Ever since I knew I wanted to write romance, I knew they’d be erotic. There’s something not authentic—to me at least—about a story that leaves you and the door, having to use your imagination about the happenings in the bedroom. Part of falling in love is making love, learning your partner’s wants, needs, making sure you’re compatible. That’s the real and while romance novels can’t be classified as such, they are based in facts.
I’ve read romance with no sex/detailed love scenes. Amanda Ashley remains a fave, but she’s an exception, not my rule. One of the criteria to me buying a romance novel, or checking it out of the library, is the heat level. My motto is ‘if they ain’t humpin, I ain’t reading.’ No disrespect to the readers who prefer the sweet side of romance, they just aren’t for me.
I recently read a novel where it seemed the author couldn’t decide what she wanted the heat level to be. The language was raw and salty—the way I like. The P and C words were used to describe body parts and I began salivating, waiting for the first trip to the bedroom. That sucker was finished in two sentences. What? I felt so jipped. That is where you’d lose me, the reader, and I know that was never your intent.
In my debut release A Wicked Ride, the bedroom parlay is an extension of the banter between the h/h Sasha and Niko. It’s also where they allow their guards to drop, allow those emotional feelings to manifest. Why would that be muted, downplayed? It shouldn’t. The readers invested in their HEA want to be able to witness it all—at least this reader does. Give it to me.
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A thief on a mission…A former mob-enforcer out for revenge…
Sasha Forde has hung up her thieving stilettos, but a visit from a mobster sends her back to her old life. In order to save her family—and herself—from jail, she must steal evidence hidden in a lawyer’s office. She sets out to do what she considers a simple B and E, but someone else has arrived first. And he holds her life in his tattooed hands. Not for long.
Niko Davaris is all about revenge on the man who tried to kill him. The evidence he stole is the first step in that direction. He’s not thrilled to wake up with a gun to his head. The woman on the other end is cocky, smug and too damn hot for her own good. He wants her, she wants the evidence. When she takes it and disappears, he gives chase.
Battle lines are blurred as they give in to temptation, but on a ride like this, someone has to come out on top. Who will it be?