HOW I COME UP WITH SEXY SCENES by Sheri Fredricks

Please welcome our guest blogger today. And Sheri has a giveaway!

Maybe you’ve wondered this very question while reading books. While I can’t answer for others, I can give you an idea of how mine are created.

First, we have to remember that a sex scene is the same as any other event in the life of the characters. With that in mind, I give it the same considerations as I would in an action scene: tension buildup, dynamic tease, a balanced length, good resolution, followed by consequences.

I only wish it were that simple, but it’s not. I’ve got choices. They’ve got choices, and those need to match the way my characters think and behave. It’s kind of like telling someone how to have sex. And depending on the scene, it can sometimes get downright graphic—at least in my mind, if not in print.

Voyeuristic, in a literary way.

Just as in their individual actions, the character’s motivations for sex have to remain consistent to their personalities and fit the character—or the person the book character wants to be.

One way I get ideas for character actions is through research. I’ve been known to skim through fantasy date sites online, read articles on what men and women want in their partners. Maybe watched a skin flick or two. *giggles* A culmination of research can go a long way when creating the perfect scene.

Of course, a glass of wine will help as I type the rough draft.

If you were to write a sexy scene, how would you like a scene to be written? Answer in comments below and I’ll chose one random commenter to win an ebook copy off my backlist.

Good luck and thank you for stopping by!

XO,

Sheri

Book Blurb:

Monica Beggs is more than the hottest porn star out on DVD—she's Finn Daniel's next assignment.

Lights. Camera. Lube?

Famous porn star Monica Beggs wrapped up another grueling on-location movie shoot when the Colombian cartel attempted to kidnap her. Their guns are as real as the price on her pretty head.

Former Special Ops and present day surfer, Finn Daniels recognizes a lady in distress when he sees one—especially if it’s his adult film crush being hustled out the door. He’s no longer in the business of busting up the underworld, but that doesn’t deflect his moral compass.

In a fast-paced adventure—over land, sea, and air—playing it hot and heavy will lead them straight into action!

Excerpt – PG13

Scene setup: **A few members of Finn’s civilian team discuss their options**

“If I can’t ditch these guys, then what do you recommend?”

Monica’s large eyes implored him with her gaze. Finn discerned his response would be critical. Not only to her career—should she carry on, that is. And by the way she’d been talking, an early retirement seemed sooner, rather than later. Potentially her actions, and certainly her life, could be influenced by his answer.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Scooter shift his at-ease stance to straighten his back. This was one responsibility Finn didn’t take lightly. But before he strategized their next move, Monica needed to understand that she wasn’t to blame. When unchecked, self-loathing often turned even the most positive people into empty shells of their former self.

“Moni,” he carefully formed his words to coincide with his thoughts. “Your career shouldn’t be a relevant factor for me, them, or anyone else. You don’t force people to watch your movies, and it sure as hell doesn’t hurt physically if they do.”

“Okaaaay….”

Finn sensed her doubt and adjusted his position so their knees rubbed as he faced her. Time for some pep-talk psycho-babble, but for all the right reasons. “In our business we deal with a wide variety of people, and I’m not talking about just the surfing accessories company, either. I’m talking about our side business.”

“That’s an understatement.” Riley chimed in.

Finn pretended not to hear his partner’s comment. “What a client does for a living isn’t relevant to us. Hasn’t been for a long time now. In your case, your income is legal. The porn industry is highly regulated and, fortunately for your bank account, extremely popular. People who buy your movies do so willingly.”

Matt sat up in his chair and made a choking sound. “You’re a porn star?”

Everyone ignored him. Again.

Her eyes grew round, evidently surprised Finn knew as much as he did about her industry.

“Look how many adult film actresses have crossed over to mainstream these days,” he said. She lifted one eyebrow, nonplussed. “Pornos are what you do to earn a buck. It helped you survive a rocky time in your life. Because of it, you had food to eat, clothes to wear, and a solid roof over your head. Unlike some of your coworkers, you didn’t get sucked into the ugly side of show biz. You’re clean, conscientious, and you don’t do drugs.

“Babe, what you do for a living doesn’t define who you are. And I happen to know your profession isn’t who you are as a person.” Finn sat back but kept hold of her hand. “Don’t let your choice of career horde your thoughts. We’re here to protect you, Moni Beggs. Not Monica the actress.”

