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Elevated Desires - Short Story
Elevated Desires
What happens when two rivals, Mia and Cole, are trapped in an elevator, and forced to face the undeniable heat between them? Welcome to Elevated Desires, a sizzling new weekly romance series where business enemies blur the line between love and hate.
Every Thursday, I’ll bring you a new chapter filled with tension, chemistry, and unforgettable moments. This series is perfect for fans of steamy romance and enemies-to-lovers stories that turn the heat up to maximum.
Ready for a story that takes the phrase trapped with your enemy to an entirely new level? Don’t miss out—bookmark this page and come back every week for your next dose of Elevated Desires!
© Copyright © 2025 by LS PhoenixThe Elevator EncounterMia
The glittering ballroom hums with energy, champagne flutes clinking and conversations weaving together into a lively symphony of celebration. It’s the kind of event meant to impress, an industry gala where everyone pretends their success was effortless and their laughter isn’t rehearsed. I’ve been playing the part all night—smiling at all the right people, nodding at their anecdotes, and pretending the height of my heels isn’t killing me.
As the night winds down, I make my escape, slipping away from the crowd with a final polite nod to my boss. The hallway outside the ballroom is quieter, the plush carpet muffling my hurried steps as I make my way toward the elevators. It’s not that I don’t appreciate the effort that went into tonight, but these events always feel like a test of endurance rather than an actual celebration.
I press the elevator button, sighing softly as I wait. The doors open with a quiet chime, and I step inside, finally letting my shoulders relax as the polished steel walls close me off from the world. Just as the doors begin to glide shut, a large hand shoots between them, forcing them open again.
Cole Montgomery steps inside.
My jaw tightens instinctively at the sight of him, his confident smirk only deepening my irritation. Of course, he’s here. He’s always there—at every meeting, every event, somehow managing to make everything about him. His tailored suit fits him too perfectly, and the subtle scent of his cologne—something dark and woodsy—fills the small space. It’s obnoxiously fitting for a man I can’t stand.
“Really?” I mutter, crossing my arms as he presses the button for his floor. “Couldn’t wait for the next one?”
He smirks, leaning casually against the wall. “And miss the pleasure of your company? Not a chance.”
I roll my eyes, staring resolutely at the elevator panel. “Lucky me.”
I cross my arms, leaning back against the wall as the elevator jerks into motion. “If I’d known you’d be here, I’d have taken the stairs.”
Cole’s smirk deepens, that maddening glint of amusement lighting his dark eyes as he leans casually against the opposite wall. He lifts one hand to check his watch, every motion deliberate and annoyingly smooth. “Careful, Mia. That almost sounded like you’ve been actively trying to avoid me.”
“Maybe I have,” I shoot back, arching a brow. “The idea of an entire night without your commentary seemed too good to be true.”
He chuckles, low and infuriatingly rich. “And yet here we are, proving you can’t resist me.”
I roll my eyes, refusing to let the flutter of heat his voice stirs show on my face. “Don’t flatter yourself, Montgomery. It’s not a good look.”
“Hardly. I don’t waste my time on—”
The elevator lurches with a violent jolt, a screech of metal cutting me off mid-sentence. The lights flicker, once, twice, and then plunge us into dim emergency lighting. Silence stretches between us, heavy and suffocating, as the realization settles in.
We’re stuck.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I mutter, pushing off the wall to jab the emergency button repeatedly.
“It’s adorable how you think pounding on that is going to solve the problem,” Cole drawls, his voice oozing condescension.
I whirl around, narrowing my eyes at him. “I’m not in the mood for your shit Cole.”
“And yet, here I am.” He tucks one hand into his pants pocket and takes a drink of his champagne flute, as though this is just another part of the evening’s entertainment.
Ignoring him, I press the button again, harder this time, willing it to light up and summon help. Nothing happens. My pulse ticks faster in my chest, the air in the elevator growing warmer by the second. This is not how tonight was supposed to go. I was supposed to charm potential investors, impress industry leaders, and secure deals—not get trapped in a box with Cole Montgomery, the man who has made it his personal mission to undercut me at every opportunity.
