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Writing Porn – With a Plot
Thanks Jennifer for letting me hang-out today and promote my
very first indie-published book, Battle
Born Love. Leave a comment and be entered to win a PDF copy!
I hope I didn’t offend anyone with the title of this blog. I’ve
always written really hot love scenes in my books. (Just ask one of my former
CPs who’s in her seventies. She claims I made her “twitchy”.) However, I never
took the “plunge” into erotic romance. That is until about four years ago. Now,
as an avid writer of erotic romance, I’ve had to grin and bear the comments –
good-natured and well-meaning alike – about how I write “smut.” Well, I don’t
write “smut” aka erotica. Erotica is weak on character motivation and the
stories don’t end with an HEA (happily ever after). I write romance, very
explicit and graphic, but still romance.
A good example of erotica would be the porn classic, Debbie Does Dallas. It’s all about the
sex and little else. Not that I’m a prude. Porn can be quite entertaining. I
mean all hard-working cheerleaders engage in sexual activities to make a little
extra cash, right? Porn and/or erotica is hot and explicit and very, very
graphic, but without a doubt not romance.
A great example of erotic romance would be the love scene in
Coming Home. The movie wasn’t based
solely on two or more people having sex. It was about the struggles of a
paralyzed Vietnam vet (Jon Voight) and a young hospital aide (Jane Fonda). The
love scene between these two characters wasn’t as explicit as a porn movie, but
it was unquestionably motivated, extremely hot and definitely erotic. And it was a romance.
In a nutshell, erotic romance has very explicit, very
graphic love scenes which are character driven and thus motivated. It’s not just
about a young and beautiful wife, left home alone by her
corporate-ladder-climbing husband, who drops to her knees when the pizza
delivery guy shows up – no matter how drop-dead-gorgeous the delivery guy! The
difference is important, especially if you’re defending yourself to family and
friends.
Now, having said all that, Battle Born Love isn’t an erotic romance, though it’s still pretty
darn hot/explicit and will make you (I hope) “twitchy.” Remember to leave your
email addy in your response to be entered to win a free copy. (You can also
email me: Lynda@lyndabailey.net)
Thanks again, Jennifer, for letting me be here today.
Blurb:
LOVE BORN FROM BATTLE. . .
Spirited
repo owner, Rory Dawson, agrees to be what she isn’t in order to save her
father from a prison sentence. Now Pop is safe, but is her heart?
Handsome
banker, Kane Williams, has made a deal with a most provocative devil in hopes
of securing a coveted promotion. All his life Kane has endeavored to be the
best, to erase the failure of his father. Will years of work be forfeited for a
woman, albeit the sexiest one he’s ever known?
From
opposite sides of the tracks, Rory and Kane forge an unlikely friendship. Soon,
that friendship becomes a steamy relationship. Through trial and pain, they
battle to have the love of a lifetime.
Excerpt:
She bit her
lower lip. “Sorry.”
Kane
straightened, his gaze fastened to her mouth as her teeth released the fleshy
skin. He suppressed his growl on a cough. “It doesn’t matter,” he choked out.
“We should leave anyway. It was wrong to put you in this situation.”
From the
corner of his eye, Kane saw two assistant managers from the downtown office
pass by, staring. He edged Rory closer to the wall to shield her.
She placed
a hand on his arm. “How will it look if we leave? We should stay.”
He massaged
the tight muscles in his neck, trying to figure a way out of the evening. She
was right, damn it.
Her hand
squeezed. “I promise to stay by your side and be the best fake girlfriend ever.
No one will suspect anything. In fact. . .” He watched her gaze slide over to
the managers who were still ogling them.
“I think
it’s show time.”
Before he
could react, Rory wrapped both hands around his neck and pulled him to her
waiting lips. Her tongue made an immediate foray into his mouth and Kane’s
world zeroed down to nothing. No restaurant. No bank people. Nothing.
Just Rory.
He tilted
her head up with his middle finger while his thumb stroked her cheek, his
tongue sparring with hers. Kane needed his other hand propped on the wall for
support.
To a casual
observer, the kiss probably didn’t seem all that intense. What a lie.
Small
sounds, only he could hear, emanated from deep in her throat. Her body quivered
closer to his. Kane thought again about leaving, now for very different
reasons.
Rory broke
the kiss and her eyes, bright and iridescent skewed him. She cleared her throat.
“We should return to your friends.” In reluctant moves, he shifted to give her
room to move. Her hand again squeezed.
“But, if
you want to continue this later, you’ll know where I’ll be. In the bedroom next
to you.”
His
thoughts on that temptation, Kane followed behind her to the group.






