~Not My Mother’s Romance~ Please Welcome Author Gale Stanley!

Not my mother’s romance…

 

Hello Everyone! And thank you, Mahalia, for having me today. Let me introduce myself. I’m Gale Stanley and I write erotic romance – the emphasis is on romance for a reason. My stories may have explicit sexual scenes but at heart, they are love stories, with all the emotion and conflict readers want.

 

When I was a kid, the closest I came to romance were my mother’s True Story and True Confession magazines and I was forced to read them under the covers with a flashlight. We thought they were pretty risqué at the time with their romantic dramas that ran the gamut of adultery, unwed pregnancy, disease and even rape. But those tales of sex and sin pale in comparison to today’s romance novels.

 

One thing remains the same, readers like their stories to focus on the relationship between the characters. They want to see the romance develop, the conflicts resolved and the hero and heroine have an emotionally satisfying happily ever after.

 

The biggest difference between the days of my youth and now is that we can open the bedroom door and share the physical connection as well as the emotional. Erotic romance, an uninhibited blend of romance and erotica, takes the sexual heat to a whole new level. Some people tend to confuse erotic romance with porn. Nothing could be further from the truth. Where porn is written strictly for titillation, an erotic romance is first and foremost a love story. It has a good plot and well-developed characters that go through hell. Somehow they overcome the conflict and obstacles and it all ends happily for them.

 

An erotic romance differs from a traditional romance because there’s a greater emphasis on the sex scenes. And erotic romance differs from erotica because there’s a greater emphasis on the love story. In an erotic romance, the reader gets the whole package. Not to mention the fact that stories come in all flavors. Contemporary, historical, paranormal, suspense, science fiction – there’s something for everyone.

I love writing the sex scenes as much as reading them. The biggest challenge is to keep them unique so the story doesn’t start to sound like a how-to book. I try to focus on the characters and their personalities. Their emotional response and sexual chemistry add a whole new dimension to each scene.

We’ve come a long way. I think it’s great that the barriers have come down and writers can deal frankly with social and sexual mores and give the readers what they want. Of course some people still ask me “have you written anything that I can read?’ And if my mother were still here, I’m sure I’d still be hiding my books under the mattress.

Website:   http://galestanley.net/

Blog:        http://galestanley.blogspot.com/

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/gale.stanley.author

Twitter:    http://twitter.com/galestanley

 

Erotic Romance Author, Gale Stanley writes for SirenBookstrand and Silver Publishing. She lives in the City of Brotherly Love, with hubby and two talkative Tonkinese cats, Buffy and Spike. Her kids are grown and the grandkids are waiting for a book they can read. Her latest book One Night in Bangkok was released June 4 from Silver Publishing.

One Night in Bangkok

The temperature in Bangkok is a humid ninety degrees but things are about to get a lot hotter. David Elliot is in Thailand on business but when he meets Kai, the younger man turns his world upside down. It was never meant to be anything more than a pleasant diversion but can he walk away when it’s over?

 

Available at Silver Publishing:

http://silverpublishing.info/index/book_authors_id/48/typefilter/book_authors

 

 

 

Excerpt

The young Thai was still staring at him with smoldering eyes that set major butterfly wings beating in his stomach, and started a scenario playing in his head that involved two naked, sweaty bodies writhing on his king-sized bed a few floors down.

For the first time in a long time, David felt the irresistible pull of sexual chemistry. It always amazed him how random these feelings were; how much the sudden rush of lust and adrenaline could disarm him on rare occasions like this—and how it could never become a reality.

Or could it?

His dinner partner hadn’t arrived yet. Dare he initiate contact? He wasn’t very good at these things. Perhaps he’d been seeing what he wanted to see. Maybe his interest wasn’t reciprocated. He should turn his back and forget the whole thing.

The Thai picked that minute to smile and raise his glass in a silent toast.

David didn’t stop to think. He did something so uncharacteristic he shocked himself. He walked over to the young man and touched the raised glass with his own. “To destiny.” His heart raced; it was the most romantic thing he’d ever done in his life. “Are you alone? Can I buy you a drink?”

The man was maybe five foot nine, and he looked up with espresso-colored eyes framed by the longest lashes David had ever seen. “I’m waiting for someone,” he said, with a regretful tone in his voice.

Disappointment filled him, but unwilling to let the moment go, David pressed on. “I’m also waiting for someone, but I’d like to talk to you. Perhaps another time?”

A red flush crept up the young man’s face and he looked down. “I’d like that too.”

“Dinner tomorrow night? Here?”

The man’s eyes were still downcast but a pleased smile raised one corner of his mouth. “I’m sorry, that’s not a good time. Lunch?” He whispered it so low David almost missed it.

Damn! He hoped Intira hadn’t set up a meeting for during the day. He did the second uncharacteristic thing of the night. He decided, if need be, he would rearrange his schedule so he could meet the young Thai. “Okay. Here?”

“No.” The Thai shook his head and named a place David had never heard of.

“I’ll find it.” Suddenly he realized he didn’t know the man’s name. He grinned at him. “I’m David Elliot.” He held out a hand.

“Kai.” Their hands made contact and the touch sent an electric shock along David’s arm that went straight to his groin.

Kai’s handshake was firm and fleeting and David hated to let go of him. Normally it took a lot more to get him this horny. “Tomorrow then.”

“Tomorrow.” Kai turned and disappeared into the crowd.

 

 

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About mahalia2010

Mother, Sister, Friend, Author

Posted on June 17, 2011, in Uncategorized and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. Hi Mahalia! Thanks for having me today!

  2. yw Gale glad you were here. THe book looks fantastic 🙂

  3. As usual, Gale, beautiful post and so true!

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