Showing posts with label shapeshifters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label shapeshifters. Show all posts

Sunday, March 10, 2013

Cupid Rocks: building characters and backstory

Readers have asked me questions about creating back story and how I develop my characters. Well, I got into the habit of writing character sketches of my hero and heroine. I've included what I wrote up for Joe and Mandy, along with inspirational images for the characters.


Joseph Schwarzerwulf / Joe Blackwolf. 

Joe was born February 9, 1973—just turned 40. He plays guitar. He’s 6’1” and 190 lbs.  He has large hands.  Left hand has short nails and calluses on the fingertips. Right hand has long nails and no calluses.He feels like he's the family “disappointment” because he went into rock music instead of becoming a classical guitarist.  He legally changed his name to Joseph Blackwolf when he started playing in rock bands at the age of 20.

He is the oldest of three sons born to Leopold and Maria and his brothers are Jacob (opera singer) and Julian (trumpeter).

Joe's musical influences:  Andres Segovia, Christopher Parkening, Jeff Beck, Jimi Hendrix, Jimmy Page, Eric Clapton, Eddie Van Halen, Yngwie Malmsteen – since joining The Pack he’s discovered blues guitarists due to Eddie Goldwolf’s encouragement.

Joe practices four to six hours daily.  If he can manage it, he practices eight. He’s a disciplined musician who is determined to be technically excellent.  He’s driven to prove that he’s as good a musician as his father even though he doesn’t play classical music. If he doesn’t have time to practice enough before a gig he can play well but doesn’t feel as “prepared” as he thinks he should be.

When he left home (and college) at twenty to pursue rock music his father gave him a Les Paul sunburst Gibson guitar. Joe has many guitars but he practices and almost always performs using the LP.  He still has the Hauser acoustic guitar his father gave him when he began playing classical guitar. When he practices classical music, he’ll pick up the Hauser to practice on.  He also takes the Hauser on stage to play acoustic tunes.


Mandy Goldwolf

Mandy was born July 28, 1977 - she's 35 years old. Mandy is a plus-size female who makes the most of her curves. She knows males love her full breasts and round butt, but she still sometimes worries about her body. She is the only pup of Eddie and Carly Goldwolf and while she knows she is well loved by them both, her childhood wasn't simple or idyllic.

Her parents, Eddie and Carly, met when they were twenty and eighteen, respectively, and have been together ever since. Their mating wasn't an easy one, despite the fact that her parents were—and are—True Mates. Eddie resented finding his mate so young because he didn't get the chance to get wild with females and live out the whole "sex, drugs and rock and roll" dream. Also, Carly's father looked down his regal nose at Eddie and Eddie responded by going on benders and disappearing for days. When Mandy was ten, Eddie finally chose to dry out. Now, Eddie regrets putting his mate and his daughter through such hell, but Mandy remembers it and it colors her budding relationship with Joe.

Mandy loves music. She was born in The Pack and sang with the band from a very young age. However, when she was eighteen, she had a traumatic performance experience. She participated in a competition and forgot the words to a song, completely freezing on stage. It was so bad that Carly had to come onstage to help her off. From then on, Mandy developed stage fright. It grew worse and worse until she quit performing in public.

Since she could no longer perform, she chose to follow her second love…photography. She shoots portrait work to make money, but loves to do art photography too.

Mandy and Joe together

When they meet, the attraction is immediate and fiery. But there are some bumps along the way because Joe still views himself as the black sheep of his family and keenly feels his father's disapproval. Mandy is still fighting her stage fright and has some baggage about her parents' history. Joe and Eddie have built a friendship, but Eddie has an almost pathological fear that his daughter will end up with a musician like him and this fear rebounds on Joe, when Mandy's parent's find out about the relationship.

Cupid Rocks revolves around the family issues in Mandy and Joe's life and how they work through their problems to end up strong and together in the happily ever after they deserve.

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Cupid Rocks

When her parents' rock band, The Pack, performs at Zach's bar, Mandy discovers her True Mate, Joe Blackwolf, the band's lead singer and guitarist. All she has to do now is convince Joe that she told a little white lie to make her mom happy, her father that rock musicians aren't all alike, and her new mate's family that rockers aren't all that different from classical musicians.

