What a Lady Wants… a Lady Gets

What a Lady Wants… a Lady Gets, if she’s lucky.

 

What if what the heroine wants is not good for her? Of for the hero?

What if the two are like poison to each other and bring out the worst in each other?

Or he gives her hives?

What if he is exactly what she needs, but the kind of man her father made her promise she’d stay away from?

If you’ve always wanted to write an erotic novel but don’t have any idea where to start, this is the perfect plot. There are plenty of opportunities for great conflict, and if the heroine is irresistibly drawn to the bad boy hero, you’ll find lots of opportunities to write hot sex scenes.

With luck, you’ll find an editor who likes determined heroines.

Now, what if the heroine can’t please herself and her family? The unlucky in love heroine. What will she decide to do then?

Okay, let’s suppose the hero is her absolute worst choice for a mate, but the heroine’s constantly drawn to him, and her thoughts go to him whenever the hero is not around.

Can she make it work? your heroine might wonder.

Not if she tries to change him, and not if she expects him to change, but if the heroine loves him, warts and all, she can overlook his faults if the hero has enough good qualities to attract and sustain her love.

No woman wants a doormat for a mate. Give your hero backbone. Let the couple disagree on principle, but lovingly come back together through a little compromise.

Don’t make your heroine a barracuda eating her way through life at someone else’s expense. She’ll be unlikeable. A little assertiveness goes a long way. Let your heroine stand up for her beliefs, but refuse to step on someone else’s toes when she does.

Men prefer their women soft and yielding. I like to write about a feminine heroine with unshakeable inner strength. Like the early settlers who crossed the prairie in wagon trains, a woman never knows what she’ll be called on to bear, and that strength will come in handy if her mate loses his job or is disabled and she has to become head of the household.

It’s all right to set goals and attempt to reach them, but have your characters take time to lend others a helping hand.

I’ve been lucky finding a publisher who liked my strong heroine.

You can read more about What a Lady Wants here:

http://calisarhose.wordpress.com/2012/12/18/what-a-lady-wants-flame-arden/

In Christmas Eve, my erotic novel published by Evernight Publishing, Eve Adohr runs a successful real estate company, but her latest relationship just tanked. Casino owner Nick St. Clair fears the women he meets are all barracudas, nipping at his heals to get their hands on his money, so he avoids close relationships until he’s snowbound with Eve.

Here’s a blurb:

In a blinding snowstorm on Christmas Eve, the jaded owner of a posh Las Vegas casino mistakes the stranded real estate agent at his door for the classy call girl he’s expecting to heat up his holiday.

Passions ignite. Eve has learned men believe bedding her the most direct route to her wealth. Nick’s female companions always want the keys to his Ferrari and to his safe deposit box, never to his heart, so he distrusts the entire lot and expects to simply walk away unscathed when his brief time with Eve ends.

Neither expects to give marriage a try, but hearts have a way of going where cautious souls refuse, and after getting it on for six days and nights Nick and Eve discover without love their former lives were little more than empty shells.

Here’s an excerpt:

Finally. Nick St. Clair took one last look around. Everything seemed in order. Don’t let your irritation at your hired date’s tardiness show. She might have a reasonable excuse for being late.

Straightening the lapels of his hip-length robe, he crossed to the door. Beneath the robe, black silk pajama pants provided minimal warmth but kept him decent.

“I’m sorry to disturb you,” the statuesque woman on his porch said with a bright smile, “but I’ve done something really stupid and wondered if you—”

“Don’t just stand there.” Nick opened the door wider, anxious to see what his credit card had purchased this time. “Come in.”

“Thanks.” After a slight hesitation, the woman stepped gracefully inside. Ice crystals clung to the fine wool scarf wrapped loosely around her neck, and to her stylish boots. She was all bundled up in a long coat, but Nick’s mind’s eye had no difficulty sketching what he hoped was hidden underneath.

The lady wore far too many clothes.

“I’m afraid my boots are wet.” She glanced first at him. His welcoming smile seemed to stun her. She stared at her boots. “Where would you like me to stand?”

“By the fire.” Nick indicated the hearth. “You look frozen.” Although in need of a woman, he had no desire to bed an icicle. He wasn’t that desperate. Yet.

She crossed the room at a slow pace, her fluid movements an aphrodisiac to him, although each tentative step left behind a patch of melting ice. Sex-deprived man that he was, his living room suddenly felt too warm. Things were looking up.

“I’ve been busy on the computer,” he said, surprised by the sudden gruffness of his usually smooth voice. He joined her before the fire. “I hadn’t noticed it had begun to snow.”

A soft-looking, hooded leather coat covered her to her ankles. What lay beneath all those layers?

To his surprise, the unknown whetted his appetite. “Here, let me help you out of that coat.”

“No.”

No? Her response drew Nick up short.

“That won’t be necessary,” she said, her sexy eyes wide. “I’ll just keep it on, since I’m hoping we’ll be going right back out.”

Out? Was this some sort of sex game played to excite him?

“Problem is…” She paused, smiling up at him, even daring to bat her eyes.

Unusual eyes, those. Emeralds, flecked with gold, and about all Nick could see of his date at the moment. He found the situation so damned erotic he began to sweat.

“… my car slid in the ditch next door,” she added, drawing his thoughts from what treasures her long coat might hide. “I wouldn’t bother you, but this mountain seems to be out of my cell phone’s service area and I wondered if I might use your phone to call for a tow.”

The dimple nestled in the satiny cheek nearest Nick flirted with him as she spoke. Intriguing. Might as well play along. “Sure.”

Author Flame Arden sounds like a well-bred Southern lady. Nothing could be further from the truth. She claims to write sex scenes with ‘squirm factor’. You be the judge as she opens the boudoir door to one-man, one-woman erotic relationships and gives you a glimpse inside. A happy and lasting marriage has prepared Flame to write sizzling love scenes, and she doesn’t disappoint, and she’s giving away a free download of Christmas Eve to one lucky commenter.

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http://www.evernightpublishing.com/flame-arden/

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