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Hi, I'm Randi Alexander and I write cowboy erotic romance. I'm published with The Wild Rose Press' Cowboy Kink line. My new release, Her Cowboy Stud, is available now.
Thank you for hosting me, Raven. You have a beautiful blog. I spent a lot of time reading through all the fascinating posts and sexy excerpts. As I read, I realized how compelling words can be, whether whispered or shouted or just formed as a thought inside a character's head.
In romance novels, especially erotic romance novels, authors love to intrigue readers with sexual tension. Starting from page one, we start the hero and heroine thinking about s-e-x.
Here are some examples from Her Cowboy Stud:
Macy sucked in a breath as she pushed herself back to standing. That voice. Deep and strong, slow with a sensual Texas drawl, sending jolts of heat to her core and evoking the daydream she’d been indulging in for three quarters of a year. The fantasy where cowboy Trace McGonagall held her close and murmured low, sexy promises in her ear.
Trace bet she was thinking the same thing. If she got down here to Texas occasionally, they could make it a regular thing. … One sizzling night a month he could spend some of his bankroll on her. They’d meet in a high-class Houston hotel. He’d pull her to him, hard and fast, and their kisses would be frantic as they ripped the clothes off each other. He’d tell her with desperation choking his voice, “I want you. Now.” He’d pick her up and press her back against the wall. He’d lift her legs and slide into her hot, wet pussy.
With this technique, we're deep inside each character's head, and we know what they want, even if the object of their lust doesn't. (Did you notice how the thoughts differ from a woman's head to a man's?)
Another way to turn up the heat under the boiling pot of desire (wow, what an analogy!) is to have the characters tell each other what they would like to do.
“Darlin’.” He lifted Macy gently in his arms and carried her to the bed, laying her on the comforter. “I want to taste you. Everywhere.” His words came slow and full of promise. His half-lidded eyes turned nearly black with lust as he looked his fill of her body, not touching her, taunting her with expectation.
“I know what you need, Trace,” her voice rasped. “It’s the same with me. I want you hard and fast this time.” The naughty glint in her blue eyes charged like electricity through him, shooting wild, throbbing pulses down into his cock.
“I want to take you from behind.” He’d been craving this from the moment he saw her looking out over his land, her white pants snug on her perfect ass, her sexy calves bare, and her feet, delicate in those high heeled sandals. “I want your sweet ass pressed up against my hips, and I want to feel my balls slappin’ against your shaved mound.”
Her eyes closed as she cried, “Yes, please. I want you inside me. Fuck me from behind.”
When the characters tell each other what they want, what they need to do to each other, it gets extremely sexy. The desire buzzes between them like electricity and we get a double dose of tension: we can feel how the dialogue affects the person saying the words, as well as how the words impact the character who's hearing them.
The third way to build the sexual steam in a story is, of course, when the hot, sticky, naughty lovemaking begins. (woo-hoo!) My example of that is below in the excerpt.
Being a writer, I'm always on the lookout for the phrases in a book that make me go, "Ohhhh yaaaa!" What are some of the things that you’ve read or have had whispered to you that have set your blood racing and raised tingles across your skin? Is there one thing that every time you hear it send your world spinning? Please share it in a comment, and one lucky commenter will win an ecopy of my anthology.
Trace McGonagall’s quiet life on his Houston stud ranch is shaken up when gorgeous Macy Veralta arrives to claim an inheritance left to her in his uncle’s will. Trace sees her as just another gold digger, but he also can’t resist her curvy body. When she hints at being the perfect submissive to his Dom, he has to have her.
Macy wouldn’t have been three months late to claim her inheritance if she’d known Trace was sin in jeans. The cowboy’s dominant bearing and the smoldering glint in his eyes send shivers to her toes and stirs images of being bound in his bed and disciplined at his hand. But could Trace’s perfect seduction be part of his plan to reclaim her inheritance?
EXCERPT: Over 18 only, please.
Something touched Macy's inner thigh. Cool, like leather. The riding crop? Yes, she wanted to feel the sting. She made a tiny whimper, and whispered, “Please?”
With a groan, Trace drew back and brought the whip down on her right cheek, then her left, then softer on each of her thighs, but still with a sting.
The burn lasted just seconds but gave her a new sensation, one she’d never known. Throbbing pulses of carnal need converged in her core, and her pussy lips swelled and tingled.
“No,” he groaned. “You’re not submissive enough to deserve the crop.” The sound of the flogger hitting flesh made her hold her breath, but he walked to the side of the bed, slapping the rubber against his palm. “Do you even deserve more flogging?”
From where she lay on the bed, with her head turned toward the window, she couldn’t see him. Not daring to turn her head without permission, she said, “My pussy. Please.”
He touched the strips of the whip to her most sensitive flesh. “Has it been a bad pussy?”
She bit her lip, loving the way he stayed in character, but let her determine the severity of her discipline.
In a second, the stinging strips of rubber lashed her inner thighs and swollen lips. Her slit contracted, feral waves of decadent sensation gripped her deep inside her belly. A soft groan escaped her throat before she could stop it. The second strike came faster, tingling through her as her body slid closer to orgasm. Her hips bucked, driving her to the edge of bliss.
“You will not come without my permission,” he commanded. “Up on your hands.”
Shaking, her head spinning with the needed release, she pushed her upper body from the bed. Her breasts jiggled, sending the clamps swaying, tugging at her in waves of dark pleasure.
He stood next to her. She could see his jeans and the immense erection captured behind the denim.
“I hold the power of your orgasms.”
“Yes,” she agreed, wanting to urge him faster, but knowing the rules. Obeying them.
Trace walked to the other side of the bed and crawled to her side. On his knees, he laced a hand in her hair and turned her head. His kiss was all powerful. He took from her, teaching her, holding her captive with his mouth. His tongue flicked and tasted, twined and tangled. Abruptly, he ended the kiss and turned her head the opposite way.
“Look at yourself.”
A large mirror on his low dresser sat at the perfect angle for her to see both of them. Her body, restrained and clamped, shivered with satisfaction at the perfect vision. Her on her hands and knees with her sexy cowboy beside her, and his hand in her hair.
He slid his other hand up her thigh and she caught his reflection. Dark eyes, nostrils flared, he reminded her of a wild stallion.
His hand cupped her pussy and a jolt went through her. Her hips bucked, begging for more.
To celebrate the release of Her Cowboy Stud, I'm giving away, to one lucky *commenter, an e-copy of my new erotic romance short story anthology Cowboy Bad Boys. Just leave a comment today and we'll choose a winner tomorrow. *Commenter must be 18 years of age or older to win.
I'm also giving away a custom-made messenger bag and a $50 gift certificate to Pureromance to one subscriber to my newsletter. For more details, and to sign up for this contest, please go to my website, RandiAlexander.com And while you're there, you can read the first chapter of Her Cowboy Stud.
Good luck, and thank you!
Randi "Rode Hard and Put Up Satisfied"
Her Cowboy Stud available at The Wild Rose Press Wilder Roses
Kindle version is available at Amazon.com