Joe Blackwolf is celebrating his 40th birthday. And what he wishes for when he blows out the candles is to find his True Mate. He succeeds when he meets Mandy Goldwolf. Problem is...she belongs to someone else. Finding out the truth leaves him free to explore every inch of her smokin' hot curves, but now, Joe and Mandy are neck deep in overbearing relatives and everyone is in for a rockin' Valentine's Day!


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Excerpt:

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An Excerpt From: Cupid Rocks
Copyright © FRANCESCA HAWLEY, 2013
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.


“Am I dead, Angel? Cause you look like you’re straight from heaven!”
“That has to be the worst line I’ve ever heard,” Mandy laughed, looking up into warm brown eyes. She shivered as he settled into the chair beside her.
“Maybe, but it made you laugh.” He took her hand. “Can I buy you a drink?”
Joe waved over a waiter and ordered for them without once releasing her hand. She could feel the rough calluses guitar playing had created on his fingers, but they turned her on. He turned her on.
This was Joe? “Good ole Joe” as Eddie called him. He was neither good nor old. No. He was gorgeous…and talented. Zach wasn’t kidding when he’d said this Blackwolf was a great guitarist and singer. For the first time since Carly bugged her, she wished with all her might she hadn’t lied about Zach being her mate. Zach might be handsome, but Joe made her throb in places that hadn’t throbbed in all of her thirty-five years.
“So what’s with the camera, Angel? Fan or reporter?”
Mandy looked down at her fingers clenched around her camera strap. If she told him who she was, he’d back off so fast she’d see skid marks on the floor. Just this once, she wanted to pretend she was someone else. Just tonight. She leaned forward pressing her lips against his ear.
“I’m more than a fan. I’m a groupie. Can’t you tell?” He shuddered, turning his head he met her gaze. The fire glowing in his eyes set her boiling. Yes. She had to have him. Now.
“A groupie? For just any rock musician?”
“No, Joe. I want you.”
“Fuck, yeah,” he growled, standing so abruptly his chair toppled over. No one nearby noticed as he dragged her to her feet. “Where?”
Mandy looked over toward the hallway leading to Zach’s office and smiled. They had a clear path. She pulled him after her and they ducked into the shadowy space. He pressed her to the wall and took her mouth in a deep kiss. Their mouths meshed together. Joe pulled back to nip at her lips, then ran his tongue along the inside edge of her lower lip. She caught his long dark hair in her fingers, holding his mouth to hers.
Fire. Heat. She’d never felt anything like this in her entire life. She moaned as his mouth slid to nuzzle her neck. Mandy wrapped her free arm around him, clutching his leather jacket. She lifted her right leg along his hip. He stepped into the opening she’d created, thrusting his hips against hers.
She shivered as his rough fingers slid along her leg and under her skirt. He slipped his fingers under her panties and cupped her ass. Grasping her, he pulled her more firmly against his hard cock. He reached up to her peasant top, untying the drawstring to bare her bra covered breast. His hot breath teased her neck and then his warm tongue grazed her skin as he licked his way over her curves
“Hey. Anyone seen Joe?” Mandy and Joe froze as she heard Eddie’s voice. He was close. Too close. She looked out of the entrance of the hall. She didn’t see him, but he was right there. She knew it. Mandy closed her eyes, fighting to keep her panting excitement from giving them away.
“I think I saw him with a hot chick earlier. I didn’t get a good look at her though. Just noticed she was his type.” Tom responded with a laugh.
Joe groaned in her ear, and kissed her cheek. She turned to look up at him. He was still on fire, she could see it but there was a definite question in his dark eyes? Stop or go?
She lowered her leg and he sighed, then she smiled and grabbed his hand. “This way,” she whispered.
Mandy knew there was an empty unlocked office back here and she wanted this wolf and she wanted him now. He chuckled as they moved into the darkness. She found the door on the right and turned the knob. Hearing the click, she pushed, wincing at the creak when the door stuck. He pushed her through and they shut the door behind them. Mandy flipped the light switch, blinking a bit to adjust to the table lamps that came on. She’d been expecting an overhead. They looked at each other and grinned.
Joe pulled her over to the empty desk and she climbed up onto it. He stroked her cheek. “You’re sure?”
“Yes. I don’t want to stop. Not now.”