She bit her bottom lip, the slim fingers trembling in his hand. “Thank you.” Her eyes traveled to each member in the room. “I truly appreciate your help.”

Maybe it was her beautiful persona. It might have been the sincerity of her words. Whatever the reason, she’d captivated them.

Finn most of all.

Tension dissipated with masculine throats clearing. Everyone responded at the same time.

“Consider it done.”

 “No problem.”

“Why the hell didn’t anyone tell me she made adult movies?”

“You’re welcome, ma’am.”

Woof!

As soon as Winnie barked, they all started to laugh. Once the noise died down, Finn took charge again.

“Alrighty then. Here’s what I’m thinking.” He paused a moment. “You may be here longer than we initially thought. I doubt you brought enough clothes with you.”

“She could keep wearing your shirts,” Riley teased. “God knows she looks a helluva lot better in them than you do.”

Finn couldn’t argue with Riley’s logic, but Moni looked a hundred times more beautiful without a shirt at all.

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Sheri loves to spend time at home and connecting with readers. A computer hutch keeps her focused on creating stories, but the panoramic view of life on a ranch will call her outside to play in the sun.

Winner of the Paranormal Romance Guild Reviewer’s Choice Award, and a Finalist multiple times for InD’Tale eMagazine’s Reward Of Novel Excellence award (RONE), she has numerous five-star reviews everywhere eBooks are sold.

 

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There's a Man In My Bed by Brenda Whiteside

The most surprising scene for my heroine, Abigail Martin, in my latest novella, The Morning After, is the first scene of my book. Poor girl wakes up with a sexy redheaded cowboy she doesn't know - or does she?

The throb behind Abigail’s eyes scraped at her temples like chiseled fingernails. She squeezed her lids tight. Was the sheet twisted around her? She patted her waist. No, it was her dress, the purple flowered sarong. One hand moved across her chest while the other slid down her hip. Strapless bra gone, no nylons. What the hell?

She inched the covers down, so her head didn’t jar, and eased her feet to the floor to sit on the edge of the bed. Last night’s mascara weighed heavily, stinging her eyes when she opened them. How disgusting. She hadn’t gone to bed without washing her face in fifteen years. With a hand to her forehead, she raised her gaze to the reflection in the full-length mirror on her closet door.

Her breath caught in her throat and Abigail froze. Another body, partially covered, came into focus behind her.

Think. The headache got in the way of last night’s memories, the strain not worth the pain. And this was exactly why she never had more than a glass of wine. A bad headache and now a strange man in her bed. Her stomach lurched.

What have I done?

And moments later:

A moan.

The man rolled to his back, kicking off covers.

Abigail gasped. Her gentleman visitor wore only a bow tie and black socks.

She crept to the edge of the bed. His face was turned away, further hidden by red curls hanging down the nape of his neck and onto his cheek. A visual sweep of the attractive body brought a smile to her face when she paused on his more than ample endowments. A true redhead. An encounter of this magnitude should be easy to remember.

Abigail smiled in spite of her throbbing temples. Inching closer, she nudged his boots aside with her foot and leaned over to see his face. Mmm. He smelled good, like rich leather and fresh cut wood. As she bent to get a closer look, Kirby, her sixteen-pound Siamese cat, entered her room and announced his hunger.

The visitor stirred, grasped her arm, drawing her down across his hips.

He rose up on his elbows and looked at her. “So, Abby, you’re a morning person, are you?”

Abigail launched off the bed, trying not to come into contact with anymore of the warm body than she already had. Tripping over the boots, she ended up sprawled on the floor. “Who…” She gulped. “Who the hell are you?”

“Who am I? “Darlin’ I know I told you, you’ve got to believe it’s true.” He paused his singing. When she sat speechless, he sang out again, slightly off key. “Real love comes along once, and that real love is you.”

“You sure as hell aren’t Lance Dugan.”

He sat upright, feet to the floor, and Abigail found herself eye level with embarrassment. With hands to her face, she pleaded in a quiet voice, mindful of her head still adjusting to sobriety.

“Please, cover yourself. You look ridiculous.”

“Why, there’s a blow to a man’s ego. I hope you mean the bow tie, darlin’, and not my prodigious

maleness.” The sheets rustled. “You can open your eyes now and greet your husband with a little more enthusiasm.”

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