Wednesday, February 19, 2025

Adding to the impact


How important is setting in your books? Do you write settings that you've never visited, and how do you go about this, if so? Give an example or two of setting in your own work and say how these scenes enhance the plot or create mood.


by Dietrich

Setting is the story’s anchor. A rich setting draws the readers in, grounding them in a time and place by adding color and tone to the story. It lends scope and adds to the pace and plot as well. It can be motivation for conflict, and it can act like an obstacle or an influence on the characters. And there are times when setting feels like a character itself.

Writing about places I haven’t been or times in which I haven’t lived means I have to sift through a lot of research to convince the reader of the story’s credibility. I need to immerse myself in the time and place until it feels like I’m right there — and all before I start to write word one. On top of visual descriptions, I need to draw on the senses of sound, smell, touch and taste to round it out.

To give an example, here’s part of the opening from my current novel Crooked. The idea here is to set time, place and mood while keeping the pace of the scene rolling forward.

“Was born in Montreal,” the old man said, taking the mint leaf from his glass, laying it down and sipping the drink, loving the taste, waiting politely as Graham tried to signal the elusive waiter, calling out, “Hey, seƱor! Por favor.” Snapping his fingers.
“You’re not in Mexico,” the old man said. “Here they go by camarero, and try perdone. And no snapping. You do, and they just let you sit, taking offense to it.” The old man mimicked snapping his fingers, his arthritis ebbing this past week. He’d been in a light mood, the sleeping pills and painkillers getting him through most nights, helping him feel less like a relic in these changing times of test-tube babies, man landing on Mars, and music he couldn’t begin to understand, one broad singing about “Hot Stuff,” another screeching about “Bad Girls,” then a guy who sounds like an emphysema case asking, “Do you think I’m sexy?” Plain awful, nothing like Glenn Miller or Kate Smith, or Jeanette doing “Porque Te Vas,” the local stations playing that one to death. He just hoped the medication wouldn’t disagree too much with the drinks.
Willing to talk about his past — those long-ago times when he topped Hoover’s most-wanted list — to anyone willing to cover the cost of a few rounds. 

And here’s another example from my upcoming one, Dirty Little War — my main character’s impression upon arriving in 1920 Chicago for the first time, finding himself in an environment that feels like an antagonist at this point. I think the description lends a sense of authenticity and also give a sense of raised stakes.

Coming to town with less than ten bucks of his coming-north money left, enough to cover the rent for a couple of weeks, that is if he only ate once a day, this city having a way of scooping out a man’s pockets. 
The wind chased in off the lake and it bit to the bone, but it was pushing back some of the reek from the Union Stockyards, its fetid ditch where the meatpackers dumped the eyeballs and bones that couldn’t be stuffed into the ballpark franks, the bubbly sludge and sewage draining into the ugly river flowing its way through town. Recalling something the slumlord said about the river being the prettiest you’d ever see, a kaleidoscope of sight and smell: green at the sausage factory, blue at the soap factory, yellow at the tannery — a sight you wouldn’t trade for anything on earth. Taking his hand from holding his collar closed against the wind, Huck covered his mouth and nose, moving faster along the tracks, the scraggly blades of grass wagging between the ties.

Cover: Crooked: A Crime Novel by Dietrich Kalteis Dirty Little War: A Crime Novel

Tuesday, February 18, 2025

All Important Setting

 

Terry here with our question of the week- How important is setting in your books? Do you write settings that you’ve never visited, and how do you go about this, if so? Give an example or two of setting in your own work and say how these scenes enhance the plot or create mood. 


 I’m not sure even character is more important than setting. But by setting I don’t mean just location. I mean the weather, the physical elements of the scene, the atmosphere, and the response of the characters to all those things. Here’s a scene from An Unsettling Crime for Samuel Craddock:
“To my right the fenced-in property is strewn with equipment and leavings from the abandoned railroad tie plant that kept this town thriving when the railroads were big. Ties dark with creosote preservative lie scattered among knee-deep weeds. A few old railroad cars lie rusting alongside the fence. On the other side shacks are lined up close to one another. Most people who live here can’t afford paint, so the houses are whitewashed and weathered. They’re small, but mostly kept up, although a few lean as if they are tired of the effort to stay upright. Many have late season flowers blooming in the yards—zinnias and climbing roses. Several people are standing out on their porches, eyes trained in the direction of the woods toward the smoke.” 

