Contest!!! Ann’s giving 3 LCBs a copy each of her hot new novel, “Risk!”
I e-met Ann Christopher when she sent me her debut novel, "Trouble," and instantly became a fan of the book, and the woman. She's kind and smart -- and pretty, too -- and a Bella , to boot! Ann's hot new novel, "Risk," is out, and she's here to celebrate it by bringing to light a topic lots of romance fans are afraid to discuss, for fear, I think of the Veddy Serious Litooratour Police taking away our Serious Nerd Girl cards. Please, give Ann a warm Bella buongiorno, and prepare for things to heat up from there...
Sex scenes in love stories are very important, IMHO. I don’t feel like I can truly get to know a couple, and gauge their chances for everlasting happiness, if the bedroom door is slammed in my face and the consummation takes place without my supervision. That just feels … incomplete. Unsatisfying. Lots of readers, I think, feel the same way.
So when it came time to write the first love scene in my current book, Risk, I knew I had to turn up the heat and pull out all the stops. Justus the bad boy and Angela the control freak have been battling for custody of their orphaned niece. They felt a fierce attraction when they first met ten years ago, and that passion has simmered, grown, and has to explode. Knowing these things about these characters, I knew that their first love scene would be quick and hot, that they probably wouldn’t make it to a bedroom, and that they probably wouldn’t get all their clothes off. And guess what? They didn’t. But Justus and Angela, and, by extension, the reader, have the, ah, satisfaction of burning off all that tension together. What could be better?
This brings me to my topic for the day. I’ve read many of the classic love stories—Rebecca, Wuthering Heights, and Sense & Sensibility, for example--and I can’t think of any offhand that contain an explicit love scene. When I reread them now, after many years as a romance reader, I still find them wonderful, of course, but a little … frustrating. Unfinished, even. As though an essential ingredient is missing. So here’s my question: if I could pull out a magic wand and wave it around, should we add sex scenes to the classics? In other words, should we sexify their love?
I can’t be the only one who’s ever wondered what happened in the bedroom that night Rhett carried Scarlett up the stairs. They’d been drinking, they were both angry, he wanted to humiliate her, and Scarlett woke up the next morning all warm and tingly. What the hell happened before the sun came up? Why didn’t Margaret Mitchell tell us?
What about Darcy and Elizabeth? What was their wedding night like? Or
So how about it? Are the classics fine without the sex, or should we wave that wand and add it in? Am I talking sacrilege? Would this be a truly bad idea, like colorizing movie classics? If we should wave the wand, which love scenes between which classic lovers would you most like to see? Don’t be shy. I’m giving away 3 copies of Risk to commenters today.
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