Why I Write What I Write ~ The Contemporary Edition

And so we’ve come to the last. Contemporary. Before I tell you how one little sci-fi geek ended up writing contempory romances, I wanted to share with you all one really amazing thing I discovered on this journey: my writing career wouldn’t be what it is today without you, the reader. The single, simple joy I experience in your reaction to my books makes it all that much more amazing. I will always write–it wouldn’t matter if I never publish another book, I would still write because I can’t not write, but the emails, the blog comments and the tweets about how my story touched you or moved you, made you laugh, made you cry, made you scared…well, they make the surreality of being a writer so so more wonderful.

From my heart to yours, thank you.

But enough of my carrying on, I hear you say. Why do you write contemporaries, Lexxie?

Three words: I. Dare. You.

Three words uttered by my Samhain editor (the most lovely Heidi Moore).

Three words that began the most amazing stage of my writer’s career. If Heidi hadn’t said, “I dare you to write me a contemporary menage book”, I never would have written Triple Dare.

If Heidi hadn’t said, “I dare you” I never would have read the list of amazing contemporary romance authors out there (authors like Lora Leigh, Shelli Stevens, Lauren Dane, Delilah Devlin…) and had my eyes opened to a whole world of moving, poignant love stories I never believed I would ever read, let alone write.


If Heidi hadn’t utter those three words, I dare you, Rob’s story wouldn’t be releasing come April, a story far more deep and significant and powerful than any other I’ve written. And for those who have read Triple Dare, trust me when I say, Rob’s story isn’t to be read without a box of tissues nearby.

A little while ago, I mentioned to Rhian that I seem to write a light and comical menage tale and follow it up with a deep, moving and poignant non-menage tale. (Triple Dare will be followed by Dare Me), Tropical Sin will be followed by Whispers in the Night). I pondered why this was the case? RC said to me something I will never forget: “Because you’re that kind of person, Lexxie. You’re manic and silly and fun but there’s a whole other side to you as well.”

That whole other side brings me to this genre, I suspect. The side that knows in real life sometimes the Happy Ever After comes after some bloody gut-wrenching tears. The side that realises the perfect romance is a romance built on passion, arguements, slammed doors, compromises, tired hugs and longed-for dreams. The side of me that realises I am living that Happy Every After warts and all with my one true hero, the man who can make me more happy with just a smile…and drive me bat-sh*t crazy-mad with a look.

Contemporaries are real life stories. Real people in situation that could happen. Sure, the heroes are all drop-dead sexy hunks, the settings are exotic (Tropical Sin‘s tropical island resort), breathtaking (Triple Dare‘s Colorado Rockies), perochial (Whispers in the Night’s small country town) and exciting (Suck and Blow‘s luxurious private party on Sydney’s Northern Beaches), the sex hot and the orgasms numerous, but the world of these stories is real and, as a reader, I really want to believe those “real” stories, those real romances, those real passions and desires are the stories, the romances and the desires of the people I pass on the street. Because if that’s the case, doesn’t that make the world a better place?

So how did a geeky littel sci-fi chick with a passion for horror books end up writing contemporary romances? Someone I love dared me to do it, and someone I love even more inspired me. And after all is said and done, isn’t that what makes it all worthwhile? 😉

PS – Tropical Sin is available TUESDAY. THIS TUESDAY!! Can’t you believe it??

 Nick Blackthorne weaved his way through the smattering of guests milling around the Bandicoot Resort’s massive reception area, a small smile curling at the corners of his mouth. It wasn’t the fact he was here, at the soft opening of the resort, that made him happy, nor the fact he was walking around without a minder or bodyguard or groupie to be seen. It was simply because the woman laughing behind him had a delightfully throaty, infectious laugh.

He stopped himself from shooting a look over his shoulder, concentrating instead on finding the correct passageway that would lead him to the Oasis Bar. He was a touch jetlagged and needed something more than coffee to wake up.

A touch? You’ve been on one plane or the other for the last three days. You’re more than jetlagged, you’re jet-freaking-dragged-through-the-turbines stoned. Besides, the need for something more than caffeine has nothing to do with jetlag. You just want to sit out in the sun and pretend you’re a normal person for a short while, don’t you?

He smiled wider. The truth was always less sensational. It had been a long time since he’d been able to sit at a bar and relax. When his agent had offered him the chance to attend the resort’s soft opening he’d jumped at it. Minimum number of guests, all hand-picked by the hotel’s manager, all—Frankie assured him—too discreet or important in their own rights to worry about him being in their presence. A nice change from where he’d just been, that was for sure.