 When you read this, if you aren’t thinking “bleak” and “poor people” then I haven’t done my job. I meant to invoke the smell of creosote—it’s pungent and unpleasant. I meant to imply that the town is no longer thriving. The word “abandoned” is deliberate. The railroad abandoned the town. No matter how poor they are, these people keep up their property, and here and there is a bright spot—flowers. 

But now there’s trouble. People are on their porches watching smoke rise through the trees.  Samuel Craddock is taking all this in as he speeds toward the fire. A terrible thing has happened, and this description is meant to enhance the sense of dread.

Jarrett Creek, the setting for my Samuel Craddock series, is based on the small town where my grandparents lived. The smell of creosote lingered in the air, especially on hot days. The town has many such areas as I described above, where the houses are kept up, but many are unpainted or listing to one side. In my Craddock books, I draw on my visceral memories of this town. In every book, I try to bring it to life. People write to tell me it could easily be their town. Does this mean I have been too generic in descriptions? I don’t think so. I think being specific triggers people’s memories. Even if they aren’t exactly the same, they are similar enough to create a strong sense of place. 

 But I also write about places I’ve never actually been. In my second Jessie Madison book, I write about a US FBI Search and Rescue Team diving off the coast of Lipari, an island north of Sicily in the Aeolian Islands.
“It was stunning. A rugged hill rose to the northeast with a citadel looking down on the town. There was a beach off to the west side of the port. …the sheer face of a cliff rose up, spanning this side of the island. It was beautiful and forbidding.” 

I’ve actually been to the Aeolian Islands. I’ve sailed around them and hiked up to the volcano. But I’ve never been diving there, because I’m not a diver. It scares me to death. So I wanted a site that was scary. 

 When I researched the actual site I chose, my search yielded sparse information. The site was deemed “extremely difficult and extremely hard to find.” The more research I did, the more I had the suspicion that no one wanted beginners or even intermediate divers to find the site, because it was dangerous. What a great spot to set my thriller! But it also meant I had to invent aspects of the site. I did so by reading about others sites in the area and extrapolating. I also spoke with some expert divers who told me what “difficult” and “dangerous” might mean. 

 So yes, I do use real places, but part of being a fiction writer is, well, the fiction part. Including using settings the way I want them to work—to enhance the action and to serve as a backdrop for the story. 

 I will leave you with one small, perfect illustration of the use of setting:

 “If you have never been outside a city at night when there is no moon, than you don’t know darkness. Without street lamps and neon and all the ambient glow in any town or city, night can be impenetrably black. Even a million stars won’t illuminate a path through the forest.” 

 This is what makes William Kent Krueger so readable. He knows how to use setting! In this passage from Sulfur Springs, you don’t need to be told that the character is entering “darkness”—both literally and figuratively. That’s how setting should be used.

Sunday, February 16, 2025

Setting the Mood

How important is setting in your books? Do you write settings that you’ve never visited, and how do you go about this, if so? Give an example or two of setting in your own work and say how these scenes enhance the plot or create mood.

Brenda here.

Setting is essentially another character, especially in crime fiction. In my case, I use the Canadian landscape as the backdrop for my stories, because I know it intimately. It's much easier to create mood and describe the locations if I've visited the place I'm describing, but on occasion, I've researched an area and written a scene without having visited. I use Google maps and Google earth, and look up websites and images to get the logistics correct. I've even had readers who live in some of these places write to tell me that I got it right -- most gratifying when that happens!

In my first novels, I made up towns set in real geographical locations, but in my three, later series, I've used real towns and cities. I take liberties with businesses or houses, but overall, I work to get the geography correct. Many readers say they love following along the streets and visiting places with my characters that they're already familiar with. I had an American reader actually travel to Kingston to visit the places in my Stonechild and Rouleau series - how great is that?!

