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What Makes You Feel Sexy?
Everyone has a different version of what makes them feel sexy. For some people it may be a scent or specific touch. For some women it’s a short skirt that shows off their long amazing legs, or an open back that shows of her sexy shoulders.
For me, I feel sexiest in a pair of high heels (it’s an extra plus if they don’t make my feet hurt). A low cut top that shows just a little cleavage without being vulgar, the sensation of silky fabrics against my skin and a little spray of a deep rich rose perfume. And of course, lacy red underwear.
Finding out what makes your heroine feel sexy is very important for writing a romance. It helps you determine who your character is. A woman who feels sexy in leather, and dominating her partner, probably won’t work in a daycare (though now that I’ve thought of it I kind of want to write that story). A woman, who loves the smell of orchids and the sensation of grass beneath her feet, probably doesn’t work as a race car driver. Just like every other attribute of your character, why makes your heroine feel sexy determines who she is as a person, and creates a deeper richer character.
It also helps you decide who the perfect man is for your heroine. If a woman feels most alluring when she’s dominated and tied up, her hero isn’t going to be beta male. He’s not going to be the geek from mailroom that can’t stop looking at his shoes. He’s going to be the boss, the dom, the alpha. If a heroine feels her most beautiful when she’s being watched, when she’s in control, then bring on that beta. If she feels most gorgeous when she’s snuggled up into a man’s chest hair, you’re not going to set her up with someone who’s bald.
But most importantly knowing what makes your character feel sexy is a major component to writing a really hot love scene. If you can find what makes your heroine feel her most sexy, and then have it converge with the hero and some deep rooted emotion, you’ll have an explosive night in the bedroom, or couch, or office, etc…
Love scenes are always hotter when the heroine feels sexy. Whether its submission, hooker shoes or satin sheets, when the heroine feels beautiful and appreciated she is more open. She’s more uninhibited. She wants to make her partner happier, as well as herself. She’s feels powerful, and she’s not afraid to ask for what she wants. Whether it’s for just the right touch or a special place kissed, when a woman asks for what she wants the sex only gets better. The characters can become closer, and have more fun in the bedroom. What could be better during a love scene?
So what makes you feel sexy? Is it that high cut slit, that lacy tong? Leave me a comment and let me know.
What makes my heroine, Alicia, from my most release with Whiskey Creek Press, feel sexy is bright colored heels, being bored at work, and of course her yummy boss, Ted. Here’s a little snippet to show just what happens to Alicia when all these elements combine into one fun filled afternoon.
Blurb
When Alicia notices her boss Ted has had a long hard day, again, she decides to help him unwind in the most sinful way possible. Sashaying into his office on high red heels and with lust on the mind she offers to do whatever he wants.
Ted may think he wants to be good in the office, but Alicia knows otherwise. With long blond hair, smooth legs and curves in all the right places, Alicia’s convinced she can get him to loosen up.
But Ted isn’t as easily relaxed as she intends. It will take everything in Alicia’s arsenal to drag Ted away from logic and responsibility. But Alicia is determined to help him let go, and she won’t stop trying, until he is hers—for good.
Excerpt
Alicia tapped her heel against the smooth tiled floor beneath her desk. The phones had been quiet all day. No visitors had darkened their door since yesterday.
Never exciting, her job was duller than usual today.
Elbow braced on the desk surface, Alicia pivoted her chin in her hand, looking to the large white-faced clock on the opposite wall. Still five hours to go till she could return home and pour herself a glass of merlot.
Alicia glanced over her shoulder into her boss’ office. Ted sat at his desk, focused on several papers spread across its surface. He massaged his temples, blinking down at the small print. His smooth linen shirt hugged his strong shoulders, stretching tighter across his chest with the extension of his arms. The top button was undone, giving a taste of the soft dark chest hair covering his pecs.
Ted looked delectable. He always did. Half the reason she’d taken this job was so she could stare at him all day. Most assistants didn’t have anywhere near the view Alicia did. He was the kind of man that could make any woman hot and wet in all the right places. But today, fatigue almost overpowered his gorgeous qualities. Exhaustion was written all over him, from the stoop of his shoulders to the wrinkles sketched across his brow.
