So, I’m writing again.
Working on my Berkley book, which is for the Heat line, which is lots and lots and lots of sex.
Okay, so the plot of this book is predominantly about the sexual adventures of three women.
Hence, lots and lots and lots of sex.
The first story in this trilogy is a menage with one of the women and two men (woo hoo! lucky girl *g*).
Now, writing menage sex scenes, as I told several of my friends, is a lot like the Hokey Pokey song with genitalia. Confusing as hell as to which body part goes where. Menage is NOT easy choreography. Imagine the song, then imagine the body parts. Yuh huh. You get where I’m going with this.
You put his – – – – here, and his – – – – there, and her – – – – – there and you shake them all about, you do the hokey pokey and you – – – – – – around, that’s what it’s all about.
And don’t blame me if the damn Hokey Pokey song is stuck in your head the rest of the day. It’s been in my head for a week now, and I just love to share.