I like to incorporate the setting into the storyline without writing long paragraphs of description. The images and choice of language enhance the mood that I'm working to create. Here are a few examples from my work:

"She looked around the darkened street at the layer of pristine snow glistening on the sidewalks and roadway like spun sugar in the light from the street lamps. Errant flakes drifted through the air in their lazy tumble to the earth." - Bleeding Darkness

"The route took me to the outskirts of the village, the road hugging the shoreline and winding slowly north. Luckily the plow had been around early and the road was passable. Only a few houses dotted this back road, small homes with smoke pouring out of the chimneys with wood stoves the main source of heat. If I opened the window and leaned out, the smell of wood smoke and pine would fill my nostrils like love letters from the past." - In Winter's Grip

"The utter darkness that only comes in the country had settled around Liam where he stood at the edge of the Petries' garden, looking up at the night sky. A few hours earlier, a fitful breeze had sprung up, helping to hasten the rain clouds on their way, and the stars glittered like fistfuls of sequins spread across a black canvas." - Fatal Harvest

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Thursday, February 13, 2025

*Insert Sex Scene Here* By Poppy Gee

 Love is in the air. How do you feel about writing sex scenes in crime fiction? Give a sample of your favourite love or romance scene from your own work and tell us your method for handling these relationships.



I hate writing sex scenes. They’re so embarrassing to write, especially since my sisters told me that whenever they read a sex scene in my books, they can’t help imagining I’m the character. That gives me writer's block.

In general, I feel like Australian writers are tentative in their approach to writing sexy sex scenes. In Australian films, for example, sex scenes are usually more comical than erotic. I struggle to think of an Australian movie where the sex scenes match the romance, seductiveness and alluring nature of those portrayed in American movies. 

I pinched the title for my blog post from a workshop run by bestselling author Alessandra Torre. The title *insert sex scene here* made me laugh because that’s what I do – I postpone the awkwardness.

In my debut novel Bay of Fires, the main characters are drunk the first time they have sex, and they do it in a guest house bedroom. It’s a rickety old bed and their enthusiasm makes the bed bang against the wall. They worry they’ll wake everyone up. I thought it was funny. I was also aware, as I wrote it, that I was taking the easy way out of writing the sex scene.

Feminist writer Kate Millett published Sexual Politics in 1969. The book was a sensation – it sold 80,000 copies and she was featured on the cover of Time Magazine. Millett talks about how the way that characters have sex, says something important about them and about the cultural politics and history of the time. She examined misogyny and rape in the novels of Norman Mailer, Henry Miller, D.H. Lawrence, drawing conclusions about what that says about patriarchal culture. A simple example of her theory, is how in the Victorian-era bodice rippers, the heroine is shy, reluctant, perhaps begging the hero to halt his seduction. He persists, and eventually she succumbs demurely to his efforts. The interaction reveals something interesting about feminine ideals in the nineteenth century.

Reading Sexual Politics was my writerly awakening. It showed me the potential that sex scenes offer a narrative. Of course, a good sex scene can simply be about the pure physicality of sex, but it’s interesting to consider what else it might do for your story.  

In my second novel, Vanishing Falls, my protagonist and her husband have a loving relationship, and their sex life is healthy, romantic and respectful. It was important to their character development to show this. Another character, Jack, a wealthy farmer and lawyer, visits a decrepit farmhouse where he pays to have sex with a woman while her husband watches on. And then there’s Cliff, a methamphetamine addict who watches porn in his back shed and fantasises about his wife’s best friend. When friends tells me they’ve gifted my book to a loved one, I think of these scenes and cringe. But these scenes do reveal something about wealth, class, and addiction in Tasmania. 

Patricia Highsmith writes sexual tension beautifully, without too much detail. May Cobbs writes fantastic lusty scenes. The sex scenes in Stone Cold Fox by Rachel Coller Croft are really fun and crucial to the plot. SA Cosby’s writes sexual interactions that are sharply atmospheric. Some of the most graphic sex scenes I’ve read in a crime novel are in the excellent novel My Absolute Darling by Gabriel Tallent. If I was critiquing sexual relationships in fiction, I’d include No Country For Old Men. The otherwise brilliant novel by Cormac McCarthy has Llewellyn Moss, aged 36, married to the 19-year-old Carla Jean. I loved that novel, but that relationship made me think the author was fantasising for himself. As a reader, you want to be lost in the story, not jarred out of it.

It's interesting that the raunchiest sex scenes in mainstream films, are often not in romantic movies, but in thrillers. This could be due to classification reasons. However, it also makes me think that I need to try harder with sex scenes. Maybe I don’t read enough of them. Feel free to recommend the best crime-fiction-sex-scene-depicting-books you’ve found...

Stayin' Jigless, by Catriona

Love is in the air. How do you feel about writing sex scenes in crime fiction? Give a sample of your favorite love or romance scene from your own work and tell us your method for handling these relationships.