“You’ll give yourself a complex if you keep scowling like that,” he remarks, taking a slow sip of champagne as if to emphasize how unbothered he is.
“Don’t start with me, Montgomery.”
His lips curve into a lazy grin, dark brows arching as if to say, Oh, but where’s the fun in that?
The tension in the small space is suffocating, crackling like static electricity. Every barb we’ve traded over the years, every lingering glance and too-close encounter, presses between us like a third person in the elevator. My heart pounds in my ears, each beat louder than the last.
I take a steadying breath and retreat to the corner furthest from him. It’s not much space, but it’s better than standing close enough to feel the heat radiating off him. Unfortunately, even the cold steel at my back can’t stop the prickle of awareness that climbs my spine when he moves.
Cole sets his champagne flute down on the floor with a deliberate slowness, his dark eyes locking onto mine. He steps forward, his every movement exuding confidence, until he’s close enough that I can see the faint shadow of stubble along his jaw and the way his chest rises and falls with each breath.
“Why do you do that?” he asks, his voice low, almost intimate.
“Do what?” I snap, feigning ignorance as my fingers clench into fists at my sides.
“Act like you hate me.” His head tilts, his gaze narrowing as he grins at me. “You don’t.”
“Don’t flatter yourself.” I scoff.
“Too late.” His grin widening.
His confidence is infuriating. The way he looks at me, like he knows exactly how to unnerve me, has my blood boiling and my skin tingling in equal measure. My back presses harder against the wall as though I could sink into it and disappear.
“I don’t hate you,” I admit, my voice sharp. “I just don’t like you.”
“Liar.”
His hand moves before I can stop him, brushing a strand of hair that’s come loose from my updo. His touch is light, a teasing caress that sends a jolt of heat racing down my spine and straight to my core. My breath catches, and for a moment, the only sound in the elevator is the shallow rise and fall of my breaths.
“Cole—” His name escapes my lips like a warning, but even I don’t believe it.
His gaze drops to my mouth, and in that charged moment, the air between us crackles with an intensity I can’t ignore. Before I can say another word, his mouth crashes onto mine.
It’s not tentative. It’s not careful. It’s fire and heat and years of pent-up frustration exploding between us. My hands find his chest, and I don’t know if I mean to push him away or pull him closer, but he takes it as permission. His tongue slides past my lips, deepening the kiss until I’m breathless and trembling against him.
His hands are everywhere—at my waist, my hips, sliding up my back to press me closer. He’s hard and solid, and when his teeth graze my bottom lip, I gasp, the sound swallowed by his kiss.
“You taste better than I imagined,” he murmurs, his voice rough and gravelly.
“You imagined this?” I whisper, the words barely audible as his lips move to my jaw, then lower to my neck.
“More times than I care to admit.”
His hands slide lower, gripping the backs of my thighs, and before I can process what’s happening, I’m lifted off the floor, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He presses me against the wall, his body fitting against mine with an intimacy that’s both shocking and exhilarating.
My dress rides up as his hands smooth over the backs of my thighs to my ass, his touch firm and possessive. The cool air against my skin is a stark contrast to the heat of his mouth on my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive spot just below my ear. I moan softly, my fingers tangling in his hair as he grinds his cock against me, the friction enough to drive me wild.
“Tell me to stop, Mia,” he murmurs, his voice low and thick with restraint.
I should. I should tell him this is wrong, that the stakes are too high, that we’ll regret this the moment those elevator doors open. But I don’t. Instead, I tug his face back to mine, kissing him with a desperation I didn’t know I had.
His hand slips beneath the lace of my underwear, his fingers brushing over my clit with unerring precision. The first stroke sends a jolt of pleasure through me, sharp and immediate, making my head fall back against the wall. A soft, desperate gasp escapes my lips as he circles and teases, his touch an intoxicating mix of firm and gentle, driving me closer to the edge with every pass. My body responds instinctively, hips rolling toward him, seeking more of the maddening pressure he’s so effortlessly creating.
“You’re so fucking responsive,” Cole murmurs against my ear, his voice a low, rough growl that shoots straight through me. “I could touch you like this all day and never get tired of the way you’re falling apart for me.”
