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Lexi Post: My favorite sex scenes
Monday, June 9th, 2014

The KissI think as readers we all have those sex scenes that stand out in our minds. Some may stand out because of the number of people involved while others may stand out because of a certain bodily uniqueness as can be found in many sci-fi erotic romances. But recently I realized that within my own books and across the many sex scenes that move my main characters’ relationship forward, I had a particular favorite in each one.

In my debut erotic romance, Masque, it was the Violet Room. In this story, all seven colored rooms offer the heroine a different sexual experience, but by time she reaches the Violet Room which involves sex toys, she and the hero have progressed enough in their relationship to make the experience exciting and tender at the same time, especially when they discover that someone has watched!

In Passion’s Poison, it was the icicle scene. The lovely thing about setting an erotic romance in New Hampshire is that there is this fifth season called Mud Season and this is when the temperatures start to warm up, turning the dirt to mud, only to have a snowstorm sweep in and freeze everything up again. This pattern repeats itself a couple times before spring really hits, so icicles from the melting and freezing are a common occurrence. When Zach and Bea find themselves in his hot tub on the deck, with icicles within reach, he decides to create that natural pattern on Bea.

In my latest release, Passion of Sleepy Hollow, it was the first mirror scene. Yes, there are two, and they are very different because of when they take place in the story and the timing in the relationship. Braeden realizes that Katrina has no idea how beautiful she is, so he takes it upon himself to sit her down in front of a mirror and prove to her how amazing she is. That is, how amazing every inch of her is. I had no idea he was going to do that, but I’m really glad he did.

To give you a taste of what I mean, I have included a sample below. Enjoy.

Always, Lexi

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Recluse Braeden Van Brunt is not happy to be the Headless Horseman…until he meets Katrina Van Tassel, owner of the Sleepy Hollow Inn, whose allure bewitches him from the front desk into the bedroom. When he discovers Kat and the village of Sleepy Hollow are cursed to exist in the present day for only one weekend a year, he realizes the sacrifice he must make if he wants to keep her.

Katrina Van Tassel lives between slivers of time. She thought she was through grieving her betrothed’s death, but her dreams flare to life when his mirror image arrives, requesting a room. Drawn to Braeden, she is taken to more erotic heights of intimacy than she ever imagined, but she can’t be sure if her heart is with him or the love from her past.

Knowing he must conquer both time and ghosts to keep the only woman he’s ever loved, Braeden must put the past to rest. But the dead may not rest in Sleepy Hollow.

Excerpt from Passion of Sleepy Hollow

Braeden opened the door to Kat’s bedroom to find her tying the neckline of the loose garment she wore to bed. Her hair was barely plaited from a long day of it escaping its confines. The glow of the lantern next to the bed lit her night clothes, teasing him with her curves.

She glanced up and sucked in a breath. Her attraction to him, when she allowed it to surface, made him feel as if he were her dream come true. He stood straighter, keeping the lantern he held behind him and a tight grip on the towel that lay low on his hips.

Her gaze covered his body and his cock responded. When she finally met his eyes, she swallowed. “I could have warmed up some water for you.”

“That’s okay. You can warm me up now.”

Her mouth shut at his statement and he smirked. For such a tough lady, she could be so sexy when caught off guard. “Would you unbraid your hair for me, Kat?”

“My hair?”

He smirked. “Yes, your hair. You know. Those long, blonde strands you keep tied at the back of your head.”

“Why?”

Had no one made love to this woman? Had no one ever shown her how beautiful she was? “Do you have a hairbrush?”

“Of course.” All bustle again, she moved to her chest and pulled out an old hairbrush. “Do you need it?” She glanced at his head.

He probably did, but that wasn’t what he wanted it for. “In a minute.”

He set down the lantern, picked up a straight-back chair that sat against the wall and placed it facing the armoire. Opening the floor-to-ceiling piece of furniture, he centered the chair across from the large oval Victorian mirror. “Sit.”

Puzzled, she started to obey.

“No, wait.”

She froze in place.

“Take your nightgown off.”

“My what?”

“That long shirt you’re wearing.”

“You mean my shift?”

He nodded.

“But I don’t have anything on underneath.”

He let his smile grow. “Exactly.”

The blush that rose to her cheeks transformed her from beautiful to a glowing goddess. “I can’t do that.”

He stepped next to her and took the brush from her hand. “Yes, you can.” Without giving her a chance to think, he grasped the edges and lifted the garment over her head. She lifted her arms and allowed him to have his way.

She was all curves, and seeing them for the first time all at once was breathtaking. He moved the nightstand closer to the chair so the lantern would illuminate her clearly. Then he took her hand and guided her to sit, forcing himself not to touch all the places he craved. This was about her.

Once she was seated, he moved the other lantern from the floor and set it on her bureau. When he turned back to look at her, she was bathed in a yellow glow.

Her gaze met his and the uncertainty he witnessed made him want to crush whoever had made her think she might be anything less than gorgeous. He forced his body to relax. She could simply be shy.

Best way to help that was to distract her. Without hesitation, he unfolded the towel from his hips and set it on the floor to the side of her.

“Braeden.” The word was a whisper.

“Yes.” He stepped in front of her, his cock as hard as permafrost and level with her mouth. It was almost too much to ignore, but he kept his control. He lifted her chin, forcing her to move her gaze to his face. “You’re lovely, Kat.”

Her brows furrowed. “Really?”

“Look for yourself.” He stepped aside.

She did. He watched as she studied herself in the mirror. Did she see what he saw, substantial breasts with dark, rosy areolas? Did she see the softness of her pale skin and the way it tightened inward at her waist before flaring enticingly to her hips? Her legs… Damn, her legs were fully shaped and begged him to nestle between them.

She moved her gaze away from the mirror and looked at him. “I’ve never looked before.”

His cock jumped as multiple images flashed through his mind of the two of them with a mirror over a bed. He had to control himself. He squeezed the brush in his hand and focused on what he intended in the first place. “Sit back and watch the mirror.”

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2 comments to “Lexi Post: My favorite sex scenes”

  1. Pansy Petal
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    · June 9th, 2014 at 6:00 pm · Link

    I have heard of this story. Sounds intriguing. Thank you for the except.



  2. Lexi Post
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    · June 9th, 2014 at 9:41 pm · Link

    You are welcome, Pansy 🙂