I have written sex scenes. Four of them, to be precise. In the first one, the protagonist imagined her mother, retching with disgust, and she had to stop. The second sex scene was in the same book and this time the mother's image stayed away and the sex got completed but it was disappointing and left both feeling miserable. Third time lucky, a chapter later. It was satisfactory for the two characters and I don't think it was too bad as far as writing went either - the floweriest image was "a flooding sort of feeling like dipping ink in water", then one of them made a noise like a camping kettle, the kid woke up in the next room, and my heroine got the giggles.

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The other sex scene was in a different book and the first person protagonist was leaning on the frame of the bedroom door, watching her husband's bottom, thinking it looked like a small animal chewing something bouncy, and preparing a killer line to deliver to whoever that was whose pedicured feet were waggling in the air. In the end she went with "Ta, love. I don't suppose you'd like to do my ironing for me as well while you're at it."

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I stand by these sex scenes. The marriage-ending one seemed like the funniest way to end a marriage and giving my heroine all that wise-cracking dialogue was pure wish fulfillment. I've never come home from a cancelled bookclub to witness this scene in real life but if I did I hope I wouldn't squander the dramatic potential by saying something dull.

The three sex scenes in the psycho-thriller were no less essential. And here's where I think sex in crime fiction can really earn its keep. It's a great place to hide clues. Second only to humour, sex scenes are the most ideal clue-cloakers. They appear to be there for other purposes, so you can smuggle pretty glaring stuff into the reader's brain without them noticing. 

Having said all that, my favourite love scene - hardly deserving of the description "sex scene", as you'll see - has nothing to do with the plot of the novel at all. But then this novel has as much love in it as it does crime. It's Gaudy Night, by Dorothy L Sayers, and it's one of the Peter and Harriet books where the murder intrudes onto their courtship, rather than the other way round. Poor old Dorothy; her husband was such a dud. I can forgive her writing Lord Peter and letting Harriet be happy.


They're in a punt on the Cam, Wimsey reading case notes and Harriet watching him. She considers "the flat setting and fine scroll-work of the ear", the "glitter of close-cropped hair where the neck muscles lifted to meet the head", "faint laughter lines", the "gleam of golden down on the cheekbone", the "wide spring of the nostril" a bit of sweat, a bit of sunburn, and she's just got to the "hollow above the points of the collar bone" when he looks up. 

She turns "instantly scarlet, as though she had been dipped in boiling water. Through the confusion of her darkened eyes and drumming ears some enormous bulk seemed to stoop over her. Then the mist cleared. His eyes were riveted on the manuscript again, but he breathed as though he had been running. So, thought Harriet, it has happened." 

So, thinks every reader who has been following them from Strong Poison, to Have His Carcase, to The Nine Tailors, despairing when Harriet disappears in The Five Red Herrings and Murder Must Advertise and just about ready to scream because it's p.281 of this book too . . . it has happened at bloody last!

Talk about a slow burn!

Cx

Wednesday, February 12, 2025

Sex? I'll pass. by Eric Beetner

 Love is in the air. How do you feel about writing sex scenes in crime fiction?


My books have quite a lot of action, violence, suspense. What they don’t have a lot of is sex or even romance, really. 

Not that I intentionally write chaste books, but it just sort of happened that way. Perhaps it stems from the one time I did try it and how I feel about it now. In an early novel I included a sex scene. I still stand by that it was true to the characters, advanced the plot and wasn’t extraneous or merely there for titillation. That said, when I look back on it now, it feels icky to me. I recently got rights back to that book and if I were to bring it out again, I would revisit that scene and maybe not cut it entirely, but rewrite it for sure. 

There is a very good chance that I simply wrote it poorly. As I’ve admitted, I don’t have much expertise in this area of writing. That includes reading. I don’t read a whole lot of stuff that has extended sex or deep romances. And I don’t mean smut or porn, but I’m not among the millions of reader who love so many of the epic fantasies that are huge right now. I’m not a Romance reader. I’m not the kind of reader who stops their scrolling when they see a book cover with a half naked model on the cover, male or female, and think “Oooh, tell me more”. But those readers exist in huge numbers. They want the steamy, the sexy, the bawdy. But they want it well written. (there’s a reason they give an award for worst sex scene in a book. It’s a minefield)  And there are hundreds of authors willing and eager to give it to them. Just not me.

I don’t consider myself prude. I’ve got no religious hangups about sex. I’m equally as uninterested in a same-sex scene and a straight scene. And yet, I don’t think it’s realistic to ignore sex entirely in books. It’s a part of life, therefore it should be a part of our characters. 

