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Lia: How do your characters enjoy their playtime? Rough? Playful? Tender? All of the above?
Cerise: Rough, playful, tender, funny, strong and enduring. Those are ALL the qualities of my characters when they make love to each other! Isn’t that what we all want and need? Tireless and creative lovers are my main passion and I try to get them on the page and into bed! Or on a kitchen counter. Or on a rack in a dungeon. (Really!) Or on a desk in a mile-high private jet over Dubai. Or in a Parisian club where couples go to share themselves and their experiences.
Love scenes are for mouth-watering delights in almost any place that is comfortable for the raw enjoyment of an exciting partner!
Lia: You definitely have my interest piqued. What is the hottest scene you ever wrote?
The hottest scene I ever wrote—and the most difficult—was in my ménage, HER THREE-WAY MERGER
. This was the first ménage I ever wrote and the choreography really got me all hot and bothered! In so many ways! I adored the idea of 2 men for one woman. What woman doesn’t? BUT I knew I wanted a happy-ever-after for Sienna and Cord Ryder. I knew these people. Saw them. Understood them. But to write them together in a seduction, culmination and declaration of love? Ah. Tough!
In a scene with only one man and one woman, I get the play. I know what hand is where, why and how to proceed. But with more than one partner, the challenge is all in the best writing to convey the mood, motivation of the characters and to drive the story where you need it to go.
Showing potential love from one of the men had me reeling with the edits. I could not allow the younger brother to become too involved emotionally, either. So when I saw that I had to divide the action and the motivation, I finally understood my story—and my characters soooooooooo much better!
Here is a tiny sample of Sienna, Cord and Tate together:
She began to jump up, afraid she wasn’t knowledgeable enough to handle two men at once. But she halted. How did a woman do that, anyway? And not die of ecstasy? The girl in her had wanted both of them at once. Did the woman?
Her pussy throbbed and she knew her answer was yes, oh yes, I want you both. Just like I always had. Any way you want me. In a small but determined voice, she laid ground rules for whatever came next. “But you have to know that whatever happens here my offer is the same as my real estate agent’s.”
“Fun first.” Tate inched closer, his tone all business but his gaze lush with desire as he removed her shoes. “Business later.”
Cord put his mouth to her ear and whispered, “We have to taste you.” And in her surprise, she dissolved in his hands as he lowered his demanding mouth on hers and probed her inner recesses with a spearing tongue. “Every inch of you.” He splayed his fingers in her hair, sent a few of her hairpins flying, then claimed her lips again while one hand covered her breast.
“Give me this,” Tate commanded and took her glass. “I want to show you where this margarita really tastes good.” And in a second, she felt his cold kiss on her kneecap while his cool fingers parted her legs and stroked up her thigh. He went a few inches more and threaded his fingers around the crotch of her thong. She bucked, trying hard to hang on to her sanity and not just come right now like a frustrated nun.
“Oh, Christ, bro,” Tate groaned as his knuckles grazed her slit and she moaned at his tantalizing nudge. “She’s sopping wet for us.”
“Open for him, honey,” Cord crooned to her, one hand undoing the buttons of her blouse. “I am going to kiss your pretty mouth again while he gets his fingers all juicy with you.”
She eagerly widened her legs but the damn tight skirt was such a hindrance that she whimpered in frustration. Cord slipped his palm into her bra and lifted out a swollen nipple. She arched into his caress. “You both have a reputation. Worse than in high school. Ah, god, that’s great, Cord.”
Cord rolled her nipple between two fingers. “Did you pebble like this for me in high school?”
“Yes, yes! Kiss me there!” she ordered, shocked but proud of her demand.
“Should have told us, baby,” Tate said as he delved beneath her thong and caught a few curls of her bush to gently tug at her heavy lips. “We would have done you.”
She squirmed at how Tate’s pull made her give off a succulent sound and damn, if she didn’t want to hear it again. On a shaky breath, she argued, “No, you would not.” I was your fat little next-door neighbor. “I was your tutor.”
“We could have been yours,” Cord murmured. “I would have loved to initiate you.”
“Oh, Cord.” I’d have given you anything you wanted.
(Copyright 2009, Cerise DeLand)
Lia: HOT excerpt, Cerise!! I want to know more about Cord! Where can readers find your books?