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Releasing from Ellora's Cave February 22, 2013.
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Francesca Hawley, author bio


I’m Francesca Hawley and I’m a fat chick. A woman with dangerous curves just like my heroines.
I first began to read romance when I was in my teens. I loved the genre, but the heroines were all thin. Their thighs didn’t rub together…had never rubbed together…and frankly I had trouble relating to these ladies. The stories were great—full of emotion and well told, but the heroines weren’t like me and that was a major disappointment.  I kept wondering where were the fat heroines? I found some occasionally, but to have their Happily Ever After they usually had to lose weight and go from ugly duckling to swan.

Well, I wanted a fat heroine who loved herself—or at least learned to love herself—and a hot alpha hero who liked her jiggly bits just the way they were. Since I didn’t find many big girls to read about, I decided  to write about them myself. After all, I loved to write anyway and had been writing almost as long as I’d been reading, so Francesca Hawley – author of Romance with Dangerous Curves was born.

In a Francesca Hawley romance, my readers will find authentic, sensual, fat heroines who love and are loved by their intense, passionate, and seductive Alpha heroes. I hope you enjoy their dangerous curves just as much as their hunky heroes do.

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Monday, December 10, 2012

New release - Leader of the Pack!




Hi all! Francesca Hawley here. I'm so excited to announce a new release coming on December 21 from Ellora's Cave publishing. Leader of the Pack is a sequel to Alpha vs. Alpha (though both stand alone).

A childhood friend of Serena Goldwolf, matchmaker extraordinaire, comes to her and asks Serena to find her a match. Serena is a little shocked by the request. She loves to find matches that will make her clients happy, but this client is a challenge.

Yohana Whitewolf is a pack leader and her pack is nervous about her lack of mate so she seeks out the services of Predator-Match.com to find her a male willing to be her Mate. There are some special criteria for this search. He has to be an alpha male, but one who has no desire to take over as packleader. Yohana isn't looking for Mr. Right, she's looking for Mr. Right-Now because she'll be coming into heat in a few days. If she can provide her pack with both a Mate and a pup on the way, she hopes they'll leave her alone.

Dr. Per Goldwolf seeks a matchmaking service because he's in a dilemma. He wants to make partner in his medical practice, but the head of the practice has a few prejudices. One of them is that he wants Doctors who are made partner to be settled family men and not bachelors on the prowl. So Per needs to find a Mate before the weekend. He's told his boss that he has a fiancee but he's been lying and now the piper is coming to call. Produce the girl or lose the promotion.

Serena matches them up gleefully. But when you match two complicated wolves together, complicated doesn't begin to describe the situation because Yohana and Per don't lead simple lives.

Leader of the Pack - blurb

Surgeon Dr. Per Goldwolf needs a mate to make partner in a prestigious practice. Predator-Match.com—a matchmaking service for shapeshifters—not only finds him a mate, they match him with his True Mate. Yohana’s long legs and fair flesh make him lick his lips and her scent makes him rock-hard.

New packleader Yohana Whitewolf’s life goal is to follow in her sire’s pawprints and lead her pack. Leadership demands sacrifices. To calm her people, Yohana needs a mate. But finding an Alpha male who won’t take over is a tall order. Yohana doesn’t want the complication of a True Mate, but Per is a sexy, intelligent Alpha male and she wants to shred his clothes every time she touches him.

Everything should be perfect—except she’s a packleader, and the Whitewolf pack is nervous.


Excerpt


By reading any further, you are stating that you are at least 18 years of age. If you are under the age of 18, it is necessary to exit this site.
An Excerpt From: LEADER OF THE PACK

