Hey there, Fam!
I just realized something about myself. I think I'm INCAPABLE of writing a book without any spice in it.
Sorry. Not sorry.
So, as many of you know, I got started as a writer writing
scorching hot erotic romances. In fact, if you're new here or if you haven't downloaded your free copy of my spicy short romance,
Objection Overruled,
CLICK HERE TO GET YOUR COPY. After you read it, email me and let me know what you think at hello@elisabethroseland.com.
Anyway, so back to my problem. I've got one of those brains that just likes my characters to get together and get to doin' what grown folks do, so when I tried my hand at writing a fantasy, of course, the spicy writer in me came along.
So here are some of the spicy micro tropes you'll find in A Deviant Beginning:
🌶️Possessive MMC
🌶️Touch her and die
🌶️Femme X Femme
🌶️One bed/three bodies
🌶️He f u c k s her to tears (the GOOD kind)
🌶️Too much alcohol. So much fun.
🌶️Dirty talk over the phone
🌶️Using electricity to make her 💦
Yeah, there's all that and more in this book. 😏 How about a little taste of that last one:
Excerpt from chapter nine
The sex that night was unbelievable. Normally emotionally cautious and reserved, Kathryn finally felt free to let go and be who she really was—passionate, giving, enthusiastic, open. Charge responded in kind, matching each of her probing kisses, caressing her lovingly, and seeking to make every move and every touch pleasurable. Kathryn felt herself inching closer and closer to orgasm when that familiar tingling sensation began in her midsection and flowed warmly down to her toes and up to her head.
Her eyes snapped open in realization. “YOU are doing that.”
Charge’s face was inches from hers; he smiled slowly as he kissed her lightly on her neck. “It’s about time you figured that one out,” he whispered.
Kathryn groaned with pleasure. “You’re an asshole for not telling me.” She gasped.
He laughed his deep, sensual laugh. “I almost did, once,” he admitted. “But you weren’t ready to hear the truth.” He ran his soft hand down her body, and the unique, electric warmth emanated from it.
“Mm . . . Charge,” she whispered. “The perfect nickname. Let me see you do it.” She could barely get the words out as her body involuntarily responded to Charge’s electrifying touch.
“Okay.” Charge kissed her lips softly. “Watch.” He held his hand a few inches from her chest. In an instant, a network of static electricity appeared, flashing as it danced between his hand and her body. Kathryn relished its erotic warmth. It sent sparks of pleasure traveling from her head to her toes. She arched her back, and her eyes rolled back in her head. It felt so good she was unable to speak; all she could do was sigh.
