How defiant do you want to see your heroines?
Limp-wristed or Kickass heroines?
This is a little like the question you get at that well-known fast-food chain when you buy a burger – would you like a kick-ass heroine with that? In dark erotic romances (even if the romance is a little one-sided) you often have a story where the angst revolves around the man forcibly convincing her that he’s the yang to her ying. If she comes up short in the feistiness and kick-him-in-the crotch department…where’s the story?
Like they say about most books – it’s not the ending that matters so much as the journey.
We often know, or have a fair idea, as to how these stories will end, but seeing that change in her as no becomes yes or maybe or sometimes just my life with this man has a lot of pluses compared to my old one and I really do fancy him and his muscles/ motorbike/ helicopter…all of that is why we read these. Plus the odd plot twist that surprises us…and the smoking hot sex.
Nevertheless, there may be limits as to kickassedness. If she’s too good at kung fu or taking out hordes of crack-crazed criminals with a shotgun, it does get a little difficult for the man to hogtie her and sit on her. Balance is always necessary. Either that or the author has to supply him with a ton of smarts and some great luck. Sometimes this manifests as him going oh look at the pretty sunset while he locks on the handcuffs.
I started thinking about this when someone told me they loved that Jazmine in Seize Me from Darkness wasn’t limp and emotionally frail. I hadn’t even considered her as kick ass. But in a way she is. Just not in the I can kill a hundred enemies with my pinkie finger way. It made me wonder how defiant people want their heroines in these books. If my story wasn’t set in the everyday world, I could add in a very tough heroine. But then I think a bit deeper and realize that a lot of the buzz I get from reading or writing these is because they’re based on the real world.
I think most readers like these dark erotic books with a high quota of ‘real’, which means most heroines won’t be taking out terrorists with machine guns. But am I wrong?
When others are writing bad men doing bad things you may find her writing good men who accidentally on purpose fall into the abyss and come out with their morals twisted in knots.
This might be because she comes from the land down under, Australia, or it could be her excessive consumption of wine.
Freaking out readers is her first love and her second love is freaking out the people living in her books. Her favorite hobby is convincing people she has a basement…though she really doesn’t. Promise. If it existed it would be a terrifying place where you would find all the dangerous things that you never knew you craved.
Own me Until Forever, Book 5 in the Pierced Hearts series, will be out late 2014
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by Cari Silverwood
(Pierced Hearts #4) – Can be read as a STANDALONE!
Publication date: September 23rd 2014
Genres: Erotica, Romance
This book is part of a dark erotic fiction series and may disturb some readers.
In this dirty, bloody world we live in, the answers to prayers aren’t always pretty angels.
Retaken by human traffickers, Jazmine’s one hope is ex-cop, ex-mercenary, Pieter, a man with a glower that stops lesser men in their tracks.
She prays he can save her.
But this savior is far from perfect and his flaws may prove as devastating to Jazmine as the torture of her captors.
The fire of dominance never dies.
There were days I wanted to be so close with Pieter that our skin would merge. He was big, powerful, a rock of serenity in the middle of this mad place. Then there were days I’d look at him and remember what he’d done, how good he was at killing, and I’d recognize my previous foolishness.
He didn’t understand how most every little thing he told me about himself was reinforcing my fear of him.
I didn’t understand why he could nevertheless make me catch my breath when he stripped off for a shower. Or like now, when he’d looked at me through those dangling untidy dark locks while doing push-ups. With his… fucking shirt off. Swallow thy tongue. The little octopus on the back of his shoulder gleamed and writhed as his muscles slid.
Yep. He affected me not at all. Trying not to look hot and flushed, I shifted my legs and stared at the paintwork instead.
Pieter was my own private tiger and I was locked in the cage with him.
Drooling at men wasn’t new. Having a thrill run through me at the potential for a man to grab me and do something unexpected to me – that was new.