When a virgin stars in your sex scene...





How do you handle a love scene when your heroine is a virgin? After all a woman’s chastity is a sacred thing and a girl’s first time is supposed to be special. It isn’t always, of course, but you can sure as hell bet it will be in a romance novel. The hero will take extra care with the de-flowering process. That is, unless the virgin in question is the sexual aggressor. Sharing an excerpt from my novel, The Devil Duke. Its sequel is soon to be released, The Demon Duchess...check it out!


EXCERPT FROM THE DEVIL DUKE:
He stalked toward her, wagging a finger. “You tricked me, you devious minx. You snuck into my room and crawled into my bed and you’re a bloody virgin.”
She had the audacity to laugh in his face. “God, get over it.”
The Duke completely lost his cool. The veins in his neck stood out as he raised his voice. “Do you have any idea what you are doing to me! You will drive me insane!”
“I don’t want to be a virgin anymore, okay!” she shouted back at him.
His hands curled into fists against his scalp. “You don’t know what you’re asking of me.”
“Come on, I’ll even wear knee socks if you want.”
The image blazed wantonly in his brain. “You mustn’t say things like that. I’m trying very hard not to get carried away, Isabel.”
“I want you to get carried away.”
“I’m trying to do bloody right by you, can’t you see that?  I don’t want you to end up getting hurt.”
She shook her tiny fist at him. “You’re the one who is going to get hurt if you don’t do this for me. I’ll kill you! I’m serious!”
He drew back in bewilderment. “You want it that badly, do you? What’s gotten into you?”
“You have!”
“Not bloody yet I haven’t!”
She swallowed hard and he did too.
“Look, I know I’m not beautiful like the Baroness, but you said you liked me and you called my backside inspirational.”
“I was drunk,” he backpedaled weakly. “Wasn’t I?”
“Oh yeah, it was your champagne allergy talking, right?”
“Yes, that’s quite right.”
She stamped her tiny foot in frustration. “It’s not fair! You’ll have meaningless sex with all those other chicks, why won’t you have it with me?”
“You deserve better, especially for your first time.”
“It won’t be meaningless to me. I’m totally crazy about you.”
“You shouldn’t be crazy about me, Isabel. I’m the worst sort of fellow—really I am.”
“I don’t care.”
“Go back to bed like a good girl.”
“I don’t wanna be a good girl. I tried to sleep, I can’t.”
“Try harder. Count bloody lambs for God’s sake.”
“Don’t you mean sheep? Stop being such a fuddy duddy.”
“A man of my age rolling around with a…a…”
“Don’t friggin’ say it,” she warned.
“It’s just not right.”
“What’s right about this crazy world anyway—nothing—that’s what. I mean here I am in a hotel room with you.”
“You are so very young. I mean …you’re one year shy of being a teenager.” He gave her a worried glance. “It would appear I’m a weirdo pervert, after all.”
She came toward him like a tiny panther stalking its prey. “I don’t mind that you’re a weirdo pervert. In fact, I kinda like it. And it’s good that you’re so much older. You can show me how to do dirty stuff.”
The Duke cowered against an arm chair, holding his hands up to protect himself from her advance. “Kindly remove yourself from my suite. I mean it—I’ll call the front desk.”
“And say what? You have a five foot ninety pound rapist in your room?”
“Bloody hell—you only weigh ninety pounds?”
“Well, I guess I weigh a hundred pounds since I got on the scones. Anyway, I don’t wanna talk about scones, I wanna have sex.”
He shook his head. “I’ll break you into a million pieces like a little china doll. I’m not taking bloody Thumbelina to bed, do you hear me?”
She threw up her hands in annoyance. “You’re the one acting like a virgin! God!”


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