Monday, October 10, 2011

Guest Sarah Grimm Opens the Bedroom Door

Sizzling romance, music, strong emotions. That's After Midnight, the latest release from award-winning author Sarah Grimm. I'm thrilled to have her visit as part of her blog tour. After you've met her, why not check out her blog tour contest!

Please help me welcome Sarah!

When it comes to love scenes in a romance novel, I am SUCH a voyeur. Shocking, but true. A voyeur. I never thought that term would apply to me, but it does. If a love scene takes place behind closed doors, I feel…cheated. I’ve invested time into this book, fallen in love with the hero right along with the heroine, and for what? To have the bedroom door slammed in my face? Noooo!

So I’m a voyeur, a ‘leave the bedroom door wide open, thank you very much’ kind of reader. I don’t want to use my imagination about what is going on in the bedroom. I want the details! Lots of details. So it would only make sense that this is how I write.
 

If you’ve been following my blog tour, you most likely already know this, since I’ve come right out and warned readers in my interviews. I write sizzling, dangerously sexy contemporary romance and romantic suspense—no intimacy hidden behind closed doors in my books. With me you get detailed, explicit love scenes.  Heck, sometimes my heroes and heroines don’t make it to the bedroom at all. Instead they find themselves atop a desk, against a wall, or in front of a trio of mirrors…
 

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“I’m not the type of woman men fall for.”

“I’ve fallen for you.”
 

Heat flooded her system. She forced herself to breathe, to keep her eyes locked with his. “No you haven’t. You …”
 

He pushed off the mantel and stepped in her direction. “I—what?”
 

“Never mind.”
 

“Finish the sentence, Isabeau.”
 

“I don’t think so.”
 

“Then let me.” He closed the distance between them. “You were going to say I haven’t fallen for you, weren’t you? You actually believe him? That you’re nothing more to me than convenient?”
 

Her pulse throbbed thick and hard. Heat radiated off his body. The scent of him filled her head. She wanted, more than anything, to press herself against him and relive the pleasure of his mouth against hers. Instead, she lifted her chin.
 

“Maybe.”
 

He leaned in close. So close his breath brushed across her lips. “You believe him, but not me?”
 

“You are here only temporarily.”
 

“Yes.”
 

“And I am just down the street.”
 

“I suppose.”
 

She ran her tongue over her dry lips. “So the whole thing does seem rather—”
 

“Don’t say it.”
 

“—convenient.”
 

Something dangerous came and went in his eyes. “Now I’m getting angry.”
 

His hands skimmed down her sides, slipped under her shirt and settled on her lace-covered bottom. Her breath went uneven. Searing need swarmed her.
 

“You want something to believe, believe this.” He pulled her into the solid ridge of his erection. She lost her concentration. “There is nothing convenient about the way I feel about you.”
 

“I…no?”
 

“You think you’re not the type to draw a man’s attention, think again. I can’t stand in the same room as you without wanting to taste you. I can’t taste you without wanting to taste all of you.”
 

Oh, God. Her knees turned to jelly. A hot, wet pulse came to life between her legs.
 

“If you can’t see in yourself what it is that I see, feel what you do to me.” Taking hold of her wrist, he placed her hand in the center of his chest.
 

His heart was racing. She tipped her head back and looked into his eyes. Her bones began to liquefy.
 

“The way you’re looking at me,” she whispered.
 

“How am I looking at you?”
 

“Like I’m important.”
 

“You are.”
 

She swallowed hard, wanting to believe him. “Like I’m beautiful.”
 

His lips brushed across her temple and her eyes drifted shut. “I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. Then you would know how beautiful you are.”

Her eyes snapped open as he spun her in his arms. His hands settled on her shoulders, drawing her back against his chest. She gasped at their image reflected in the trio of mirrors that hung on her wall. When had this become a seduction?


After Midnight
Thirteen years—that's how long Isabeau Montgomery has been living a lie. After an automobile accident took her mother's life, Izzy hid herself away, surviving the only way she knew how. Now she is happy in her carefully reconstructed life. That is until he walks through the door of her bar...

Black Phoenix singer/front man Noah Clark came to Long Island City with a goal--one that doesn't include an instant, electric attraction to the dark-haired beauty behind the bar. Coaxing her into his bed won't be easy, but he can't get her pale, haunted eyes nor her skill on the piano out of his head.

Can Noah help Isabeau overcome the past? Or will her need to protect her secret force her back into hiding and destroy their chance at happiness?

Sarah Grimm is an award winning author of contemporary romance and romantic suspense. She lives in West Michigan with her husband, two sons and three miniature schnauzers. Between mom's taxi service, parts runs, and answering the phone for the family marine repair business, Sarah can be found curled in her favorite chair, crafting her next novel.

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15 comments:

  1. Mary-

    So excited to be here! Thanks so much for inviting me to visit today.

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  2. *Fans self* I know I keep saying this- but I need to read this book really, really soon! And I will as soon as I finish my current wip. I promise! This is a beautifully sensual scene, Sarah. Thanks for sharing.

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  3. It just keeps getting better and better! Ah, but you know how I feel about Noah. But you know what? I love that he says "feel what you do to me" and puts her hand over his *heart*! How sexy is that? <3 ya, Sarah!!

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  4. Calisa-

    I totally understand not having the time to read. Unfortunately I'm going through the same thing.

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  5. Ames! I know how you feel about Noah. And I'm with you on the 'sexy' part. *sigh* <3 ya right back!

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  6. Sarah, thank you so much for your awesome post! It's wonderful to have you here today.

    I love your excerpt, the tension between Isabeau and Noah is *perfect*. And I adore a romance with musicians :)

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  7. Thanks, Mary! You already know how much I loved BITING ME SOFTLY. I have BITING NIXIE on my bookshelf waiting for me to read!

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  8. Very cool! I have NOT WITHOUT RISK just waiting for me on my Kindle...police detective Justin and photographer Paige and some amazing romantic suspense...mmm...

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  9. From the early success of this blook, I'd say you are in good company with other people feeling the same way you do about closed doors.

    I've got a copy of your book and am looking forward to reading it!

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  10. Thanks so much, Lynne. I really hope you enjoy it!

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  11. Sarah, I love this excerpt. Sigh...sigh, sigh, sigh. Oh that sexy Noah. What women wouldn't turn to putty in his hands! Sign me up!! And I'm with ya on the open door issue. Bring it!!

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  12. AJ, you KNOW I'd be putty in Noah's hands. *grin*

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  13. What a wonderful excerpt. I have got to get this one, and thank goodness Friday is payday!! thanks so much for this excerpt, and thank you Mary for the post as well. You know I have all the Biting books, and love them-can't wait for another one.

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  14. Nancy, thanks for stopping by and for the kind words. I'm so glad you enjoyed the excerpt!

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  15. A big thank you to everyone who stopped by! Your comments are always greatly appreciated.

    Thanks again to Sarah Grimm for visiting as part of her After Midnight celebration! It's been great fun, with a wonderful turnout for a wonderful book! And remember Sarah's contest with lots of great prize packages :)

    http://authorsarahgrimm.blogspot.com/2011/09/contest-spread-word.html

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