A whimper escapes me as he slides a finger inside, the sensation of being stretched sending a new wave of pleasure rippling through my body. He doesn’t stop circling my clit with his thumb, the combination a dizzying push and pull of sensations. My walls clench around his finger as he adds another, the delicious stretch and friction building a heat that makes my thighs tremble. My breaths come faster, shallower, as my body tightens, coiling with anticipation.
“That’s it, Mia,” he murmurs, his lips grazing my neck, his free hand gripping my hip to steady me against the wall, even as my legs tighten around his waist. The tremble in my body betrays how completely he has unraveled me, the sensation of him inside me stealing every coherent thought. “You’re close, aren’t you? I can feel it—the way you’re squeezing my fingers, the way you’re trembling. Come for me, beautiful. Let me feel how much you need me.”
His words push me over the edge, and my entire body tenses as the orgasm crashes over me, a sharp, powerful release that leaves me gasping his name. My thighs clamp around his body, my pussy gripping his fingers as the waves roll through me. My head falls forward onto his shoulder, each pulse leaving me trembling and clinging to him for support. The world blurs, my senses consumed by the overwhelming pleasure and the way his fingers stroke me through it are grounding me even as I feel like I’m floating.
“You’re fucking incredible,” he whispers, his lips brushing lazy, possessive kisses along my neck, his hand still between my legs, stroking softly now. “But I’m not done with you yet.”
The elevator jolts back to life with a mechanical groan, the lights flickering as it resumes its ascent. Reality threatens to crash down around us, but Cole doesn’t give it the chance. With a swift, fluid motion, he lifts me higher, pressing me against the elevator wall. My legs wrap around his waist tighter, instinctively as he tugs my underwear to the side and frees himself. The feel of him—thick, hard, and impossibly ready—makes my breath hitch, my body instinctively clenching in anticipation.
“You’re so wet for me,” he growls, positioning himself at my entrance. “You want this, don’t you? Tell me how bad you need me.”
“I need you,” I whisper, my voice shaky but filled with raw truth. “I need you inside me, Cole.”
“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs, his tone dripping with approval and dominance as he pushes into me, slow and deliberate. The stretch is overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pressure that steals the breath from my lungs. He’s bigger than I expected, his thickness filling me in a way that’s almost too much, and yet, it’s exactly what I want—what I need.
“Fuck,” he groans, his forehead dropping to mine as he stills, giving me a moment to adjust. “You feel like heaven, so tight and perfect. Just like you were made for me.”
The heat in his gaze locks me in place as he starts to move, each thrust deliberate and deep, dragging against every nerve ending inside me. The pleasure is sharp, building fast as he sets a relentless rhythm, his hands gripping my hips and his chest anchoring me in place.
“You feel that?” he growls, his voice low and rough, his breath hot against my lips. “That’s me claiming you, owning every fucking inch of you. You’re mine, baby, and I’m going to make damn sure you never forget it.”
My nails dig into his shoulders, my head hitting the wall as he drives into me, his pace unforgiving. Each thrust sends a shockwave through me, the angle hitting a spot so deep and devastatingly perfect that it has me crying out his name. My body responds to him in a way I didn’t think possible, every nerve on fire with a pleasure so consuming it feels like too much and not enough all at once.
“Cole,” I gasp, my voice breaking as I cling to him, my body tightening around him with every powerful thrust. “I… I’m—”
“I know, baby,” he growls, his voice a mix of grit and need as he picks up the pace. “I can feel you. Come for me again. I want to feel you come all over my cock.”
His words push me over the edge again, and this time, the orgasm is even more intense. My entire body tenses, every muscle locking up as the pleasure crashes through me, stealing my breath and leaving me trembling in his arms. My walls pulse around him, and his groan is deep, and primal, as he thrusts into me one last time, spilling into me with a shuddering release.
For a moment, the only sounds in the elevator are our ragged breaths and the faint hum of the machinery. He holds me there, his forehead resting against mine, his hands gentle now as they stroke my sides.
“Do you have any idea how much I’ve wanted to do that? How much I’ve wanted you?” he whispers, his voice low and rough, each word intense and raw. His dark eyes search mine, and it feels like he’s laying everything bare. “And I’m not letting you go.”
