Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Where do authors get their sexspiration? Guest blog with Rhiannon Paille

Where do authors get their sexspiration?

Women might be too classy to watch porn, but oh, we're greedy for porn on paper. 

Fifty Shades of Grey, but one of the reasons that book worked so well was because Christian was tasteful, arousing, and he didn't cum too soon. The sex scenes fit the book, from the first time Ana saw him and was immediately turned on by him to the time he took her virginity. Add the surrounding circumstances and it was a decent book. The first one anyway. 

When it comes to my writing, I take my inspiration from real life experiences. I write YA so I'm more or less looking for hot without sex kinds of memories. And not the I-kissed-that-boy-and-didn't-like-it kinds of situations either. I mean those times when there were butterflies in the stomach, dry mouth, nerves, inability to walk straight and clammy palms. I'm talking about those emotions that force a surge of tingles and warmth through your body. The kinds of feelings that make it hard to think about anything but how good it feels to have his lips on yours. 

Needless to say, I've only had a couple of boyfriends who made the cut and become inspiration for fiction. There's a fine line between sexy and really not sexy. In fact, it can become creepy, disgusting, embarrassing, or scary depending on your thresholds for pain and pleasure. 

And because I know there are only adults in the room, here's a sexy scene from JUSTICE, the second book in The Ferryman + The Flame Series. 

“We need to be quieter. Melianna sometimes checks on me at night,” she whispered.
Krishani stifled his disappointment and pushed himself up so he could stare into her eyes. “It’s so hard not to want you.”
She pressed her lips together and sighed. He knew she felt the same waves of emotions coursing through her, but she let out a deep breath. “I want you, too.” Krishani went to kiss her but she sat up and put a hand on his chest making him lie flat. Nervousness washed over him as she idly moved her hands to the hem of his tunic.
He eyed her carefully as she pushed it up and he obliged, sitting up so she could pull it over his head. She shifted so she was on top of him, her pelvis digging into his. He eased into the bed, uncertainty flitting through him. He tried to stave off his desire but she leaned forward, placing light kisses on his chest and he gripped her upper arms, a question on his lips.
“What are you doing?”
She shot him a teasing, seductive expression and tingles ran down his thighs. “Do you like what I’m doing?”
She didn’t wait for an answer as her lips moved south, claiming his clenched stomach muscles, and the hair on his navel. Her hands found his hips and the hem of his breeches and he let out a gasping breath, unable to control himself. “Yes,” he said, his voice ragged. Whatever she wanted to do to him he was powerless against her. She glanced at him, a daring look in her eyes and slipped a hand into his pants, gripping him hard. Krishani couldn’t think, the sensation overwhelming, he arced his back, rocking his hips as she moved her hand back and forth against him.
“Where can I kiss you?” She asked, her eyes on his.
Krishani faltered, trying to find words. He stared at the grooves in the ceiling, pure exhilaration ricocheting through his body. He fought for control as she pressed her hand tighter and then something warm, wet and soft closed over him and he tensed, unable to hold it in.
“You have to stop,” he rasped, his hands finding her shoulders. She looked up, the pressure coming off him and he relaxed.
“You don’t like what I’m doing?”
He smiled and pulled her towards him, kissing her long and deep, his tongue caressing hers. She settled next to him her hand on his stomach. “I like it too much.” Kaliel laughed. He kissed her lightly on the lips and held her more tightly to him. “One day when this is all over, I will marry you and not the land.”
She mumbled something in response as she ran her hands along the protective arm he draped around her torso. 

The Ferryman and The Flame Book 1
Rhiannon Paille

Genre: YA Fantasy, Paranormal Romance

ISBN: 978-1480029859

Number of pages: 402
Word Count: 100k

Cover Artist: Marc Wolfe www.marcwolfeart.com

Review copies available on Netgalley: https://www.netgalley.com/catalog/show/id/21259

Book Description:

How far would you go to save everything you ever loved? 

Kaliel was warned about her love for the Ferryman. One day he will marry the land and leave Avristar forever. She doesn't listen, and because of what she is-- a Flame-- one of nine apocalyptic weapons, she sparks a war. In a desperate attempt to save her home and her love, Kaliel tries to awaken Avred, not knowing she may have to make the ultimate sacrifice.

 About the Author:

Rhi was never a normal girl. Her life was an urban fantasy wrapped in a paranormal romance and served with a side of horror. To escape her everyday weirdness she began writing fantasy. She studied at U of Sedona and MIMT, obtaining a PhD in Metaphysical Science and Parapsychology. She’s married to a chef/comic book shop owner and she has a fondness for architecture. She frequents twitter and facebook, but if you really want to get to know her you should visit her site: www.yafantasyauthor.com


Roxanne Rhoads said...

I've been lucky to have men in my life that inspire such amazing fiction. Good thing since I write erotica LOL.

Of course I have an extremely wild imagination so for every one part truth there's 99 parts fiction in my books but that is what being a writer is all about.

A dash of real life, a pinch of ourselves, and a lot of imagination.

Thanks for being a guest today Rhiannon.

Unknown said...

Aw thanks Roxy! I'm glad you liked the teaser!

And that you've had steamy real life experiences, those definitely help!