Eva Pasco's Blog - Posts Tagged "lit-with-grit"

Warning: Mature Subject Matter with explicit content - Sex Scenes

Whether sublime or seductive, romantic or raunchy—it’s my contention as a novelist who writes in the genre of Contemporary Women’s fiction, to include sex scenes. Taking pride in branding my published works as “lit with grit,” fully-fleshed characters and realism define my storytelling.

Full steam ahead!

While making no apologies for the nature of my writing, I respect potential readers who prefer to forego the steam. Hence, I’ll include a disclaimer referencing mature subject matter or content some may find disturbing.

Mind you, I roll with the punch line, “there’s a time and place for everything”— vis-à-vis steam—expressed with finesse and, on occasion—graced with humor.

From 'Underlying Notes' (First Printing – 2007; Second Printing – 2009) as narrated by Carla:

Joe puttered around in the barn, reorganizing his treasure troves of tools on the bench when I came up from behind, put my arms around his middle, and kissed his ear lobes and the back of his neck, dampened with sweat. Turned out, this gesture was the prelude to crude barn sex devoid of sentiment or foreplay, and consummated as I leaned back against the double stacked bags of fertilizer, grass seed, and bird feed.

With bottom outer and undergarments swimming at our ankles, Joe, fueled with high octane, straddled across my arched pelvis and thrust at full throttle in what amounted to a “short-go-round.” He bucked over me as though I were an untamed bronco in a “sudden death” rodeo championship, then sputtered like the prized John Deere tractor in the corner he rode to mow our lawn.

From 'An Enlightening Quiche' (2016) as narrated by Augusta in reference to Gabe:

Time was of the essence—taking our time! Rather than treating our apparel as mutual trappings obstructing intimacy, or flirting with disaster by distorting fabric beyond repair from tugging, wrenching, tearing, and snagging, we transformed the act of disrobing into the sensual art of foreplay. Slowly and deliberately unbuttoning, unhooking, and unzipping, we kissed and stroked each newly revealed cross section before moving on to the next.

Devoid of concealment, we crossed the equator line, nibbling on each other’s lips before plunging the depths of French kissing, a conduit for channeling the conductive and convective flow of heat originating from the plexus of our blood vessels and nerves, radiating outward to sear our flesh from the fever and fervor of wantonness. Locked in position, our rhythmic motion rocked the blanketed turf beneath us, fracturing and fragmenting the landscape of my psyche as the release of sexual tension shook both of us to the core, shifting and displacing any preconceived notions I had about love before or since.

As for incorporating steamy sex scenes in books—“Sex is a part of nature. I go along with nature.” (Marilyn Monroe)

And don't tell me what to do
And don't tell me what to say

The song lyrics for “You Don’t Own Me” (1963), recorded by Lesley Gore, became an inspiration for younger women and are sometimes cited as a factor in the Second Wave Feminist Movement. Hurrah for female emancipation and empowerment all around! For me, the lyrics transcend relationships.

An Indie author by choice, writing affords me the freedom to tell my stories as I see fit without teetering on the edge of becoming a “best sellout”. I write stand-alone novels I’d like to read in my favorite genre—Contemporary.

My brand of Contemporary, “lit with grit,” embraces realism exonerating the lives of flawed, feisty females over forty who grapple with, confront, and overcome their personal dilemmas or inner demons. Their personal growth emancipates and empowers them to make profound life changes for the better.

By taking ownership, my stories are distinguished for dispelling the clichés that often accompany the genre of Women’s Fiction by the coined term, “Chick Lit”. The label conjures an image of frivolous, lighthearted fare with book cover images of cocktail glasses, designer handbags, and high heels.

On the contrary, my novels are descriptive, introspective, and explore the gamut of inner conflicts: convention vs. rebellion; fate vs. free will; loyalty vs. betrayal; unbridled love vs. sacrifice; death--inevitable or tragic?

There’s a book written for every preference, awaiting reader ownership and review.

The untold want by life and land ne'er granted,
Now, voyager, sail thou forth, to seek and find.

(“The Untold Want,” a poem published in Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman)

Anxious, while at the same time, reluctant to part with a completed manuscript I’ve pored over, thinking I’ll seek and find an overlooked incongruence, oversight, or typo—it’s anchors aweigh or never!

Going through the formality of a fourth and final read-through, this Contemporary passes my stringent requirements to sail it forth to publication by the week’s end.

Yippee ki yay:

I’ve written the blurb.

I’ve selected several cover images which allude to the title, and capture the nuances of my female protagonist over forty years of age.

Instead of giving up from setbacks or stonewalling, the dedicated writer seeks and finds a way to tell the untold, and sail a story forth on its maiden voyage.

*Best wishes to all writers for crafting a seaworthy venture.

My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.

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In the capacity of a writer, I equate the keyboarding process during each storytelling session with embarking on roads not yet taken. Excavating and blazing trails with words pave the way along an open-ended journey navigated by my characters who may or may not have the best intentions.

Preferring the wide latitude of Contemporary Fiction, my lit with grit takes me along unpredictable turns and inside dark tunnels as I forge ahead. There’s no turning back for the writer undertaking a solo journey in untrammeled territory.

At this point in time, I finished drafting chapter 10 (1320 words) along my work in progress.

*May each of us advance our creativity along roads not yet taken.

My sincere appreciation to you for reading this far.

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