How much sex do you prefer?

Carolyn and I were recently hanging out with a group of authors we were just getting to know. Beth asked Carolyn about her books. Carolyn explained that she writes under two names. One name because those romances are really clean (no sex) and the pen name because those books have some detailed sex scenes added. Once Beth heard that Carolyn wrote "clean" books, Beth's attention turned to me and remained there. I don't write clean books. My book's main focus is the love between two people but the books do have sex scenes sprinkled through out. This might be too much for some readers. It might not be enough for others. I know that when I'm reading someone else's book and not in the mood to read about sex, I skip over the scene.

After our day with that group of authors, Carolyn and I had a huge discussion about sex in books. She suggested that I get more attention because I don't leave those scenes out. I really don't think clean books are bad and some readers prefer them. When I first wrote Confessions, the book contained "closed door" sex. My critique partner called me because she didn't want to read any more of the story unless I added at least one sex scene. She might've been joking, but I never had to figure that out because I started the first sex scene between Chelsea and Jordan. Writing this type of content scared the crap out of me. I had no idea how to do it. My critique partner, an erotica author, showed me the way. 

Now my novels range in heat level. The reason for that is because sometimes I don't think the story always calls for a really naughty scene between the characters. Other times, the story is full of it. Dreaming of Him has one "closed door" sex scene even though the cover is a bit naughty. The sexiest book I've ever done is Cross the Line. All of the other's heat levels fall in the middle. The level of sex included in a story isn't something I focus on. My focus is always making the characters someone the readers can relate to. People occasionally have one-night-stands. So do my characters. Sometimes people have other issues that prevent them from physically opening up to their love interest. Guess what? Some of my characters do that as well. This is where my focus remains. 

Speaking of one-night-stands, Allison tried having one of those with Miguel. Here is a little teaser: 

“Would you like to dance?”

     She nodded while trying to get her heart to stop racing in her chest. Did she even remember

how to do this? It had been so long since she’d danced with someone. She pictured herself fumbling

in his arms and stepping on his shiny shoes.

      Not wanting to lose this chance with him, she wiped her sweaty palms down her pants before

putting her arms over his shoulders. Tingles of excitement raced throughout her body when Miguel

slid his arm around her waist and pulled her even closer to him, making her breasts press tight

against his chest. Her breath caught in her throat. Her body stiffened when his lips found the curve

of her neck as they swayed together over the grass, while the slow song filled the warm air with

sweet tunes. The evening would’ve been perfect if she hadn’t had to continuously push away the

panic that tried to make an appearance in her heart.

      “We can stop if you aren’t sure about doing this,” he whispered against her ear, his hot breath

sending shivers through her.

     “I want to.” Each part of her body screamed for more, in spite of the mix of emotions flooding

through her by his embrace. Fear swirled through the arousal and desire to be with him. Maybe

she should just end it with him right here. End the dance, end the date, and end any tomorrow that

might’ve happened with Miguel. But she didn’t want him to let go of her.

     “Then relax. I won’t hurt you.” He ran his fingers through her hair. “Not ever.”

     Her stomach tightened as she repeated his words in her mind. He wouldn’t hurt her ever. The

more she thought about what he’d said, the more she believed him. The words intoxicated her, or

the wine finally started to work, making her relax against him. Were those the words she needed

to hear? She took a deep breath, enjoyed the spicy scent of his cologne, and his arms holding her

tight against him. Even the moon seemed a little brighter as it started coming up for the night.

     She snuggled closer to him, allowing his hot breath to brush across her ear, sending shivers

down her spine. Being with Miguel made her realize how much she’d missed the security that came

with being with a man. If she’d known what she’d been missing, she might’ve dated sooner. But

what if he caused this sensation to come over her and nobody else could? Nope, not Miguel. It

couldn’t be him because that would mean this was more than she thought. No entanglements. Only

fun. And that’s what she’d have.

     Allison pulled back a tiny bit to look in his dark eyes. She moved her face forward to brush

her lipsgently against his. The simple kiss shot sparks through her body. Her lips parted and she

tasted the tip of his tongue as it played just inside her mouth. Heat swirled around in her belly and

traveled in both directions through her body, all the way down to the tips of her toes and up to her

cheeks, making every part of her body long for him. Opening her mouth more provided the chance

to take his tongue all the way in.

      His hand reached under the back of her shirt to trace small circles over her skin with his

warm fingers, then moved around her side to her stomach. “Do you want me to stop?”

      “Oh, God no.” She’d probably die from the yearning to be touched pulsating through her. 

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If you'd like to read more of Midnight Secrets, you can find it for your Kindle here http://www.amazon.com/Midnight-Secrets-ebook/dp/B004GHN46U/ref=pd_rhf_gw_p_t_1

But before you go, drop me a note to let me know how much sex you like in your books! 

Talk to you soon, 

Wendy Ely