Copyright © FRANCESCA HAWLEY, 2012

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

Per looked up from his coffee to see Yohana striding confidently across the room. Two steps behind her was the young waiter, looking dazed and horny. What the fuck? Per had been on edge ever since she left the table, envisioning her in the bathroom stall with her legs spread and himself on his knees on the floor plowing into her. Now, here she was sashaying back to their table looking satisfied. He stood to hold out her chair. As Yohana stepped close to him, he was enveloped in the scent of her recent arousal…and orgasm. His bitch screwed someone else then walked back to the table as if nothing had happened. Fuck that! Per caught the worshipful gaze of the wet-behind-the-ears pup and growled.
The pup blinked and stammered, gulping in terror. “I’ll bring your check,” he squeaked.
“Like hell you will, you whelp. You just mounted my Mate. We’re going for a walk. Now.
The boy yipped, flying off for the kitchen at a run. Per was after him in a shot, ready to kill.
“Per!”
He ignored Yohana’s cry of command, looking back once, rage filling his vision. “I’ll handle this.”
The boy weaved between tables before slamming headlong into someone exiting the kitchen with a tray full of pasta dinners. Per caught the boy before he hit the floor, lifting him up by the collar of his shirt. A firm female hand grasped his wrist, while her arm encircled his waist.
Yohana pressed against his back to whisper in his ear, “I masturbated in the bathroom. The pup was nowhere near me. Let him go…” She sighed as he turned to look into her eyes. “Please, Per.”
He took a deep breath and nodded. The scent of his Mate wasn’t on the boy, so he released the whelp, watching as the boy ran hell for leather through the kitchen doors. Per closed his eyes, mortified at his stupidity. He had never claimed a female this publicly in his entire life, not even when he was in Sweden before his sire threw him out of their pack.
Yohana eased away from him, turning to the man, who happened to be Stefano Blackwolf the restaurant manager and son of the owner, Roberto. “I’m sorry, Stef. This is my fault. I’ll pay for the meals. Please allow me to buy the diners whatever else they would like to apologize for their wait.”
Per shook his head. “No. My fault. I’ll pay for it.”
Yohana frowned at Per. “Iwill pay. It’s my responsibility.”
Per’s blue eyes blazed, then he paused. “We’ll split it. Fair?”
Yohana patted his arm. “Yes. That’s fair.”
Per blushed as Stefano lips twitched, fighting to control his amusement. Per looked into Yohana’s eyes then he started to chuckle, drawing giggles from her. She blushed, looking down at her toes. He reached over, lifting her chin with a fingertip barely brushing her lips with his.
“Dessert, Yohana? Would you like some cannoli?”
“That sounds wonderful.”
“Two, Stefano?” Per inquired of the manager.
Stef nodded, directing the busboys to clean up the mess while he went to inform the waiting diners of the delay with their meals. Per set his hand at the small of her back, escorting her to their table. He seated her and reseated himself.
“I’m sorry for setting this mess in motion. I didn’t consider you might imagine me having sex with Marcello. He’s a baby.” Yohana took his hand, meeting his eyes.
Per clasped her hand before lifting it to his lips to kiss. He froze, taking a deep breath. She’d washed her hand, but he knew it had been inside her…recently. Per looked into her startled gray eyes, breathing deeply so she’d know he smelled her sex. He opened his mouth engulfing her thumb, sucking and licking it. In spite of the soap, her taste lingered faintly on her skin bringing his body rigidly to attention.
Yohana gasped, color rising in her cheeks as she licked her lips. He could see her pebbled nipples tight against the silk of her dress. This was no frigid bitch and he was in big, big trouble because his mind rejoiced to discover it. Per wanted to mount her now. He wanted to grab her, throw her face down on the table, rip off her panties, and sink into her to make her his while everyone in the room watched…then cheered. What scared him the most was the expression evident in her eyes. She wanted the same damn thing!


Saturday, November 10, 2012

Writing Full Time

I'm a little late getting my post up today because I actually took a break from writing. In the middle of October I lost my job. That's the bad news and it definitely sucks. But the silver lining for this particular cloud is that while I search for another job, I can write full time. And I've been doing just that.

In the last two weeks I've written 20-25K words. In the past, that never happened. But I'm approaching my writing as not just my part time job, but as my full time career. And the alteration of my mindset has made a HUGE change for me. I'm enthusiastic about writing. My creative juices are flowing. And that writing allowed me to complete a work in progress that's been sitting on my computer for at least two years. As soon as my crit partner gets through it I'm going to whip through it again and submit it to my EC editor. I'm really excited about it. I also feel such a major sense of accomplishment. And it feels good.

Not only did I finish a new story, but in early October, EC contracted a shapeshifter novel. It's the sequel to Alpha vs. Alpha and it's called Leader of the Pack. I don't have a cover for it yet, but I'm keeping my fingers crossed and I'm on pins and needles about it!

