Today's guest is the lovely, talented and icy Lily Harlem. Icy, you ask? Well, she writes a lot of hockey. And it's hard to make ice hot, it's a whole worlds-collide kind of thing, but damn if she doesn't make it work. Lily is another relatively new writer to me. I've just come in contact with her in recent years, but man is she super nice and wonderful to work with.
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Hello and welcome, I’m thrilled to be partying with my pal Sommer and happy, happy 9th birthday to her! She’s been writing fabulous erotic fiction for 9 years, and I know I for one have lost myself in her imagination — Boys Next Door being my most recent read of Sommer’s and if you haven’t indulged I highly recommend it.
I read as much as I write, and I tend to stay within my genre of erotic romance, it’s what I enjoy. I've pondered on the external benefits of reading steamy books — in other words not just the pleasure of immersing oneself in fantasy with raring-to-go hunks, but whether or not it actually improves individual's sex lives and spices up bedroom time.
Certainly I believe introducing eroticism into the bedroom in the form of literature can only be
I say this because I did a secret bit of research recently on a friend who was an unwitting guinea pig — she still is. She loves her man very much, they have been together for years, but she was finding that when it came to getting down and dirty it just wasn't happening for her, she wasn't up for it, the desire just not there - luckily she likes to talk, a lot, especially after a glass of wine which, by the way, is how I know all of this.
In a totally separate conversation we went on to chat about what books we were reading. At this point I confessed that I'd just re-read The Story of O and a saucy number from Kay Jaybee, Not Her Type. She however told me she was reading some awful zombie story. It was all horror, gore and suspense. I say awful because to me that sort of story is awful and certainly not my choice of bedtime reading. No, I like to snuggle down with heart-stoppingly gorgeous men and wonderfully romantic and sexy tales spinning around my head, not blood and guts spilling out all over the place that leave me wondering what every bump and bang in the house is at night. But that's just me.
Anyway, being a bit bossy, which I'm afraid I am, I told her that her reading material may well be the root of her libido problem. At which point she topped up our wine and said, "Go on." I pointed out that it was logical, if you're stressed as you go to sleep, wondering if that zombie is going to come and get you (doesn't help that she lives in a creepy old farmhouse that dates back two hundred years) then how are you going to feel in the mood for a bit of fun? For her this was like a revelation, for me it was common sense (told you I'm bossy!).
I set her a challenge to just read books I recommended for the next month to see if she would feel able to make the switch from fleecy pajamas to satin nightie.
All the time I was being very scientific — well, no, not really but there you go — and I started off with gentle romances with a bit of action and when she said how much she enjoyed them I upped the heat level. Giving her stories with much more graphic sex scenes and a sprinkle of kink. Before long she was texting me to say how much she was enjoying the books. In fact she was neglecting her daytime chores to read and getting through my paperback collection at a rate of knots.
Time to ply her with wine again...
Sure enough, she was soon telling me about the naughtiness her and hubby had been up to the night before, not loads of details but enough to make her blush and for me to know that my experiment had been a success. "I'm going to have to get a Kindle," she said. "So people can't see the covers of what I'm reading!"
So in conclusion I would say that yes, reading erotic novels of any heat level can increase your sex-drive. And one of the most poignant things my friend said was that as she was reading all of these books, thinking about the dashing heroes and the sex and emotions, was that actually, she had a hero of her own, lying right next to her, she just had to grab what was hers and make herself the star of her own erotic story.
PS – If the recent Winter Olympics in Sochi have you all a flutter and dreaming about sexy hockey players, then check out my Hot Ice series about those bad boys of the ice. There are six books to choose from and I’m going to be giving away the first three right here! Hired, Cross-Checked and Slap Shot.
Hard-core hockey heroes play to win whether they’re forcing opponents into submission or chasing down the women they want in their lives and their beds. Losing is not an option, failure not accepted. It’s just as well the ladies can handle the heat, because with that much testosterone around things always get deliciously dirty and sparks fly. But what red-blooded female could resist a badass athlete when steel-hard loyalty, a sprinkle of kink and a whole lot of satisfaction come guaranteed in each seriously sexy, honed-to-perfection package?