Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Jane Beckenham: What gets me in the mood to write a love scene?

Question: What gets me in the mood to write a love scene?

Answer: I think I really have to know my characters first, but most importantly, know my hero, how he thinks, really get into his skin. I love writing heroes, love that they are so complicated. Love their love language. By that I don’t mean specifically what they say during sex, but how they perceive love, how different that is from a their heroine’s perception of what is love and how they want to be loved.

Music will play a small part in getting me in the mood, but mostly it’s just shutting my eyes, imagining my hero, what he’s doing, thinking, saying, feeling, and being him, being in the moment. Such a lovely feeling. What I try for is sensuality, rather than wham bam sex, but then, wham bam, can be fun too. (~Jane Beckenham, author of NO SEX NECESSARY)


Author: Jane Beckenham


ISBN: 978-1-60435-115-6

ISBN: 1-60435-115-2

Release date: May 22 2008

Heat Rating – Very Sensual

Cole grinned with unhidden delight.

“I want to touch you,” she said. Tara watched him, aware of the molten heat radiating from him…to her. Her husband was on fire for her. A secretive smile tugged at her kissed mouth. Good! “All over,” she reiterated. “It’s my turn, husband.” She offered him a mischievous smile, surprised and elated at her lack of inhibition.

It was a first. But then, the feelings and emotions she felt at this moment too were a first. Nothing in her life could equal this.

Cole dropped his hands to his sides as if offering himself to her. The golden glints in his eyes darkened to a deep and lustrous amber. “Be my guest.”

Tara almost purred. “I feel like the cat who’s got the cream.”

“Then lick me.”

Oh, dear God. Taken aback by his request, she hesitated, but one look into his eyes and seeing the raw and blatant desire, candid and inviting, she could resist no longer and did exactly that.

Resting her hands on his chest, the wiry texture of the hair an abrasive aphrodisiac on the tips of her fingers, she trailed her tongue across his chest with slow, definitive strokes.

His body jerked, sparking a renewed fear coiling in her gut. She lifted her gaze from beneath the shadow of her heavy lashes and looked up at him with uncertainty. Had she gone too far? Disappointed him?

Not that. Never that. Please. Heat turned to ice and she pulled back abruptly.

“Baby, don’t stop,” Cole groaned through gritted teeth. His fingers gripped her shoulders, edging her closer. Sweat beaded his brow, every muscle in his face stretched taut with barely controlled tension. For one second, then another, Tara did nothing. She simply looked at him. Really looked.

He was…beautiful. Powerful and strong. And he wanted her. His arousal spoke a silent plea. Screamed it. Just as did the raging need escalating within her, craving release.

Elated with the knowledge she was able to arouse him, Tara brush her fingertips over his chest before she began to dot kisses down his torso.

Cole clasped her head with gentle hands, tilting her head so that she gazed into his heated expression. “If you continue, I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself.”

“Who said I want you to?” she countered with a teasing smile.

A deep and rumbling laughter spilled from Cole’s throat. “Woman, you’ll pay.” He pulled her up, her body brushing against him.

She offered him a cheeky grin, flicking her damp hair away from her face. “I hope so.” And gave him a wink.

Who was she? Who was this person she offered to Cole?”

Tara couldn’t help but be amazed at her behavior. It enveloped her in a deep sense of satisfaction. She couldn’t remember such sense of being provocative and assertive as she did now, wanting so much to be united, aroused beyond return. And believing she could give, and take.

Cole took charge. In quick succession, he snapped the faucet off, taking them both from the shower and wrapping her in a huge, fluffy white bath sheet, before, once more, lifting her in his arms and carrying her toward the bed.

With a tenderness she still found surprising in a man as hard-nosed as he was in business, he laid her down on the bed. He knelt beside her and used the towel to pat her dry.

“You’re beautiful Mrs. Charteris. A sexy seductress, exotic, glorious…” Cole’s words trailed off as his lips sought hers with a fierceness that sucked all the air from her lungs.

Heaven had arrived.

He moved onto the bed, edging his hard body over hers and Tara found herself swept up by desire, kiss after kiss rousing her to the edge, and beyond. Her legs parted and he slipped in between them.

“Perfect,” he rasped in her ear. “Just as if we’re made for one another.”

Made for one another.

It was Tara’s last coherent thought as Cole united them and the escalating excitement of their joined bodies overtook.

Tara’s senses took over. Her legs wrapped round him, locking him to her, willing him to deepen his thrusts. She rose up to meet them, joyously reveling in the epitome of pleasure and as their union escalated, the ecstasy culminating in a rhythmic explosion, so intense, Tara couldn’t speak, couldn’t think. She could only feel.

This wasn’t sex.

For Tara, this was making love, beautiful, erotic and fulfilling love.

Happy reading

Jane Beckenham

Love, honor and romance at the turning of a page.

1 comment:

Jane Beckenham said...

Very appropriate timing Eve given that tomorrow I head off to the New Zealand Romance Writer’s conference and will be thinking about all that goes into a good book!