Here's the blurb:



Surgeon Dr. Per Goldwolf needs a mate to make partner in a prestigious practice.  Predator-Match.com—a matchmaking service for shapeshifters—not only finds him a mate, they match him with his True Mate. Yohana’s long legs and fair flesh make him lick his lips and her scent makes him rock hard.

New packleader Yohana Whitewolf’s life goal is to follow in her sire’s pawprints and lead her pack. Leadership demands sacrifices. To calm her people, Yohana needs a mate. But finding an Alpha male who won’t take over is a tall order. Yohana didn’t want the complication of a True Mate, but Per is a sexy, intelligent Alpha male and she wants to shred his clothes every time she touches him. 

Everything should be perfect—except she’s a packleader— and the Whitewolf pack is nervous. 

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I'm so excited about my writing now. I'll be sure to keep you posted about the release date for Leader of the Pack!

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Getting Back to my Roots

It's been a year since I had my big health issues and I'm finally getting back to some semblance of normal. But while I've been fighting my way back, I've also been fighting with my characters. With my writing. With my muse. It's been really frustrating, to say the least.

With one story I've been working on, I've finished it once. Almost finished it twice, but it's still not right. So I'm going back to the beginning with it and dropping some things and adding others. And revision is my least favorite aspect of writing. I hate rewriting stuff. So this has been painful. In the meantime, I've had very little coming out for my readers to enjoy. Also, very painful for me.

So I decided to go back to my roots.Shapeshifters. My very first release was Alpha vs. Alpha and I was able to release it again with edits last year after I regained my rights. My first release from EC was Protect and Defend.

 I have a shapeshifter erotic romance that's been sitting on the back shelf for awhile and I've decided to pursue that one to see if I can get it finished. So far so good. My writing is going forward and my characters are cooperating. It feels really good and it makes me happy. Happy to write. Happy in my daily life. I'm just in a better mood overall.

The story I'm working on features a female packleader who is pressured by her pack to Mate and produce pups. Because she's committed to leading, she agrees to abide by the will of the pack and seeks out a male who's willing to be her Mate and give her pups...right away.

Yohana uses the services of Serena's matchmaking service at Predator-Match.com. It's been fun to visit with Serena again, but  to also make her presence relevant to the story. I'm having even more fun with the new couple, Per (pronounced like pear) and Yohana as they work their way through their relationship. It's early yet, but this story feels good.

Let me provide you with a little teaser - they are on their first date... What do you think?

By reading any further, you are stating that you are at least 18 years of age. If you are under the age of 18, it is necessary to exit this site.
Copyright © FRANCESCA HAWLEY, 2012


Per looked up from his coffee to see Yohana striding confidently across the room. Two steps behind her was the young waiter, looking dazed and horny. What the fuck? Per had been on edge ever since she left the table, envisioning her in the bathroom stall with her legs spread and himself on his knees on the floor plowing into her. Now, here she was sashaying back to their table looking satisfied.

He stood to hold out her chair. As Yohana stepped close to him, he was enveloped in the smell of her body. She’d just orgasmed. His bitch screwed someone else then walked back to the table like nothing had happened. Fuck that! Per caught the worshipful gaze of the wet behind the ears pup and growled in threat.

The pup blinked seeing his death in Per’s feral eyes, then gulped in terror. “I’ll bring your check.” He squeaked.

“Like hell you will, you whelp. You just mounted my Mate. We’re going for a walk. Now.”        
The boy yipped, flying off for the kitchen at a run. Per was after him in a shot, ready to kill him.

“Per!”

He ignored Yohana’s cry of command, looking back once, rage filling his vision. “I’ll handle this.”

The boy weaved between tables before slamming headlong into another waiter exiting the kitchen with a tray full of pasta dinners. Per caught the boy before he hit the floor, lifting him up by the collar of his shirt. A firm female hand grasped his wrist, while her arm encircled his waist.

Yohana pressed against him to whisper in his ear, “I masturbated in the bathroom. The pup was nowhere near me. Let him go…”  She sighed as he turned to look into her eyes. “Please, Per.”

