Apologies to Sister Isadore
By Sabrina Sol
I’ll be the first to admit it – I’m a “good girl.” I’ve always been one, probably always will be one.
I’ll tell a cashier if he or she gives me back too much change, I’ve never snuck into a movie I didn’t pay to see and “damn it” is the extent of my cussing vocabulary.
Whether it’s my position as the eldest child in my family or my 12 years of Catholic school upbringing, it’s been ingrained in me to be always be good and never “bad.” To this day, I can still remember the one time I was ever scolded by one of the nuns at my elementary school. Her name was Sister Isadore and her look of disappointment (not to mention the swat on my behind) was enough to convince me at only 7 years old that I didn’t like being labeled as a “naughty” girl.
That said, it shocked no one more than me when I decided I wanted to write erotic romance. Not because I think erotica writers are all evil miscreants. But because good girls – aka nice girls – aren’t supposed to talk about S-E-X. Let alone write things like this:
“Finally, he glided the thin fabric down and off her legs. The second he made contact with her swollen folds, she bucked against his mouth. He lapped her sex with long, soft swipes—fully enjoying the taste of her sweet honey and her whimpers for more.” — REUNITED
I’ve come to the realization that writing erotic romance is the perfect outlet for this so-called “nice” girl. It’s an escape of sorts and a chance to see how the other side lives – even if it’s only for a couple thousand words.
Magdelena Cruz, my heroine in REUNITED, is a good girl who wants to be bad – very, very bad – with a certain former classmate. She even creates a new identity just so she can live out her fantasy to spend one night with the man of her dreams.
Here’s the official blurb:
What would you do if you had the chance to sleep with your unrequited high school crush?
If you’re former geek Magdelena Cruz, you’d do him in a heartbeat. But you’d lie about your true identity first and hope your new sexy persona is enough to create a night you’ll never forget with the one man you’ve always wanted. Meanwhile, Will Hudson is a workaholic assistant district attorney who doesn’t have time for a love life. He signed up for Madame Evangeline’s 1Night Stand experience expecting to scratch an itch with a willing stranger. He has no idea that his date is no stranger at all.
A reunion between these two classmates will be hotter than the scorching Las Vegas sun. But will the heat be enough to spark something deeper or will they both end up getting burned by Magdelena’s charade?
So it’s true. Good girls can be naughty too. Just ask Sister Isadore. She ended up leaving the convent to get married.
And who knows? Maybe she even writes erotic romance.
Standing in front of the door to the suite, she let the magnitude of the moment sink in. All logic and practicality fled. She’d left both back at home with her pocket protector and sensible shoes. The situation called for her to be impulsive, daring and confident.
If you are, then he will finally be yours….
She smoothed her dress, adjusted her bra, and blew into her hand for a breath check. Satisfied, she slid her key card into the slot and pushed the door open.
A blaring TV welcomed her. Not that she expected a violin serenade, but she hadn’t planned on competing with a basketball game for her date’s attention. She frowned.
“Pass the ball, you idiot!” Will shouted.
Tingling from head to toe at the sound of his voice, she released a slow breath.
It’s now or never, Magdelena.
“Hello?” she called.
The TV turned off instantly. A second later, he walked into her view.
Her throat tightened.
The years had been good to him. No, they’d been great to him. Although she’d seen pictures on the alumni website, they didn’t do him justice. Every visible inch of his body appeared chiseled from stone. A dark gray shirt and black slacks perfectly accentuated every muscle. He wore his dark hair shorter than she’d seen in the photos, but his blue eyes were more piercing than ever. He looked her over, settling on her cleavage and her nipples that had come to attention the minute she saw him. Then he raised his eyes to meet hers.
“Hello, Elena.” His deep voice lit her soul on fire.
He doesn’t recognize me. This plan might work after all.
Sabrina Sol loves love. She writes spicy romance stories featuring strong Latina heroines in search of love, success and happiness. She lives in Southern California with her husband, three kids and two Beagles. And she’s part of a large, extended Mexican family which may – or may not – be the source of inspiration for some of her characters. You can visit with Sabrina on her website at www.sabrinasol.com or on her blog at www.theromancechica.com.