If you don't know how much I (heart)
Clovia Shaw you aren't paying attention. SHe was here during
BIG COMICS WEEK reviewing CHEW and spreading LOVE for Third Eye Comics. Here's a little snippet (a drrrrrrrty little snippet) from her new book :
[QUOTE]
Linc rested his
cheek on her head, still pressed firmly inside her, his hand
smoothing up and down her quivering thigh as his stomach heaved
against hers.
“We shouldn’t
have done that,” he said quietly.
“I’m pretty
happy with it.”
He grinned into
her hair, the length of velvety tail uncoiling from her leg so slowly
it felt reluctant, leaving an uncomfortable chill where her skin was
now exposed. Letting her get a foot solidly down first, he gave her
ass a squeeze before shifting to disengage. Delia closed her eyes for
the shiversome sensation as he withdrew slowly, her hands curling
against his hot sides.
“Do you trust me
to do this for you?”
Delia nodded,
reaching down to snag the right leg of her panties and jeans so she
could put her boot back through them. She’d been expecting the
flare of foxfire to destroy the condom, but it was still disorienting
in such a small space while hopping on one foot.
Alerted by the
squeak, Linc just watched her topple headlong into the laundry, the
flames in his palm receding to a glow so he didn’t miss anything.
[/QUOTE]
First off, let me say that picking an excerpt from a longer sex scene
is hard. Heh, hard. I try very hard to craft a romantic or sexual
scene so that it makes sense in the context of the story, suits the
tone of the rest of the book, and isn’t in there just because I was
getting bored and wanted the characters to screw already.
Wait. Back up the truck. “Length of velvety tail?”
Don’t make it weird, man. The MC in Nogitsune, Lincoln Black, is
descended from Japan’s legendary fox-wives—which in my universe,
means he has spirit tails. It works, shut up.
I didn’t realize this was a Romance.
It’s not. If you took the romance with Delia out and just had them
work together, Linc would still have a book, though it wouldn’t be
nearly as much fun. My kitsune are sensualists, life-force
harvesters who draw harmlessly on their lovers for a little extra
afterglow buzz, and writing around that would be ridiculous.
Okay, so why this excerpt? We didn’t get to see anything!
Because it illustrates what I try to do with sex scenes—it’s
easier without the distraction of hot, heaving, slick things.
Physical intimacy can’t exist in its own bubble, discrete from the
rest of the story. Something led the characters there, the plot rolls
on around them, and worldbuilding rules still apply. Here, Linc is
putting Delia in danger by having sex with her, but he’s not used
to curbing his appetites. So he’s worried he’s started something
he can’t stop. The bit with the condom is a window onto the local
magic and the danger inherent in sleeping with another magician.
Spit, blood, sexual fluids, hair—all these things can be used
against you, so it’s a further trust to give, for Delia to let Linc
handle the disposal for her. And lastly, there’s a casual fondness
there that I think is very sweet when Delia trips bare-ass into the
mountain of laundry, and rather than try to catch her, Linc just
enjoys the view.
Or, you know, it’s just rude.
Foxes are habitual line-steppers, tricksters at heart, and don’t
particularly care what you think of them. Linc could play Prince
Charming as easily as any other illusion in his repertoire, but Delia
doesn’t expect or want him to be something he’s not. It’s not
like the laundry was going to eat her.
Stop acting like italics isn’t just you talking to yourself.
Fuck you, it makes me sound more personable and engaging. Or creepy
and sad, but whatever.
…I spend a lot of time in my head.
Thanks to Lela for letting me rub my naughty bits all over her blog
today, and for all you non-italicized people who dropped by to get a
look at them. Nogitsune is available at
Amazon
and
Smashwords,
and you can come talk to me on
twitter
if there’s nothing good on late-night TV.