He took a deep breath and nodded. Per released the whelp, watching as the boy ran hell for leather through the kitchen doors. He closed his eyes, mortified at his stupidity. Per had never claimed a female this publicly in his entire life, not even when he was in Sweden before his sire threw him out of their pack.

Yohana eased away from him turning to the male who approached, Stefano Blackwolf, the restaurant manager and son of the owner, Roberto. “I’m sorry, Stef. This is my fault. I’ll pay for the meals. Please allow me to buy the diners whatever else they would like to apologize for their wait.”

Per shook his head. “No. My fault. I’ll pay for it.”

Yohana frowned at Per. “I will pay. It’s myresponsibility.”

Per’s green eyes blazed, then he paused. “We’ll split it. Fair?”

Yohana smiled slightly patting his arm. “Yes. That’s fair.”

Per blushed as Stefano fought to hold back howls of laughter. Per looked into Yohana’s eyes then he started to chuckle, drawing giggles from her. She blushed, looking down at her toes. He reached over, lifting her chin with a fingertip barely brushing her lips with his.

“Dessert, Yohana? Would you like some cannoli?”

“That sounds wonderful.”

“Two, Stefano?” Per inquired of the manager.


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Per and Yohana are very different from other couples I've written and I like them quite a bit. I'll keep you posted on how things are going. Returning to my roots seems to be going well so far. Wink...


Saturday, March 10, 2012

Skipping the Sex Scene

Hi from Francesca Hawley and this slightly warm Iowa March morning.

I've talked to readers in the past who say they love romance, even erotic romance, but they always skim or skip the sex scenes. I smile but in my mind I can't help but think, then why do you read romance and why erotic romance especially?

To me erotic romance is defined by the hot, well written sex scenes that aren't gratuitous and move the plot forward while revealing character. Of course that means those scenes are damn important. They have to mean something. They aren't filler. They can't be stripped out because if you take them out, you lose part of the story. They do some heavy lifting in a story.

Hence, my dilemma. I've been stuck for almost a month on a sex scene near the end of my BDSM romance and it won't, pardon the pun, come. I think I finally know what I want to happen between my characters. but I can't seem to get them to play nice...or naughty...together. Arrrrgh!!!!!

So, I'm considering, gulp, skipping the sex scene and coming back to it later. I hate doing that! hate, Hate, HATE it!  Picture me stomping around like a two year old here, cause that's how I feel. I figure that if I can't believe a reader would skip a sex scene when reading, how the heck can I skip it while writing? But I want to finish the story. I'm so close I can taste it and this damn scene is standing in my way. More screams, hair pulling and gnashing of teeth - but not in a sexy hot way. Rather in a frustrated and irritated way.

I know I can go back and fill the scene in. I did it with Protect and Defend, my shapeshifter romance, when I had a devil of a time writing the anal scene near the end of that book. When I went back to it, I had to drag it out of my writing soul, but I finished it. Of course, it helped to have the rest of the story done at that point so I knew what had to happen in that scene. I knew why it was important, so I could write with that in mind. Yet, I dithered and groaned about skipping it just like I'm doing now.

I'm a very linear writer. I start at the beginning and write all the way through. I don't write a scene here and a scene there, skipping around as the muse moves me because when I try that the muse usually doesn't move me. He rolls his eyes and goes to watch football or something, annoyed by my aimlessness. Oh, by the way, unlike most writers my muse is a guy. A really hot guy. But a guy nonetheless. Easily distracted by shiny things, big breasts, sports, and NASCAR.

So, I need advice. Should I just skip ahead and revisit this scene when I finish the rest of the book? Should I stay linear? Should I tie my muse up and make him...wait, I'm not writing a FemDom story. Shoot, I can't go there. Thoughts and discussion appreciated.

And readers, I just have to know...do you ever skip sex scenes and if so, why? Your opinions will help me write a sex scene you won't want to skip. At least I hope so.

And just in case you're curious, here's a part of that anal scene that was such a bear to write. I hope you enjoy the tease as much as Mikaela did.


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If you are under the age of 18, it is necessary to exit this site.

An Excerpt From: PROTECT AND DEFEND
Copyright © FRANCESCA HAWLEY, 2009
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.