As the words hang between us, he gently sets me back on my feet, his hands lingering on my waist like he’s reluctant to lose contact. He adjusts his suit with practiced ease, tucking himself away, while I quickly tug my dress back down, smoothing the fabric over my thighs. My fingers tremble, the aftermath of what just happened leaving me breathless, unsteady and honestly…unsure.
When the doors slide open, a group of wide-eyed gala attendees stares back at us. My cheeks flame as I quickly step out of the elevator on unsteady legs.
“Mia,” Cole calls after me, his tone softer now but no less commanding.
I glance back, my heart still racing. “Don’t think this changes anything.”
His grin is slow and wicked. “Oh, I think it changes everything.”
And as I walk away, the heat of his gaze burning into my back, I can’t help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, he’s right.
The End© Copyright © 2025 by LS Phoenix
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February 3, 2025
A Day in the Life of a Romance Author
Ever wonder what a romance author’s day looks like? Here’s a peek into mine:
Morning
I start the day with coffee (lots of coffee) and spend time plotting out scenes or rereading the last chapter I wrote (several times). Morning is my creative time when the words flow best.
Afternoon
After a quick lunch, I tackle the spicy scenes—because, let’s be honest, they require a lot of focus! This is when my playlists or favorite candles come into play to set the mood.
Evening
Editing, brainstorming, and answering emails fill my evenings. Sometimes I’ll take a walk to clear my head or jot down ideas for future stories.
Night
When inspiration strikes, I grab my computer and open my notes page and type out ideas before they escape. No matter how late it is, a story waits for no one! Even if it’s 2am!
February 1, 2025
January 31, 2025
Release Day: Swiped Right is Live!
The day has finally arrived, and I’m absolutely thrilled to share Swiped Right with you! This book has been such a labor of love, and I can’t wait for you to meet Grant Bennett and Paisley Carter—two characters who are as fiery as they are flawed, and who stole my heart from the very first chapter.
What’s the story?
When Paisley Carter accidentally swipes right on her boss on a dating app, she thinks her life couldn’t get any messier. Grant Bennett, the man who makes her workplace equal parts exhilarating and infuriating, isn’t exactly the guy she planned on matching with. But when office dynamics collide with undeniable chemistry, things get complicated—and oh-so-spicy.
Between Grant’s alpha tendencies and Paisley’s sharp tongue, sparks fly faster than you can swipe left. But as their professional lives and personal desires intertwine, the question remains: can they make it work, or will their connection crash and burn?
What makes Swiped Right a must-read?
If you’re a fan of:
• Laugh-out-loud banter (because who doesn’t love a heroine who can roast the hero?)
• Enemies-to-lovers tension (think stolen glances and heated arguments that lead to unforgettable moments)
• Steamy office romance vibes (because nothing’s spicier than mixing business with pleasure)
• Characters with depth and heart (because love stories should always make you feel something)—
…then you’re going to adore Swiped Right.
Meet the Stars of the Show
• Grant Bennett: A take-charge boss with a soft side he’d rather keep hidden. Grant is the kind of man who makes your knees weak and your heart race—whether he’s stealing your breath with a kiss or frustrating you with his stubbornness.
• Paisley Carter: A witty, strong-willed heroine who doesn’t take crap from anyone, especially not her boss. She’s equal parts sass and vulnerability, making her the perfect match for Grant (even if she refuses to admit it at first).
Teaser:
Grant leans back in his chair, arms crossed, his piercing gaze locked on me. “You’ve got that look,” he says, his voice laced with suspicion.
I raise an eyebrow. “What look?”
“The one where you’re planning something that’s either going to get you in trouble or make my life hell.”
A smirk tugs at my lips. “Why not both?”
He exhales sharply, shaking his head, but there’s a hint of a smile lurking at the corners of his mouth. “You’re impossible, you know that?”
“Impossible,” I counter, tapping my chin thoughtfully, “or irresistible?”
His eyes darken, the playful edge to his tone slipping into something deeper. “Dangerous,” he murmurs, leaning forward. “That’s what you are.”