The thought made his smile falter. A little. He wasn’t going to let his mind turn to where he’d just been. Not when he was walking through Eden.

Ah, so the romantic you used to be is still buried in that craven pit you call a soul, is he?

Behind him the woman laughed again, another low, throaty chuckle and, before he could help himself, Nick turned.


She was only a few feet behind, grinning up at a guy almost half again her height, her long, strawberry blonde hair a flaming halo in the sun’s warm rays, her pink lips stretched in a grin that said very clearly, “Yes, I am completely in charge of this situation.”

Nick let his gaze flick to her companion, noting with an experienced eye the man’s latent strength in his six-foot-plus form, his fluid, steady movements, and his utter adoration for the woman gripping his arm.

Christ, they were a sexy couple. Damn sexy.

He scowled, turning away from the young lovers. There was a time he’d have walked straight on up to them and suggested something far more depraved than either could probably imagine. Something very dirty and very enjoyable. That time had passed, however.

The woman laughed again, the delicious sound accompanied by a lower, deeper chuckle. The guy’s laugh. Relaxed. Easygoing. Coming up from his chest to slip past his lips in a humored rumble. Equally as infectious as hers.

He drove his nails into his palms and scanned the lush gardens on the other side of the glass wall. Where the hell was this bar? Somewhere outside beside a pool? He needed a drink.

No, not a drink. You need—

A face of an angel with filth on her mind,

I pray to burn in her fire,

I pray to die in her arms.

The words—lyrics of a song he hadn’t written yet—whispered through Nick’s head and he raised his eyebrows, his heartbeat quickening. Just as it had been too long since he could relax in public, it had been even longer since words of music came to him. Whoever the redhead was, she stirred something in him.

Yet the arms of her lover reach out for more.

Like a sinner I will burn in his fire,

I will die in his fire as she pleads for more.

Nick came to a halt, the unexpected lyrics floating through his head. It seemed they’d bothstirred something in him he hadn’t felt for a long time, not just the woman.

The whisper of a rhythm teased him and he closed his eyes, a familiar sensation stirring in the pit of his gut. Carnal thoughts and lyrics? Coming to Bandicoot Cove really was a good—

“Excuse me, but can I ask you a question?”

The soft, husky voice speaking beside him could only belong to one person. Opening his eyes, Nick turned around, leaving his sunglasses firmly in place as he fixed his gaze on the flame-haired woman smiling up at him. This close she wasn’t just sexy, she was stunning. Stunning and gorgeous. As was the man standing next to her, his expression unreadable, that sleeping strength radiating from him in waves of…

Like a sinner I will burn in his fire,

I will die in his fire and beg her for—

“You’re Nick Blackthorne, yes?”

The woman’s question took Nick by jarring surprise. It shouldn’t have, but with the words of a hidden song taunting him and the unexpected lick of sexual interest teasing him, he wasn’t prepared. Especially for what she said next.

“I’m McKenzie Wood from Goss Weekly.” Her clear blue eyes turned direct. Intent. “I’m wondering if you’d like to comment on your stay at the Vergnügen sex clinic in Germany?”


Don’t forget I’ll be giving away an ebook from my backlist of each genre I mentioned this week to one lucky commenter. The winners name will be announced in TWELVE HOURS TIME so get commenting if you want to be in the run 🙂

7 Responses to “Why I Write What I Write ~ The Contemporary Edition”

  1. Contemporary is probably my favorite genre. I know, boring to some people but I love it. Keep on writing them, Lexxie! Don’t you love Lori’s Nauti series?


  2. Susan Romito Says:

    OMG – I can’t WAIT for Rob’s story!! I loved Triple Dare and have been dying for his story ever since!

    Also can’t wait for Tropical Sin – great excerpt!!

    susanmik AT gmail DOT com

  3. I cannot wait for Tropical Sin to come out…it sounds fantastic!! smiles…

  4. I’m still hoping your self published series will show up at All Romance or Smashwords. Don’t forget us Sony users.

  5. I read Exotic Indulgence last week. I will definitely read the rest of the series. I like a little light weight romance. You must have been a terror in school with the “I dare you” problem! Thanks for the giveaway!

  6. I’m loving the Bandicoot Cove series so far.Can’t wait for Tropical Sin.Thanks for the great excerpt.

  7. I think I like pretty much all romance but it does take me a bit to get into the magic romance other then that hell bring it on 🙂

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