“Mikaela, have you ever pleasured yourself anally?”
“Yes…” she shivered, nodding while he ran soapy fingers though her hair.
“Tell me how.”
Miki kept her eyes closed, lulled by the soft pressure. “I’ve used a vibrator.”
“What size?”
“Hmm. Like a small cock—maybe an inch or so thick.”
“Did you enjoy the penetration or the vibrations?”
“Both. It felt so good to be penetrated, but when I turned the vibe on…oh God. I almost came. I could feel it in my pussy as well as my ass.” His fingers paused on her scalp. “Don’t stop, Diar.”
He chuckled, rubbing again. Diarmid took down the shower head to rinse the soap from her hair, only to repeat the process as he stroked creme rinse through her hair. “You like this?”
“You know I do.”
“I do and I’m enjoying it too. It’s the first time you’ve been completely relaxed since we got home.”
Miki blinked open her eyes, looking up at him. “Really?”
“Yes, Mikaela. Really.”
“Oh.”
Diarmid washed the creme rinse from her hair then switched the handheld to massage, aiming the water for her breasts. Miki sighed, quivering as the water hit her sensitized nipples. He pointed the spray at her abdomen then reached between her legs to spread her lower folds. She widened her stance, grasping his thighs with her hands as she anticipated the fall of the pulsating water against her clit.
“Do you want it?”
“Yes…”
Miki jerked when the water hit her clit square on. He’d changed the setting to a high-speed pulse, which elicited a mewl of pleasure from her as she bucked her hips under the torrent, throwing her head back against his chest. His cock was starting to stiffen again where it pressed into the small of her back. The feel of his cock along with the vibration of the water hit her hard and fast. She hadn’t been expecting her body to react so quickly, yet Miki found herself spasming in climax as she clung to Diarmid’s taut thighs so she could stay upright. He held her close, drawing out her orgasm until it almost hurt before taking the water away. He eased her by gently stroking her clit with his fingers. Miki shivered under his touch.
Diarmid bent forward, kissing her shoulder. “I love watching you come, Mikaela. You’re so responsive.”
“Do I have a choice?”
He chuckled. “You always have a choice and I’m glad you choose to come for me.”
Diarmid ran his hand down her flank and behind to her ass. He stroked her clit with one hand, slipping the fingers of his other into her pussy to take advantage of her natural lubricants. He slid his now-slick fingers up to gently massage her asshole. Miki looked over her shoulder into his blue eyes, questioning.
“Diar?”
“You still have a choice, Mikaela. Tell me what you want.”
As she felt his fingers rim her tightly puckered ass, Miki quivered, relaxing under his touch. Diar slipped one finger into her ass, she moaned, clenching down on the invader as their eyes locked. Miki didn’t want to make the decision. She wanted to close her eyes and let him decide for them both, but he wouldn’t let her.
“What do you want, Mikaela? I’m not going to force you. I need your consent or I’ll stop.” His fingers paused in their stroking. Miki whimpered in protest. “Words, Mikaela.”
“Can’t you read my thoughts?”
“Yes, but I’m choosing not to. I want you to make the choice. If you aren’t ready, I’m fine with it. But I need to know.”
“I want to. I’m not sure if I can, but I want to try.”
“Try what?”
“Damn it, Diarmid. You know!”
“Maybe, but we need to be able to talk to one another.”
“I want you to play with my ass.”
Miki felt her face heat up, but she couldn’t seem to drag her eyes away from his compelling gaze as Diar edged his finger deeper into her ass. Her nipples tightened with excitement while he circled her throbbing clit with the fingers of his other hand.
“Play with it? That’s all?”
“No…I…” She looked away.
“Say it, Mikaela.”
“Damn you!” She turned to glare at him, all but shouting, “I want you to fuck me in the ass. Okay?” Diarmid smiled at her, dropping a hard kiss on her mouth while he eased the finger out of her ass with a pop, making her jump.
“That wasn’t so difficult, was it?” Slowly he repenetrated her asshole with his finger, chuckling when she shivered, welcoming his finger.
“Diarmid, you can be such a prick…” Miki was turned-on and irritated at the same time.
He laughed. “So I’ve been told. I love you too, sweetheart.” Diarmid’s hungry eyes roamed her body, as he licked his lips. “Let’s see if we can make your wish a reality. Hand me the tube of lube.”