Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Guest Author Post: Friends to Lovers by Serenity Woods

One of the most important scenes in a romance novel is the first time the hero and heroine make it to the bedroom. In racier romances, the consummation of what’s often a long and/or torturous build up to sex usually marks the start of their real relationship rather than the end. It’s sometimes a difficult scene to get right as not only does the writer have to make the scene sexy enough to convince the reader it’s worth reading on, but it has to hold the promise of the emotional rollercoaster ride to come.

In many ways, a friends to lovers story makes writing this initial sex scene easier, because the hero and heroine already have a sound emotional relationship on which to build their physical one. And yet it can still be difficult to get that jump from friend to lover right, to instil a sexy atmosphere where once only platonic feelings existed—or at least appeared to exist on the surface.

Hopefully my new release from Lyrical Press, Mr.  Insatiable, does the trick. This is a sexy but also sweet story about two old friends who finally get together one night at a wedding, setting off a chain reaction of events they are powerless to stop. Kit Fawkes is the best mate of Enya’s brother and he’s always considered her out of bounds, even though he’s fancied her since the first time he saw her in a bikini aged seventeen. But when she confides to him that because she was once assaulted, she’s worried she’s never going to find a man with whom she can relax in bed enough to really enjoy herself, Kit decides he’s going to prove to her just how attractive and sexy she is. For one night only, of course. But he’s forgotten that they’re going away to China soon, and the forced proximity is too much for him to resist…

With a hero who’s a sexy, slightly kinky pyrotechnician (fireworks expert) and a heroine who’s a tea expert, Mr. Insatiable follows Enya’s hot and steamy sexual adventures as the two of them fall deeply in love. I have to confess I’m not a pyrotechnician or a tea drinker, but I loved researching both of these professions, and I have been to China, which is something!

Here’s a snippet of the scene leading up to the first time they finally get naked together to whet your appetite…

This was almost the last point she could stop, she realized. Any further, and she’d be naked in his arms. She rested her hands on top of his, suddenly hesitant, her body tensing.

Was this what she wanted? What if it wasn’t any different with him? If he couldn’t help her relax? What if she had to fake an orgasm with him so he didn’t feel bad? Would he be able to tell?

He kissed her shoulder. Then her neck, planting soft, light kisses up to her ear. Removing his hands from beneath hers, he investigated the clips holding up the last remnants of her hairstyle and gradually took them out, one by one, tossing them onto the pile of clothes.

“You like my hair, don’t you?” she said, touched by the gentleness of his hands.

“I do.” He removed the final clip and let her hair tumble around his fingers, spreading the curls around her shoulders. “It’s like fire. And it always smells nice.”

She smiled. “When have you ever smelled my hair?”

“I do it every time I kiss you on the top of your head. Have you never noticed?”

She laughed. “No.”

He brushed his fingers down her arms as he nuzzled her ear again. “I admire you in a hundred different ways every day, Enya O’Donnell, my naive little Celt. You think today is the first day I’ve noticed how sexy you are?” He brought his hands back up to rest on her shoulders.

She tingled all over. He thought she was sexy. Her emotions whirled with a strange mixture of old familiarity and new sensuality--she knew him so well, and yet, at that moment, she didn’t know him at all, and it made her tense.

He kissed her hair. “Do you remember the time you came to our house wearing that bright green bikini? You were seventeen, I think.”

She smiled at the memory. “Yes. You were sitting on the deck, looking cool with your shades on. You refused to go swimming with me.”

“That’s because I had such an incredible hard-on, I couldn’t get up for about half an hour.”

She started to laugh. “I did not know that.”

“Oh... I have plenty of those sorts of stories.”

She knew what he was doing--reminding her of their long past, that they’d been friends for what seemed like forever. She loved him, trusted him implicitly. And with that thought, the last of her mental barriers fell away.
She let him push the dress off her shoulders, and it slipped to the floor in a rustle of satin.


 Bio: Serenity Woods lives in the sub-tropical Northland of New Zealand with her wonderful husband and gorgeous teenage son. She writes fun, flirty, and sexy romances in a variety of romantic sub-genres. She’s won several writing competitions and is a member of the Romance Writers of New Zealand. She would much rather immerse herself in reading or writing romance than do the dusting and ironing, which is why it’s not a great idea to pop round if you have any allergies. You can check out all her books at 


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