Welcome Dianne Hartsock Today

 

Erotic = Erotica + Love 

Thank you so much, Raine, for having me as your guest today. You know, there seems to be a bit of confusion between what’s erotic romance and erotica. I’ve even had one publishing house describe my work as ‘borderline pornography’ but that’s another story!

To me, pornography and erotica deal strictly with the act of sex. Wham, bam, thank you ma’am style. Erotic romance, however, is all about falling in love. There’s nothing better than a truly romantic story with believable characters and interesting plots. The only difference in erotic romance from ‘traditional’ or ‘closed door’ romance stories, is that with the erotic, you get to crawl into bed with your hero and experience his loving right along with him. How cool is that?

The sex definitely has to be realistic and hot! But I have to love and sympathize with my characters also. If they can make me laugh and cry and be happy for them, then I know I’ve written something worthwhile.

Love is complicated! Falling in love more so. What attracts one person to another? Is it the way a smile catches the eye? Is it body type? A laugh? What attracts me most in a man? What is the first thing I notice? I love this part of writing. I get to live in the shoes of my main character.

That wickedly attractive man just smiled at me! I feel the heat of a flush in my face. My heartbeats quicken. I lick suddenly dry lips. My palm is sweaty with nervousness while his is cool, his handshake confident and friendly. I bite my lip, my body responding to his nearness. His warmth envelops me. I smell his subtle, delicious cologne. I hear his quickened breath and know he’s aware of me too.

 

Do you see how I’m engaging my senses at this point? I touch his wrist and shiver pleasantly at the tickle of fine hair on his arm. His skin is warm and smooth under my fingers and I can imagine the salty taste of it under my tongue.

You see why I love writing romantic fiction? I try to capture all the senses in a scene: sight, hearing, touch, taste and smell. This is what makes love sensual rather than just a physical act. You feel the glide of skin on skin. You hear the pants and quickly drawn breaths. You see the sweat glisten on an upper lip. You taste their kisses. You smell perfume and heated skin.

I love to drown in a character’s feelings, the more intense the better I like it. Do they love the person they’re with? Hate them? Do they feel secure? Is there someone else they’d rather be with? Is there guilt involved? Insecurity? Do they stop thinking altogether and just experience the moment? Do they long to be with them forever?

Writing sensuality into a story can be draining and arousing, but I think it’s the best part of romance and should never be neglected. Let your characters experience love as fully as you do! It’s definitely rewarding. And besides, it’s a fun way to play out your fantasies!

 

Shelton’s Homecoming

Breathless Press: http://www.breathlesspress.com/sheltons-homecoming

Special Price $1.49 

Shelton’s grown tired of living a life separate from Nevil. So when Nevil is hurt in an accident at work, Shelton comes home for good. Feeling closer than ever to his lover, Shelton’s ready to make a lasting commitment to their relationship. But is that what Nevil wants? Nevil is less than enthusiastic when an old flame marries, leaving Shelton wondering if he’ll have to keep his dreams on hold indefinitely. 

Excerpt:

The doctor returned as promised; checked Nevil over; and discharged him.

“I left a prescription at the nurse’s station for you to pick up on your way out. Pain meds for the headache I know you’re hiding; and you can also take them for your arm.”

“Thank you, Andrew,” Nevil said with his charming smile.

Sheltongave the love of his life a dry look. Always the flirt. He shook the doctor’s hand and took the copy of the release papers from him. “Thank you for taking such good care of him. I have to tell you it was a relief to find him here rather than in ICU.”

“It was my pleasure. Take care.”

Nevil collected his prescription at the front desk and they made their way to the elevators. A soft rain fell as they emerged from the hospital entrance and made a dash for the train depot. Deep in thought,Sheltonchewed his lip while they waited.

He glanced at Nevil beside him and noted the white set of his lips. “I could take you home first if your head hurts. There’s no reason I can’t retrieve the car myself later and pick up your prescription.”

Nevil gave him a smile and slipped his warm hand intoShelton’s. “Let’s pick it up together. I feel like I’ve just been released from prison. I want to be outside for a while.”

“Just don’t get chilled,”Sheltonsaid, and then he groaned. “Please ignore me. I think I left my brain back inColorado.”

Nevil chuckled. “As long as your luscious body is here,” he murmured and smacked his lips together.

Sheltonglanced around quick. No one paid them any attention so he gave Nevil a light kiss; then wished he hadn’t as every nerve in his body ignited. He wanted Nevil wrapped around him–now; with Nevil’s gorgeous cock buried deep inside him.

He jerked his gaze down the tracks; embarrassed and aching. He hoped Nevil hadn’t noticed the tremble in his hands. They would pick up the Prius and go home; where Nevil would take his meds and go to bed.Sheltonwould have to content himself with a shower where he could get rid of the hard-on he’d suffered all morning. The idea made him feel alone and without a thought he squeezed Nevil’s hand.

Nevil leaned close to whisper in his ear, “Don’t forget … you promised to let me ‘do’ you.”

Sheltonlaughed, breathless. He turned back to Nevil and touched his lips with an unsteady finger. “I’m holding you to that,” he said, then sucked in air when Nevil’s velvet soft lips closed over his fingertip. He watched in captive fascination as his digit disappeared bit by bit between those pale lips. He felt the roughness of Nevil’s tongue in the moist, hot depths; then Nevil pushed the finger to the roof of his mouth and started to suck on it. God! Shelton’s prick hardened more with each draw as Nevil’s tongue undulated around his finger; his balls were tight and ached.

“Damn, Nevil … stop! You’re going to get us arrested,” he panted in his lover’s ear. He knew that at any second he was ready to drag Nevil behind the hospital and fuck him senseless.

Nevil’s throaty laugh made him shiver with bliss. “The train’s coming.”

Sheltondropped his head on Nevil’s shoulder and fought to calm his unsteady senses. Nevil didn’t play fair. He almost sobbed when Nevil’s body heat wrapped around him and teased him closer when it was time to pull away.

“Come on, Love. It won’t take long to get the car and then we can go home,” Nevil said with encouragement and he tugged on his sleeve.Sheltonboarded the sleek train car; but chose to stand when Nevil patted the seat beside him. He couldn’t tell where Nevil’s fingers would roam if he sat down. Nevil gave him a delighted smile in answer as he read his mind with ease.Sheltonscowled and looked out the window as the train gathered speed. His errant mind pictured Nevil’s mouth on him as they swept along the tracks; and he had to stifle a moan in his throat.

 

 

Dianne Hartsock

Blog: http://diannehartsock.wordpress.com/

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Twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/diannehartsock

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4850270.Dianne_Hartsock

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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5 thoughts on “Welcome Dianne Hartsock Today

  1. Thanks for the great excerpt and explanation. I think the way you said the differnce is right on the spot!
    Yvette

  2. I like how you explained the difference between erotica and erotic romance. I’ve seen both terms used wondered at the slight difference.

    Your book sounds fab!

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