With: Veronica Forand
My new novel “London Calling” has two strong protagonists. Both young, beautiful, and armed. Completely attracted to each other. Yet not once in the book do they have sex. It was impossible. They just met. They were fighting. One was kidnapped. One was in prison. Life happened.
I tried to make it happen. A little creative license, as I used making advanced tattoos that could be put on and taken off easier than anything available in reality, could have helped these two find some time to get closer in the most intimate way, but no matter what situation I came up with, it didn’t work.
First, they just met. It was way too soon to strip down for each other.
Second, he, sort of, kidnaps her the first time he meets her. The power dynamics were way off.
Third, they don’t trust each other. For a long, long time.
Instead, they both work independently to find her father. They’re competent on their own, but when they join together, they manage the impossible together. Along the way, trust forms, the power balances, and they really get to know each other.
Ultimately, this book turned into a thriller with a romance woven into the plot. They stand on their own, but know they’re destined for each other. I’ll leave the sex for your imagination, or the next book in the series!
Her breathing calmed as they sat together, which eased the storm surrounding him.
He shut his eyes, resting in the warmth of their touch. He could imagine kissing her. His fingers threading through her long silky hair, her lips tasting sweeter than the finest chocolate. He could be her strength when the world became overwhelming—until she remembered that he was the one who stole her away from her old life. The one who would chase down her father until the end of time if ordered to do so.
His body tensed. She wasn’t his. He had a job to do, far away from here. The tenderness in his head cooled.
So what do you think? Sex on the page, behind closed doors, or depends upon the story?