The air between us crackles, and I can’t help but grin. “Well,” I say, standing tall, “I’ve always been a little dangerous.”
Why I Loved Writing This Book
Swiped Right started as a playful “what if” idea—a mix of dating app drama and workplace chaos—and quickly evolved into a story full of heart, heat, and humor. Paisley and Grant’s chemistry kept me on my toes the entire time, and I found myself laughing, swooning, and fanning myself right alongside them.
This book is for anyone who’s ever felt a little out of their depth, who’s had to navigate complicated relationships, or who just loves a good romance with a dash of spice and a whole lot of heart.
Get Your Copy Today
Swiped Right is officially available, and I’d love for you to dive into Paisley and Grant’s story! You can grab your copy here: https://a.co/d/5OvnWT4. This is also available in KU and paperback if that’s your jam!
Thank you for your support, for your excitement, and for letting me share these characters with you. I hope you laugh, cry, and swoon right alongside them.
Happy reading!
xo,
LS Phoenix
January 30, 2025
Alaskan Heat - Possible Story
Description:
When Harper Donovan moves to a remote Alaskan town for a fresh start, she finds herself the center of attention in a place where men outnumber women ten to one. But nothing—and no one—has her heart racing quite like rugged local Jake Lawson. Sparks fly, but is Harper ready for the kind of trouble Jake promises?
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© Copyright © 2025 by LS Phoenix
Moving to Alaska wasn’t exactly what I’d planned when I was job hunting, but when I saw the listing for an administrative position at a small local business, I figured, why not? I hadn’t really paid much attention to the fact that the ad said it was women only until I got here.
It wasn’t until I was standing at the front of the tiny local bar, the only one in town, that I realized something was off.
“Are you lost, sweetheart?” The deep voice cuts through the chatter as I sit down at the bar. The man speaking is rugged in a way only Alaska can breed—dark hair, scruffy beard, and a flannel that hugs a very wide chest. His ice-blue eyes bore into mine, and I feel a flush crawl up my neck.
“Uh, no, I just moved here. Starting a new job tomorrow.” I force a smile, not sure why he’s staring at me like I’m a steak and he’s starving.
He leans on the bar, those muscular forearms flexing as he narrows his gaze. “You’re the new girl they were talking about?”
“Girl?” I laugh awkwardly. “I’m a woman, thank you very much.”
“Oh, you’re definitely all woman,” he rumbles, eyes traveling slowly over me like he’s appraising every inch. “But you might not know what you’ve walked into.”
I blink. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
He chuckles, a low, throaty sound that sends an unexpected shiver down my spine. “Well… we’ve got a bit of a shortage in this town.” He leans closer, his voice dropping to a growl. “Of women. Men outnumber you ten to one, honey. Which means you’re gonna have a lot of attention. Whether you like it or not.”
My heart stutters in my chest. Attention? Me?
That’s new.
I’ve always been the awkward, shy girl. In my family, I’m the “ugly sister,” the one who’s too clumsy, too short, and too…everything, according to them. Sure, I have long red hair and curves, but I’ve never been the kind of woman guys fall over themselves for. I’ve gotten used to blending into the background, which is where I’ve always liked to be.
But here… something’s different. The way this guy is looking at me makes me feel exposed, like maybe I’m not as invisible as I thought.
“I doubt that,” I mutter, suddenly self-conscious.
He raises an eyebrow. “Trust me. Around here, you’re practically a queen. Hell, with that hair, those eyes…” His gaze sweeps down to my curves, lingering a little too long. “You put Jessica Rabbit to shame.”
I snort, trying to shake off the weird heat climbing through me. “Okay, now you’re just messing with me.”
He smirks. “Stick around. You’ll see.”
There’s a moment of silence, the hum of conversation and clink of glasses fading into the background as our eyes lock. He’s too close now, and I can feel the warmth of his body, smell the faint scent of pine and wood smoke on his skin. It’s intoxicating, a little dizzying.
“So, what’s your name, city girl?”
“Harper, Harper Donovan,” I manage, trying not to look at his lips. Big mistake.
“Harper,” he repeats, slow, like he’s savoring it. “Nice to meet you. I’m Jake Lawson.”
