I adore Pam’s “Almost a Gentleman,” and her writing is top-shelf. She also creates some of the best erotic scenes in the biz, ones which are honest and genuinely arousing.
But some writers' love scenes contain lots of euphemism, some of which reads shockingly purple in or out of context.
Yet I and lots of the romance lovers I know still love and appreciate the books, because they’re emotionally-charged and make the heart ache in a delicious, over-the-top way that only a skilled writer can accomplish.
So, read this excerpt from “A Perfect Bride,” by Samantha James -- a book on my keeper shelf, btw, then answer the question below:
Her body yielded. With his thumb he circled her secret pleasure button. His finger sank deeper, gliding, stroking, gently stretching. Sweat beaded his upper lip. He ached with the need to exchange his finger with his rod. Not yet, he cautioned himself. Could she take more? He wondered wildly.
She could…and did…
He nudged her cleft, feeling her sleek, wet passage stretch to accept him…
For despite his most stringent preparations, her frail barrier of innocence barred him entrance. And though he wanted his possession to be slow and unhurried and careful, the feel of her silken channel clasped tight around his surging helm tempted him past bearing. Knowing he was first, that not other man had touched her like this, sent a raw, primitive rush shooting through his veins.
His eyes squeezed shut. Blindly he thrust…
Purple Prose or Crack for Smart Chicks?
What's the place of euphemistic, florid writing in romance?
Does only realism count in romance?