Lexi Post’s Inspiration and a Giveaway!
I think authors find inspiration in many different ways. For some, it is from their dreams. For others, it is a historical fact. Still others find inspiration in watching people, TV, or browsing the internet. For my erotic romances, my inspiration is the classics. I know, sounds weird, but it works.
My newest release, Passion’s Poison, was inspired by Nathaniel Hawthorne’s short story “Rappaccini’s Daughter.” Hawthorne’s story is about Beatrice Rappaccini who is the daughter of a scientist who specializes in poisonous flowers. Beatrice is the only one who can care for them because she is poisonous as well. When a young man attending the university in Padua, Italy, falls in love with her, he discovers he is becoming poisonous too.
I was recently asked why I chose this story. One reason is that this Hawthorne’s story began as a love story but ended badly. I love taking classics that end badly and creating something from them that ends with a happily ever after. Another reason I chose this piece of literature was that I have always liked Hawthorne’s stories because he leaves a bit of doubt in the reader’s mind as to either what actually happened or why events played out as they did. That’s like opening a door and asking me to come in 🙂 Lastly, since I was writing erotic romance, I wanted a story that focused on a heroine and “Rappaccini’s Daughter” did just that.
My Beatrice is poisonous too, only she must expel her poisons through intercourse or she will die. Of course, this leaves her partners sick, and with one, in a coma. This makes having a relationship rather impossible. So I had her meet Zach, a logger turned chainsaw artist, who has overdeveloped pectoral muscles and dark green eyes that Bea just can’t resist. How mean am I to do that to her? Then I added a villain who sends her anonymous threatening letters to try to keep her from Zach. To make it even tougher, I gave her a police officer who has always wanted to date her, a hippie mother, and six fathers!
However, Bea is pretty tough, as is Zach, and I promise there is a happy ending to this erotic romance, but you have to read it to enjoy it 🙂 So to help with that, I am giving away an electronic copy of Passion’s Poison to one lucky commenter. All I need to know is what classic you would like to see inspire an erotic romance? Good luck!
**Giveaway open until 8-30-13 @ 11:59pm EST with winner announced shortly after**
Excerpt from Passion’s Poison
She liked his smile. He had deep lines etched around his mouth, probably because he smiled so much. How wonderful it must be to laugh as much as he did.
She started, caught staring again.
“If you keep looking at me like that, you’re going to find yourself naked on those sheepskins in no time.”
She glanced at the beige softness before the now-roaring fire and shivered. She could imagine the feel of them against her naked skin.
“Come.” Zach stood beside her, his hand outstretched.
Did he want her to get undressed? A shiver of anticipation raced across her skin. She took his hand, but didn’t look at him as his warm palm heated her own.
He tipped her chin up. “We better check on dinner.”
She met his gaze as realization dawned. “Of course, it should be done by now. I hope we didn’t overcook it.”
He led her into the kitchen, but instead of releasing her hand, he boxed her in against the island counter. “Bea, you need to accept that I will not take advantage of you. However, the chances of us making love tonight are at about one hundred percent. Don’t you think?”
Her breath caught in her throat at the baldness of his statement, but she couldn’t deny it. Her body completely agreed with him and from the weakening of her limbs and the hardening of her nipples, it was ready to prove him right—immediately. Slowly, she nodded.
A smile lit his face before he bent his head to pull her into a soul-searching kiss. She wound her arms around his neck and his hard body pressed her against the counter. As their tongues entwined, she forgot to breathe.
Abruptly, he stepped away and put his hands into his front pockets, a gesture she was coming to adore. He stared at her as if he had to make a life-changing decision, but then looked away.
He strode around to the stove and turned off the oven. He didn’t glance at her. “I’m glad that’s settled. Do me a favor and pour us more wine and I’ll serve.”
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