I'M NOT A VIRGIN ANYMORE

I did something I thought I would never do.

I sold an erotic romance. Yes, modest me!

And it’s released today at www.thewilderroses.com


It’s not that I don’t read these kinds of stories, because I do, and love them. It’s just that the inner editor in me, who sometimes worries about what other people think, bashed me over the head with self-doubt every time I wrote a lovemaking scene.

Usually I can ignore it. My natural tendency is to write sensuous encounters between my hero and heroine, anyway. They don’t stop at a kiss or close the door on intimate matters. They ride the rollercoaster to the top--and linger there--exploring soft skin and hard pecs.

In AFTER GLOW, my paranormal romance, I challenged myself to ride a wilder, crazier rollercoaster. While the story’s theme centered on a highly emotional love story, the sexual element played a major part in the plot. I found the writing process liberating. And the result is a story that pleases me immensely.


Check out the excerpt below.
     Come to me, she commanded. I’m the woman you’ve been waiting for, searching for.
     She could feel his puzzlement, could sense his attempt to block her intrusion, yet all his efforts ended ineffectually.
     Who are you? he asked.
     I am Lola. She kept her voice soft, intimate. Now, come to me. Be with me. Let me love you.
     Immediately his mind closed off. A wall slammed up to hide his thoughts, but not before she read his confusion—he thought he was dreaming that someone was speaking to him telepathically.
     This is no dream. You can hear me in your mind.
     How is this possible?
     Anything is possible between lovers. Lola pushed through his layers of confusion and sent him an intriguing, erotic image. In it, she lay back on her bed, exploring her human form with her hands. She teased her sensitive nipples. Her fingertips kneaded her breasts and glided down her body to the swollen flesh between her legs.
     She felt his hunger grow for her. She was the only thing in the world he wanted right now.
     Anticipation swept through her, turbulent and unfamiliar. The prospect of his approach created a buzz inside her. She pressed a hand against her pelvis as the spot between her legs ignited with hot need. Her breasts throbbed. An unfamiliar dampness soaked her panties. Minutes passed. Only the beat of a bongo drum broke the silence.
     Until...the door clicked opened and The One entered.
     “Hello,” the human male said from behind her. He stepped so close waves of heat from his body prickled the hairs on her arm. When she would have turned to see what he looked like, he wrapped his arms around her, keeping her in front of him. His husky timbre was hard and smooth at the same time. Comforting, like the Marisian ocean currents flowing over volcanic, pebbled beaches. The sensation shot straight to her core, like a heated caress.
     “Are you the woman in my mind?” he asked.

By now you’re probably wondering about the lost of my virginity. We all know the literal meaning of the word. I decided to take a figurative approach. I gave up my inhibitions and allowed my true spirit to roam free.

What compels you to let go?

With much love,

Pamela Vee
(aka: Pamela Varnado)