Thursday, April 9, 2009

Love Scene Discussion Day 5 - Part 2

Because of the emails and posts I have received, I decided to add a second part to today's discussion. Apparently, this topic is not actually discussed openly very often. Really? You would think it would be a huge topic, especially for romance writers like me.

Okay, so I have toyed with the next topic and have actually written two other posts, but thought I would still ease you into this whole love scene thing. However, be aware that after today the next few exercises may "push your comfort zone." You have been forewarned. :-)

Day 5 - Part 2: Let's talk about talk, dialogue.


Huh? Talk during a love scene? "No way. Isn't it all rustling sheets and heavy breathing?"

What about laughing? "You want my characters to laugh while making love?"


Just don't let your heroine laugh at the wrong time in the scene. That could cause shrinkage. ew!


Be honest. Haven't you laughed while in the act? Or talked about something with your partner while you are flowing with the motion in the waterbed?


Dialogue in sex can be useful. Use it to reveal information about your characters. Too much talking can get your characters in trouble with each other. It creates conflict between the characters or clues the reader in on the conflict between them. Talking during sex may reveal the characters attitudes toward sex and sexuality. Heck, tell a joke to lighten the mood.


Exercise: Write a love scene that uses dialogue while in the act.

Have fun! Can't wait to see what you write. I'll write the recap later today.

4 comments:

Ceri Hebert April 10, 2009 at 9:51 AM  

Okay, here ya go!
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“But I’m still angry,” he told her and let his hands wander further up until they stroked the smooth underside of her breasts.

Jaycie’s eyelids fluttered as he ran his thumbs across her nipples, admiring the way the dusky peaks tightened into tight, generous pearls. Such voluptuous breasts, he thought.

She looked back down at him. “Angry?” Then she closed her eyes completely. A little gasp escaped her lips.

“Mmm. Fire.”

“The horse?”

Craig chuckled. He was enjoying this.

“Mmm.” Now he let his hands slowly glide down her sides.

Jaycie opened her eyes again and gazed down at him. “Why?”

He ran a finger softly over the vivid bruise on her leg.

“I’ll never do it again,” she murmured.

His hands returned to their exploration.

“I know you won’t. Or maybe you’ll be too tempted to wait.”

Her eyes opened wider. There was heat in those blue depths. Her gaze could set him ablaze. So could the smile that curled one corner of her provocative lips and the way one arched brow rose a little higher than the other.

His hands slid back up to cup her breasts and she arched her back into his touch. She drew in a long, jagged breath. Still, she didn’t look away from him.

“Maybe,” she admitted. “But I’m a grown woman and I’ve trained my share of bad ass horses before.”
Her hands reached behind her and feathered a touch against his thighs.

God, he thought in tortured pleasure. How in the world was he going to be able to look at her anymore and not remember this moment?

“That was before I came back to South Dakota,” he ground out.

The stroke of her hands became bolder, as bold as her hot blue gaze. “What does that have to do with anything? I’m a good trainer.”

“Oh, I have no doubt darling, but before I wasn’t worrying about you. Now I am.”

Jaycie leaned forward and pressed her lips against his, nipping at them gently. “You don’t think I can manage?”

How much longer could this go on, having this argument while her body pinned him against the mattress, pressing against his very potent and ready arousal. How could she argue at a moment like this? But the spark in her eyes as she pulled back was enough to ensure him she knew exactly what she was doing. Every motion was deliberate and she carried them out with finesse.

“Oh, I’m sure you can manage, but not without someone around to lend a hand.”

His fingers wandered down her belly, so soft and flat. Lower until he found her hot, sweet center.

Again she pulled in a sharp, rough breath and her fists balled.

“Tell me you’re not going to work with that horse when you’re alone.” His fingers danced lightly against her moist flesh.

“You’re mean,” she replied, her voice raspy and as soft as a breeze.

“Tell me.”

She didn’t reply. Instead she took hold of his hand, lifted herself up and lowered herself onto his rigid shaft.

Any control he had thought he had was gone with the way her body enveloped his. All that mattered was the steady, strong rise and fall of her hips above his, the feel of her skin under his hands as he continued what they’d started.

Denise April 10, 2009 at 10:19 AM  

Ceri -

Now that's a love scene with dialogue!

I liked that it really gave us a sense of where they were and their relationship with one another.

Truly nice job!
D

Ceri Hebert April 10, 2009 at 10:24 AM  

Thanks Denise. This is from the manuscript Samhain has, the sequel to Sweet Forever.

Denise April 10, 2009 at 11:20 AM  

Ceri -

They have to want it. Fingers crossed.

D

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