Please welcome the very lovely Alyssa Turner to my blog today, chatting about love scenes and her new book Polished...
First and foremost, you need an interesting pair...or trio as is the case with Polished. The characters need individual relevance to their specific desires. You need to know what turns them on and why. I think, everyone knows that the most potent sexual organ is the mind. I want to get inside my character’s heads. I need to do that before I let the reader see what’s going on in their pants. No rush jobs...a good love scene is about the set up, the build, the extra information that lets the reader feel the swirl of emotion and makes them tingling with anticipation.
The next key ingredient is context. Ah, you thought I was going to say love, or passion! No. The next limb on the tree touches on the unique situation that brought them together. You see, for me the passion, the need, is not enough. I want a tantalizing reason for their paring, a sexy as hell circumstance that I can visualize and savor. Maybe it’s a serendipitous accident that’s brought them together. Or maybe it’s a carefully orchestrated power play that has them itching for release. There must be a compelling, and even more importantly, alluring reason for the sex. Without that, it’s nothing special.
Now, let’s talk about the emotions. Good sex is emotional. Whether it’s lustful or loving, it damn well better be invested with emotion. Even anger is an emotion. Hmm, I’ve never written angry sex into a scene of one of my books...put that on the bucket list. Mostly, I like to tap into a feeling of longing. When the moment arrives for the most important love scene, I want my characters to be dying for it. I want the reader to be dying for it, too.
Polished takes us through the emotional journey of three people who longed for something they didn’t know they couldn’t live without. In my book, that’s a recipe for the hottest sex you can imagine.
Thank you, Lily, for giving me the floor here on your blog. I so enjoy your writing; what an honor to be your guest! Here’s a little taste of Polished for you and your readers.
“Bad girl.” The belt snapped against her skin and she let out a sharp cry. “That’s for not being in the kitchen waiting for me like I told you to be.”
Spencer wriggled against his bindings and the pots clamored above him.
Jack locked eyes with him. “You’re OK, aren’t you, Ror?”
“You ready for another?”
She lifted her head and looked at Spencer. “Yes, sir.”
The leather cracked against her pale, naked bottom again and he watched her fingers curl into fists, her arms stretched out in front of her.
“You shouldn’t have cleaned away all of your juices.” He rubbed the spot where he’d just spanked in slow circles. Rory’s hips began to sway with his strokes. “Now I have to get that pussy all wet again.”
Rory whimpered, but it wasn’t from pain. Spencer knew the sound of that whimper. He’d give his left arm to dip his hand into that pool he was sure she had gathering between her legs.
“Do you think I can do that, Rory?” Jack was saying, rubbing her pink cheek in wider circles now, swiping low and closer to her cunt. “How about you, Spencer? Do you think I can make your girlfriend’s pussy cream for me?”
Spencer nodded, felt his head bob up and down like an eager little boy. He didn’t think it was possible, but his cock swelled even more.
“Think I’ll check, just to be sure.” Rory let out a ragged moan and Spencer knew Jack’s fingers were inside her. “Yes, that’s better.”
He let go of her then, but when she fussed with her dress he shook his head. This time it was all she needed and she stopped trying to pull it down.
“Spencer, your girlfriend is such a bad girl. What am I going to do with her?” Jack said. He pressed her forward again and his fingers returned to a steady pace in her cunt. Spencer could only smile at him with a playful shrug.
“You, on the other hand, have been on your best behavior all night and I think you deserve a reward.” Leaving Rory for just a moment, Jack turned to the bags holding their to-go containers of chocolate cake and grabbed a fork. He helped Rory climb back onto the counter and handed them to her. “Feed him.”
She kneeled on the counter and Spencer turned toward her with an open mouth. She placed a forkful of cake on his tongue. It was rich and decadent. And then he felt a hand, strong and sure, take hold of his cock.
He couldn’t look, couldn’t register the sensation of the man in front of him stroking his shaft. So Spencer closed his eyes and opened his mouth, accepting another shaky mouthful from Rory. When
Spencer opened his eyes again, it was only to find hers fixated on Jack’s hand and the way it shuttled up and down the length of his cock.
Rory pressed her forehead to Spencer’s. “Oh sweetie, that is so goddamn sexy.”
He felt his nuts coiling already and he closed his eyes again, gritting his teeth against the onslaught of sensations whirling in his body. He pumped his hips into Jack’s fist and suddenly there was more.
Warm soft velvet passed along the underside of his shaft. He forced his eyes open, needing to confirm what his body already knew.
Jack’s cock pressed against his, held in place by his thumb while his fingers wrapped the top of Spencer’s shaft. The sight sent a bolt of lightning through him—just like he feared, just like he craved.
Jack placed his hand on Spencer’s neck, thrusting his hips forward as he did so. He grunted at him. “Look at me.”
Spencer raised his head, tearing his eyes away from the sight of both their cocks sliding in Jack’s hand. The way Spencer’s breaths passed through his clenched teeth in short puffs made him feel like a steam engine ready to blow. His eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed on Jack, and Jack stared back with the same intensity. And that was what did it. He came like a bullet, shooting hot streams into the air and all over Jack’s dress shirt and his own. He also soaked Jack’s cock, which was still purple and gleaming with his own arousal.
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It seemed like they had everything, but they didn’t have Jack.
Without question Spencer Hartley burns hot for his girlfriend, Rory, but his other desires are hidden down deep. He might blow things up for a living and climb mountains for kicks, but the scariest thing in his life is the truth about his sexuality.
Jack Rothman works hard and plays dirty. After long, demanding days in his family's engineering firm, he indulges in the pleasures of silk restraints and fine wine. Lots of hot meaningless sex helps him forget that he's suffocating, with no one to give him a reason to breathe.
When a catastrophic accident traps Spencer in a flooded subway tunnel with Jack, they need each other to survive. But something strong stirs down there in the darkness, and it's more than their desperation to live. There's a spark between them that's impossible to ignore.
Rory Campbell would love to give Spencer the one thing he doesn't have, the freedom to explore his secret desires. But how does that fit into her picture-perfect relationship? When Jack invites the couple to his sprawling Hamptons beach house, Rory realizes that she has secret desires of her own--the kind only Jack's Dominant hand across her bare bottom can satisfy...
If you asked her, she’d say it all started with her vast collection of paper dolls. That’s how long Alyssa Turner has been crafting intricate story lines full of twists and turns and memorable characters. Thirty years later, her stories are now quite grown up.
She writes erotica and erotic romance in all lengths, having been featured in the notable anthologies of Best Women’s Erotica, edited by Violet Blue and several from Rachel Kramer Bussel. With her proclivity for the ménage genre, Alyssa is often recognized for weaving complexity and emotional depth into her characters and plots.
Alyssa has more than several full length novels under her belt and no two stories are the same. For Alyssa, it’s much more fun to try something new. Read more about Alyssa Turner and preview her published works on her blog. http://alyssaturnerwrites.blogspot.com