Hmm, You asked how I went about handling sex in my books. I like to think of it as writing love scenes and not a sexual romp to thrill a reader. To set my mood, I flood the house with music. The same music every time. “Just Show Me How to Love You” by Sarah Brightman and Jose Cura; “Time to Say Goodbye”, Sarah and Andrea Bocelli; “‘O Mare E Tu” with Boceli and Dulce Pontes; “There for Me” with Sarah and Jose Cura; Dulce Pontes with her throaty, fiery songs and Capercaillie with their exciting, wild music.
They give voice to the man and woman I’m writing about. Jose Cura and Bocelli make my heart pound with their pleading. Who could ignore them? While their music flowed over me, I wrote the verses for the songs in Always Mine. Brianna danced to Capercaillie and her voice lifting to the great hall’s rafters was the sound of Dulce Pontes’.
I think every author has a different take on how they go about describing it. With me, I have to really love my characters so I can become them. Once I’m in their mind, then I know how they’re feeling and what would be the most exciting thing for them. And I become the man, too, to know what he’s anticipating and how he’s feeling–what turns him on.
For instance, Meghan of Blackthorn and Rolf MacDhaidh would make love differently than our Brianna Sinclair and Damron of Blackthorn. Even more of a contrast would be the way the berserker Mereck of Blackthorn would initiate Lynette of Wycliffe to love.
So, say if I’m Meghan, I know she wouldn’t be thrilled if Rolf treated her like a delicate flower. After all, she was a warrior woman and knew what lovemaking was all about, even if she was intact (a virgin)Â when they first went to bed.
If I were Briana, whose modern soul had returned to medieval times, she also knew what to expect and would have the confidence to throughly enjoy yerself.
Har! But wait until you read Mereck and Netta’s wedding night! Now that was one heck of a lot of fun.
I think authors do pull a little from their own experiences and what they like, but they also have to use a lot of imagination. And, as for the rest of it, I’ll leave that to your imagination. One thing I will tell you is, my dh likes to read the love scenes. So do his friends whose wives have bought my tales. When the guys ask him about it, he puffs up like a proud pigeon.
*snicker*
- About the Author
- Posts in the Past
Hi there. I’m Sophia Johnson, and Coffee Time Romance asked that I tell you a little about myself. Ha! That should take about thirty seconds. I can do that.
I’m at the prime of my life. I have long, curly brown hair that makes Katherine Zeta Jones look like a scraggly hen. Below slightly arched brows, my eyes are deep brown with long, thick lashed lids. My nose is small above full lips, and there’s a mischievous dimple in my right cheek.
Oh yes, and I’m very tall and slender with perfect breasts and legs that are insured for a million dollars.
Eh? Did I hear you snort? Smart girl. You didn’t fall for that. Yep. I was lying through my teeth.
Now that’s what I can tell the truth about.
I lie. A lot.
My passion for telling whoppers started in 1999, and I’ve been doing it ever since. That’s the year I joined the Romance Writers of America and found out I could lie and get paid for it.
My husband and I live with our two little dogs in north-central Florida. We enjoy a very quiet life in the Rainbow Springs area. Our long-coat Chihuahua Jamie is our guard dog…he’ll bite anyone’s ankle. He’s not partial. He nips friends as well as strangers. But Konner is our Papillon who wriggles himself silly until Jamie finishes making enemies of our friends, then he soothes them with doggie kisses-to-go.
It’s really important to have a terrorist dog like Jamie. He keeps everyone away. That gives me time to sit here at my keyboard and pretend I’m a tall, beautiful medieval woman who can bring a fabulously sexy, virile Scot warrior to his knees.
Now who could ask for a better life than that? I can be beautiful, courageous and sexy for months on end, and when I’m done playing, I’m always assured of a happily ever after.
Take care,
Sophia
hahaha! That’s cute about your husband.