Before I can stop myself, I blurt, “Do all the guys here look like you?”
He grins, leaning even closer until his lips brush the shell of my ear. “No, sweetheart. I’m one of a kind.” His breath is hot on my skin, sending a jolt of heat straight through me.
My pulse races. I don’t know if it’s the isolation of the town or the fact that I haven’t been touched by a man in way too long, but there’s something magnetic about him. I’m drawn in, even though I barely know him.
“You should probably stay away from me,” he says, his voice rough and full of promises I’m not sure I’m ready for. “Unless you want trouble.”
My heart skips a beat, but instead of retreating, I lift my chin. “Maybe I like trouble.”
His eyes darken, and before I know it, his hand is on the back of my neck, pulling me closer. “You have no idea what you’re asking for.”
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I’d love to know if you think I should write this. I’m thinking this would also make a great spicy contemporary romcom with a fun FMC and a definite grumpy MMC. Let me know your thoughts in the comments. Or you can join my Reader Group and let me know there.
© Copyright © 2025 by LS Phoenix
No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the
publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law.
January 29, 2025
WIP Update: A Taste of Gratitude
Hey, readers! 💖
I’m thrilled to share an update on A Taste of Gratitude, a story that’s been brewing since Thanksgiving last year. If you’ve been following along, you might remember the first couple of chapters I shared back then—filled with the cozy, nostalgic vibes of the holiday season. Well, I’m back at it, and this book has taken on a life of its own!
Here’s what you can expect: Addison has always had a soft spot for Landon—a man she’s wanted forever but who’s never been easy to pin down. One moment, he’s hot, sending sparks flying between them, and the next, he’s distant, leaving her questioning everything. Their connection is undeniable, but the constant push and pull has left her emotionally worn.
Then Caleb comes into the picture—a charismatic, steady presence with a charm that’s hard to ignore. Where Landon has been complicated and uncertain, Caleb is refreshing and clear, showing Addison what it feels like to be truly seen and valued.
Addison’s journey is one of passion, heartache, and self-discovery, as she finds herself caught between the two men who make her feel alive in completely different ways. This book will have all the steam, all the emotions, and all the drama you’ve come to love in my stories.
Thank you for being patient as I dive deeper into Addison’s world and unravel the complexities of her relationships. I’m so excited to bring you along for the ride—expect sneak peeks, teasers, and updates as I go. I also plan to possibly revamp the cover, I LOVE it now but it might not fit the story as it goes along, you will understand that more after you read it. Don’t worry that handsome face will get used on another book, can’t NOT use him! 😜
Stay tuned, because A Taste of Gratitude will be dishing out all the spice and heart you’ve been craving!
XO,
LS Phoenix
January 28, 2025
Quiz Time: Which Romance Hero Would Be Your Book Boyfriend?
Are you ready to find out which swoon-worthy romance hero is your perfect match? Take this fun quiz and discover whether you’re destined for the brooding bad boy, the charming billionaire, or the loyal best friend turned lover!
Question 1: What’s your ideal first date?
a) A candlelit dinner at an exclusive restaurant.
b) A spontaneous road trip to nowhere.
c) A cozy night in, binge-watching your favorite shows.
d) An adventurous hike followed by a picnic.
Question 2: Which quality makes your heart skip a beat?
a) Confidence and charisma.
b) A mysterious, brooding vibe.
c) Kindness and dependability.
d) A wild sense of humor.
Question 3: How does your dream guy show his love?
a) Grand gestures and lavish surprises.
b) Protecting you from harm and always having your back.
c) Quietly being there for you through thick and thin.
d) Making you laugh even on the hardest days.
Question 4: What’s your favorite romance trope?
a) Billionaire romance.
b) Enemies to lovers.
c) Friends to lovers.
d) Forced proximity.
Question 5: What’s your idea of the perfect weekend?
a) Jetting off to a luxury destination.
b) Getting lost in a good book or your favorite hobby.
c) Spending quality time with close friends and family.
d) Going on an unplanned adventure.