Her boss wasn’t just yummy, Ted was also the best man Alicia knew. He never failed to put everyone else’s needs before his. Just as he had last night, when he’d pulled himself out of bed before the crack of dawn to sit by the side of a scared wife while her husband underwent emergency surgery. He’d looked beat when he’d walked in this morning, and three cups of coffee later, he didn’t look much better.
She wished he wouldn’t work himself so hard. That he’d find a little time for himself. Maybe even take a day off.
If only there was something she could do. Alicia’s lips curled into a wicked smile. An evil plan formed in her mind.
She’d make him relax, even if she had to force him.
Flushed with excitement Alicia leaped from her chair, running to the thick wooden portal that separated her reception area and Ted’s office from the rest of the building. She twisted the ancient lock. The click of the bolt sliding home sent a shiver up her spine.
Alicia wasn’t the most skilled assistant. She wasn’t great at filing, and a message or two often got lost on her desk. Her computer skills were subpar at best. But she had other skills to offer up, and it was about time she started using them for Ted’s advantage.
She stepped to Ted’s office door, tugging her dress down so that her breasts peeked out from the top of the plain neckline to emphasize the shadowy valley of her cleavage. No reason not to put her best asset forward.
Alicia took a deep breath as she raised her hand to the smooth wood door. This wasn’t going to be easy. She smiled as she brushed the hair from her face. But it would be fun. For her as much as him. She rapped her knuckles against the wood, throwing the door open before Ted had a chance to respond to her knock.
He didn’t look up from his desk as she stepped to the entryway, giving Alicia a moment’s pause. His gaze trained down with iron focus. With bouncy blond hair, ample breasts and long smooth legs, Alicia wasn’t used to men maintaining that kind of concentration around her. Especially when she gave them all the signals she was interested in more than photocopying. Maybe she shouldn’t have bothered him. It wasn’t too late to abandon her plan. She could toss off some simple excuse and slink back to her desk with him none the wiser.
“What is it, Alicia?” Ted growled. Sable locks pointed out in disarray around his head, as if he’d been running his fingers through them all morning. Her palms twitched with the urge to comb through those silky strands and right his mane. To then use her grip to pull him close enough to smell the woodsy cologne and natural male scent he wore. Her desire to comfort him, to touch him, gave new life to her convictions and revived the power inside her.
Ted needed to enjoy himself, he needed to relax, and only she could give him that.
Her fiery red stilettos clicked on the pale smooth floor as she entered the office, giving an extra saucy sway to her hips. Ted’s eyes slid slowly up from the desk as he attempted to hide his stare. The draw of her steady steps and the brilliant flash of color were too tempting to ignore.
Due to their numerous conversations about her wardrobe during her first few weeks on the job, her heels were the only color she wore today. While she’d originally come to his office in vivid reds, pinks, teals, and purples, it hadn’t been long after that Ted’s visitors had started to complain.
Many of the older patrons found her jewel hues and flirty styles too sensational. She’d hated giving up the clothes she loved, the colors she enjoyed, but she hadn’t wished to make his life difficult by standing up to his guests on principle.
She’d conceded on her clothing, evident in the plain black dress and white unbuttoned cardigan she wore. But the shoes remained her rebellion. She couldn’t give up her bright flirty shoes, especially not with how he looked at them as she walked around the office.
She always felt powerful and beautiful in her bright heels. His warm caramel eyes followed her as she paraded around the office, clicking about the stiff floors with her vibrant shoes. Their clack across the hard tiles as she completed her tasks distracting him from his work. She loved the thrill that ran through her when his eyes would slip from her heels up her toned legs. She could almost see him trying to gauge how soft and long her legs were, imaging them wrapped around his torso. It made the thirty minutes she spent on the treadmill every day worth it.
“What are you here for Alicia?” Ted snapped, rubbing his temples again, trying to redirect his attention to the page before him.
“Whatever you want, Sir.”
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Willa Edwards has dreamed about being a writer since she was four years old. When she picked up her first romance novel at fifteen she knew she’d found her place, and she’s never looked back.
She now lives in New York, where she works with numbers at her Evil Day Job and spends her nights writing red-hot tales of erotic romance. When she's not at her computer, you can usually find her curled up in bed with her two furry babies, her nose pressed to her e-reader.
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