By LM Pruitt
I fell from the Talmadge Bridge the week before I turned thirty.
I was given a choice: Go to Heaven. Go back to my life in Savannah. Or spend eternity fighting evil under the direction of the archangels.
I chose the demons--and the angels.
I chose the Winged.
Okay, it's no secret that I really like hot men in my stories, but even more than that I like strong females that aren't afraid to stand up for themselves and what they believe in. Although she doesn't start out that way, that is exactly how things turn out for Joanne. With a few plot twists, several smart ass comments, some major screw ups that our heroine is forced to learn from this makes for a really good book. When you add in the amazingly hot sex you have a great book.
5 stars for me.
Now for a few (not for everyone) words from our author:
Romantic vs. Erotic Sex
I’ve mentioned before that I grew up reading romance novels. When I was younger, it was Harlequin and other serial type of lines. As I matured, my reading material matured as well—I started reading authors such as Jane Feather, Bertrice Small, Virginia Henley. Eventually, I found authors such as Emma Holly and Karen Tabke.
I think I can safely say this progression in my reading materials is how I discovered the different kinds of sex.
I’m not saying “different kinds” as in heterosexual vs. homosexual, vanilla vs. kinky and so on and so forth. I mean romantic sex as opposed to erotic sex. And yes—there is a difference.
A lot of that difference comes from language. Romantic sex tends to rely on euphemisms—manhood, quivering flesh, wet heat. There’s a conscious effort to hide the more graphic details of the basic act of sex, as if the people reading the words are going to be shocked and appalled. And while you may find it silly that someone would be appalled by the language of sex, it’s not too far-flung a thought. Throughout history, language has been something that has torn people and countries apart as often as it drew them together.
I remember the first time I read the word cunt in a book. I don’t think I dropped it in surprise but I’m pretty sure I did stare at it in shock. Like most people, I’d been taught that “the c-word” was not one used in polite conversation. It definitely wasn’t used in proper books. And yet—there it was. Just sitting on the page, mocking me.
And you know what? It was probably one of the hottest sex scenes I’d read—at least at that point In my life.
Since that, I’ve read plenty of other works with words that aren’t supposed to be used in polite conversation—pussy, cock, dick… I trust you’re getting the point. There’s an honesty in those words that somehow ramps up the heat factor. At least for me.
I don’t want you to think I’m advocating one type of book over the other. I’m not, not by any means. As much as I love reading erotic sex, I find it difficult to write. Even the most graphic of my works, TAKEN: A FRANKIE POST NOVEL, still falls back on the occasional euphemism. Some of that is simply keeping in line with character voice. Some of that is the simple fact I’m too embarrassed to write it. Blame it on my sheltered upbringing or my own religious background but there’s the simple truth.
As long as you’re enjoying yourself, there is no wrong kind of sex.
Even if it makes you blush.
L.M. Pruitt has been reading and writing for as long as she can remember. A native of Florida with a love of New Orleans, she has the uncanny ability to find humor in most things and would probably kill a plastic plant. She is the author of the best-selling Jude Magdalyn series, the Moon Rising series, and the Frankie Post series. She is currently at work on the next Jude Magdalyn book, Shades of Blood. She makes her home in Florida with one two cats—one smart, the other an idiot.
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