I just got in from Denver. That wouldn’t be a problem, except that I was supposed to get home on Sunday. This is reprise of one of my old blogs on the old Sophie Oak site. I’m still betting it’s new to most of you. Sorry for the rehash, but I’m tired out of my mind after RomCon and seeing way too much of the Denver International Airport. Let me soften the blow by giving away a free ARC of Lost in Bliss to one lucky commenter. As always, if you already bought it, I’ll give you something else.
Is it really art if it involves a vibrator?
It’s a question my mother asks me every time I discuss a new book I am writing. Do you really have to put all that freaky stuff in there, Sophie? Can’t you just have two people fall in love?
I try. I really do. When I started my urban fantasy series (the one I haven’t sold yet), I fully intended to have the hero and heroine get together and be as happily monogamous as a vampire and a thief could be. It wasn’t my fault that the character I came up with as a distraction turned out to be so yummy I couldn’t get rid of him. Thus my own little template came to life. Why have one hero when you could have two?
A sex scene is so much more involved when three people are present. Sometimes I map out where everyone’s parts go. It’s a skill getting three people in bed together and making everyone happy. This is why I often involve another thing that worries my mother; toys.
Put that rope down!
Face it, bondage is funny and, with the right characters, extremely hot. Use the right knots and the perfect setting on that butterfly and presto, your sex scene comes to life. This variety of play is extremely important when writing erotic romance. The reader expects there to be an awful lot of sex in a book that has a bunch of naked people on the cover. I read on a web site that a good mix for erotic romance is the 70/30 rule. At least seventy percent of your book should concern the actual story. That leaves thirty percent for pure sex. My books tend to run right at 90,000 words. This means 27,000 words will be sex. If I don’t throw in the occasional spanking, what would I write about? Besides, we women understand the fine line between pain and pleasure. Ask anyone who’s had a paraffin pedicure. You tear up when they shove your feet in the hot wax. You think about slapping the technician. And then that sweet heat seeps into your skin, relaxing every digit and humming along your pores. You try to wiggle your toes, but you’re caught in that soft, hot wax. It envelopes you and suddenly, you don’t ever want to leave.
Or maybe I’m just a freak who likes a little bite.
And mom – so sorry about the upcoming scene with the flogger. Really it’s not as bad as it sounds.
Sophie Oak writes erotic ménage for Siren Publishing.