So maybe when I wrote my scene, and the later regretted it, I was just admitting this is not what I do well.

I avoid many things I know I don’t do well. I don’t write traditional Agatha Christie-type murder mysteries because I’m just not smart enough to reverse engineer a case and to use the sleight of hand on readers to make the solution anything less than obvious.

I don’t write about dragons and knights because I find it silly. I prefer the real world, but I’m glad those that want to delve into the fantastical have those options.

I don’t write about serial killers because they bore me and if an author is bored by their subject, then the reader will be as well.

So, I gave up writing about sex.

In my latest novel I do have a bit of an unrequited love. Or at least a what-could-have-been for two characters that stops short of actual romance because of the circumstances they’re both in. That ends up more Remains Of The Day than a hot, steamy romance. 

I mention it just so you know that I don’t ignore character’s feelings of love, or even lust. I wrote a whole book, The Year I Died Seven Times, about a man’s quest to get his girlfriend back and in my world, if knocking on death’s door seven times for a woman isn’t romance, then I don’t know what is. (that’s not the one with the sex scene if you’re wondering) 

So I’ve taken myself out of the game for writing about sex. Not that I won’t ever again. It if fits the story and it advances the plot, sex can tell us a lot about characters. Maybe I’ll practice a little first. Write some stuff and only show it to my wife. She’s already excellent at telling me if my attempts at sex are lousy.

Tuesday, February 11, 2025

A Time for Andirons


Love is in the air. How do you feel about writing sex scenes in crime fiction? Give a sample of your favorite love or romance scene from your own work and tell us your method for handling these relationships.

 

I don’t like writing sex scenes. Blame it on men are from Mars, and women are from Venus. Women baffle men, and men amuse and frustrate women. No wonder men like Harry Burns stared at the ceiling wondering how long he has to hold her before he can leave to clean his andirons. Confession: I didn’t know what andirons were when I first saw the movie When Harry Met Sally.  

            Men write sex scenes badly. John Irving has won the Bad Sex in Fiction Award several times. It’s an award for those godawful carnal howlers between the pages and for its gentle torment of the recipient. I’m convinced that location plays a part. James Frey received his award at the In & Out (Naval & Military) Club in St James’s Square, London, where 400 guests raised a toast to the winner.

            A writer is faced with two choices when it comes to writing sex.

            Write the physical, and get graphic, including all the squishy details, or write the emotional, which almost always sounds pretentious and unrealistic. In real life, the physical is often mumbles and fumbles and anxiety for both parties. I think this is why some men are self-deprecating about the bedroom. Again, I think of Harry Burns saying that his mother, disguised as an east German judge, awarded him a 5.5 for the dismount.

            Oh, and there are the descriptions. I’ll never forget Sylvia Plath describing her first time seeing bits in The Bell Jar. She described them as ‘turkey neck and turkey gizzards.’

Sex is powerful. I remember an interview with punk rocker Iggy Pop, where he described his first time. He says she was older than him, and did all ‘the work.’ What made me laugh, however, was how he described riding home…wait for it…on his bicycle, totally discombobulated, enough so that he was hit by a car, rolled off the engine and laid on the ground in the mist of post-coital daze.

           Call it puerile humor, but I hear the word ‘moist’ every time Sheldon Cooper in Big Bang says, ‘coitus.’ I think of Sir Thomas Beecham’s comparing a certain musical instrument to sex: “The sound of a harpsichord – two skeletons copulating on a tin roof in a thunderstorm.”

            As for sex in literature, there is a broad swath for quality across the centuries. No guy ever believed Letters to Penthouse were real, and I’m certain most young ladies know the reality of ‘relations’ is like Ray Romano trying every trick in the book to get seven seconds of dubious pleasure with his wife Debra; the inference is she could only dream of seven minutes in heaven. Life has its disappointments and funny moments, such as objects in the mirror are closer and smaller than they appear. I’ll say nothing about Sally’s deli scene.

What baffles me is readers don’t seem to mind awful violence, but not sex. Say ‘hell’ or ‘damn’ or put Mr. Whiskers in danger once in your manuscript, and the torches and pitchforks come out. Combine sex with religion, and especially with some profanity, the writer rides the rails to the land of one-star reviews. There is no clean way to write sex. I write sex in crime fiction, but I try not to make sex a crime.

