Okay I’m not sure what inspired this post, except maybe that freakishly big breasted porn clip Lacy Danes sent me (don’t ask). But today I’m going to ask a question that might make you scratch at your movie memory a bit.

Love scenes are sexy and arousing in books, and it’s so great to read about the hero and heroine in that moment. That’s why I’m not a fan of closed door love scenes. I love being right there with the characters when they take that step. But in a movie, we don’t get to go there. Not really anyway. Love scenes are staged (unless it’s a porno). They’re not REALLY inserting tab A into tab B. It’s all about using shadows, and hints, and teasing shots.

So here’s my question. Can you remember a love scene in a movie where you were almost convinced they really WERE doing the deed? That maybe even got you hot and bothered? I can! Me, pick me! *Dancing around waving hand in the air* This scene has ALWAYS stuck with me. It’s probably the dirtiest love scene that ISN’T really happening. Wooo weee! *Fanning self*

So tell me, what’s you’re favorite love scene? But before you go… Drum roll… check out Demi Moore and Woody Harrelson in MY favorite love scene. The quickie from Indecent Proposal.

I so want this to happen at my book signing…

I have Spring Fever and I have it bad. All I do is stare out my window at the desert and wish I was somewhere else. I have these hippie-like fantasies of hanging out in Golden Gate Park and making flower wreaths for my hair. I’d bring my boombox (ipod) and play Led Zeppelin and smell all the pot being smoked. I’d stare at the sky and watch the clouds…

Or!

I’d get out my backpack and pack it up and go to Europe. Ride the train around and talk about Neoclassical art while listening to harpsichord music. That would be nice.

Or!

Maybe my fantasy should involve a sun-dress, a margarita and a beach in some remote town in Mexico. I could wash fishermen all day long.

Sigh. Yeah, I have Spring Fever and I have it bad. Sadly, my only option is chaining myself to this computer and working on a book that’s due June first. But a girl can dream, right?

Am I the only one suffering from this condition?

So yeah we’re naughty romance writers on this blog right? And so we talk about naughty stuff on occasion too. That’s what is expected, that’s what it’s all about. Naughty naughty naughty.

(Sorry I just like typing that word.)

I’ve taken to reading a variety of blogs lately. The blog world is vast, far more vast than I even realized and I discovered this entire new (to me) world of mommy blogs. Pretty decorating blogs. Celebrity blogs. All KINDS of blogs.

Then I found reference to a past blog post on Suburban Turmoil and she was talking about threesomes. And I was like whaaat? I mean, this is a mom blog I’m reading. They don’t talk about threesomes. She’s pretty sarcastic and funny but come on. And the reference was made on a post entitled Toys for Tots.

I was intrigued. I had to click that link. So I did. You need to click it too. Go here, it’s worth it. It’s damn hilarious. Once I read this post, I loved her even more. Please go read it. Then come back and laugh with me. Seriously. You won’t regret it.

What would you do if you had a penis (ladies)? And because we do have male readers, what would you do if you had a vagina? Yes I’ve been waiting for THREE days to ask ya’ll this! Now go to it.

Me? I’d do her (that’s Katee Sackhoff from Battles Gallactica).

Sorry Angelina

So as I mentioned on my personal blog, Friday was my birthday. It gave me the opportunity (twice in one month!) to go out and be social in a bar/night life type setting. Me and a couple other single friends went to a fabulous small brewery. Wonderful food and wonderful beer. For the most part I had a great time–visit my blog for the scoop–but there was one thing that really chapped my hide.

At one point a group of overly flirty (drunk) younger guys decided to join up at our table. The bar was crowded, we had room, and there were customers waiting for a table. So the boys started to invade. The table behind us, a couple of guys in their mid-late 30’s (who’d been flirting with us) asked us if we wanted to join them. I had checked earlier for wedding rings, other women, and there were none. And since I was just buzzed enough, I smiled and said sure. And so did one of the girls I was with (the other chick lingered with the young guys).

The two men we’d joined up with were talking and flirting mildly, and then it happens. About fifteen minutes into joining them one starts to talk about his kid. I’m thinking…hmm, divorced. Then he starts talking about the kids mom, and I’m thinking…hmm, so they’re on good terms. Then he drops the W word. Wife. And my friend and I are like

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Oh this is good. And under a minute