Results
💼 Mostly A’s: The Charming Billionaire
You’re drawn to the allure of luxury and confidence. Your book boyfriend is the dashing billionaire who knows how to sweep you off your feet with his charm, wit, and grand romantic gestures.
🖤 Mostly B’s: The Brooding Bad Boy
You can’t resist a little mystery and danger. Your perfect match is the enigmatic bad boy with a heart of gold. He’s fiercely protective and will do whatever it takes to win your heart.
💕 Mostly C’s: The Loyal Best Friend
You value trust, dependability, and someone who’s been by your side through thick and thin. Your book boyfriend is the best friend turned lover, the one who knows you better than anyone.
🤣 Mostly D’s: The Playful Adventurer
You crave laughter and spontaneity. Your match is the carefree adventurer who brings excitement to your life and always knows how to keep things lighthearted and fun.
So, who’s your book boyfriend? Share your results in the comments! Let me know your favorite romance tropes or heroes, and I’ll give you personalized book recommendations in future posts.
January 27, 2025
5 Spicy Romance Books That Inspired Me
Some books leave a mark that’s impossible to ignore. Here are five spicy romance books that inspired me to pick up the pen and dive into my own love stories:
1. Birthday Girl by Penelope Douglas
A forbidden love story with heat, heart, and an edge that kept me hooked from start to finish.
2. A Not So Meet Cute by Meghan Quinn
A laugh-out-loud romantic comedy with sizzling tension and unforgettable characters.
3. Sweet Dandelion by Micalea Smeltzer
A beautifully emotional story with just the right amount of spice to make your heart race.
4. Praise by Sara Cate
This one isn’t for the faint of heart—its bold, daring storyline is perfectly paired with heartfelt emotion.
5. Twisted Love by Ana Huang
A gripping story with intense chemistry and an alpha hero you’ll either love or hate.
These books taught me that romance can be heartfelt, hilarious, and unapologetically steamy all at once.
January 26, 2025
Tips for Writing Steamy Scenes That Feel Authentic
Creating spicy scenes that resonate with readers can be a fine balance between passion and believability. Here are some tips to help you write steamy moments that feel authentic and leave a lasting impression:
1. Focus on the Emotion, Not Just the Action
Steamy scenes are most impactful when they showcase the characters’ emotions, not just their physical connection. Show how their feelings—desire, love, vulnerability—drive the moment. This creates depth and prevents the scene from feeling superficial.
2. Know Your Characters
Stay true to your characters’ personalities and their relationship dynamics. Is one of them more dominant or shy? Are they exploring something new together? Let their unique traits shape the scene.
3. Use Sensory Details Thoughtfully
Engage all five senses to immerse the reader in the scene. Describe the brush of skin, the sound of a ragged breath, or the scent of their surroundings. Subtle, vivid details make the experience more real without overwhelming the reader.
4. Avoid Overused Clichés
Phrases like “electric sparks” or “waves of passion” can feel generic. Instead, aim for fresh, specific language that fits the tone of your story and the characters’ voices.
5. Balance Dialogue and Description
Dialogue can amplify intimacy when done right—teasing words, whispered confessions, or even playful banter can heighten the tension. Just make sure it flows naturally and doesn’t feel forced.
6. Pace the Scene with Care
Build anticipation before diving into the moment. A lingering glance, a subtle touch, or a hesitant pause can make the eventual release feel more satisfying.
7. Stay Authentic to Your Voice
Don’t write what you think a steamy scene should sound like—write it how you envision it. Authenticity comes from staying true to your style and storytelling approach.
8. Show, Don’t Tell
Rather than stating “they were consumed by passion,” illustrate it through their actions and reactions. Describe how their bodies move, how they respond to each other, and how they lose themselves in the moment.
9. Read Spicy Books for Inspiration
Analyze how your favorite authors write steamy scenes. Pay attention to what works and what doesn’t, and use those insights to refine your own writing.
10. Edit with a Critical Eye
After drafting, step away and revisit the scene with fresh eyes. Look for anything that feels awkward, overly dramatic, or out of character, and refine it for maximum impact.
Above all, remember that the most memorable steamy scenes are about more than just spice—they’re about connection, vulnerability, and the unique bond between your characters. Happy writing!