Films from the Thirties helped me because there is plenty of subtext in dialog, and there are visuals to intimate sex and other adult behavior. Studios then had to tiptoe around the Hays Code, which stayed on the books until 1968. The fact that the Code existed implies Americans had sex on the brain. Abortion, gender fluidity, infidelity, prostitution, etc. were all there on the silver screen. We like to think we are hip, modern, and progressive.

We’re not. All we did was find new words for old behavior.

            In my noir landscapes, sex is often positive, recreational, or a means to leverage an advantage. In this excerpt from my Naming Game, Leslie, using the alias Maggie, and her future lover Vera talk about men; it’s assumed that society is stacked against women. There is a scene later where they visit a lesbian bar in West Hollywood. It’s 1951, but little has changed as to how people play to each other’s assumptions and fragile egos. Life is short, so have a laugh, enjoy yourself, and don’t forget your andirons in the morning.


“I’m not trying to down you or tell you what to do, Maggie. You’re your own woman. Do what you want. You’re young and you’re holding the deck of cards. Take it from me, you’re holding aces.”

“You’re not exactly retired,”

The coffee was ready and Vera poured.

“I might not be Miss Haversham, but I didn’t marry a Thalberg to secure my future.”

“You seem to do just fine.”

“All I’m saying, Maggie, is use men before they use you. Men talk. Learn to listen. Phillip is a talker. He doesn’t seem like it now but he’ll talk. He’s just a little shy boy. Mother him a little. The problem right now is you intimidate him.”

“I intimidate him?”

“Honey, you haven’t seen his other secretaries.”

“You think Phillip will open up more?”

“I do. Give it time. But be ready to be disappointed.”

“Disappointed?”

“Yep.” Vera stopped for a sip. Leslie did the same. The coffee was strong. “Phillip is like the winter weather report. You hear all the hype in the forecast. When the storm happens, all you get is a few inches that’ll leave you wondering if it was worth all the publicity.”


Sunday, February 9, 2025

The Love Scene by Angela Crook

 

 

 

Love is in the air. How do you feel about writing sex scenes in crime fiction?

 

As I sit here writing this blog, exactly one week ahead of Loveapalooza, aka Valentine Day, the lyrics from “The Love Scene,” an R&B classic, by the criminally underrated singer, Joe, is running through my mind on repeat.  “Let’s make a love scene,” he croons. Pleading with some lucky lady as he stares into the camera, sex beaming from his eyes. By the end of the song, I’m going to go out on a limb and say that most of his fans, (overwhelmingly female) are already bobbing their heads, wondering how do I sign up?

That’s the goal, right? When we sit down to write our characters into the bedroom, or any number of other places, we want the reader to come away feeling something of a little tingle. For me, this is one of the hardest jobs in writing. You would think that it wouldn’t be too much of an issue as a writer of dark thrillers, but oh, how wrong you would be.

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My debut novel, Hurt Mountain, tackled some of the darkest topics in writing –a serial killer, kidnapping, and children in danger. It was a lot, but the heart of the novel was the love story between my main characters, Olivia and Brandon, and their journey back to each other. So, yeah, sex had to happen.

In this instance, the sex was of the closed-door, fade-to-black variety, where we know sex has happened, but we get no details. Maybe that’s somewhat of a cheat, but for crime fiction, I like it that way. Mostly, because I want the visceral reaction to be saved for the crime portion of the novel. Love is grand, but murder is where the excitement is, am I right?  

So, a complete opposite from when I’m writing women’s fiction. Then I want more. More tongues, more hands in places we need not talk about here, every detail displayed right on the page for the reader to gobble up. And walk away wanting love, or sex, or both. Having said that, I’m still not in any danger of encroaching on erotica territory. But I do alright.

One of my favorite Hurt Mountain scenes to write was the reunion scene when Brandon and Olivia come together for the first time after many years of separation. That moment when Olivia asks Brandon back into her bed was the culmination of a subtle, quiet courtship that started in the beginning chapters of the book, where they come face to face. Brandon reaches out to her in a moment of protection but has to curb his instinct to put his arm around her waist where it once used to live. That was the beginning of the love scene that carried on in drips throughout the book until it reached its climax. Judging by the reviews, readers loved it.

So, I guess there is no wrong way to go for me. I can do aggressive, or I can do demure, but if I listen to my agent, Paula Munier, and I do, the love scene is a necessity.

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