Sultry Seasons with Guest Blogger: Berengaria Brown

Chat with erotica author Berengaria Brown
today at the Book Boost!

Here's what she had to say about writing with seasons...

I have two stories set at Christmas. One is a short MM story about two men who meet while rehearsing for a Christmas musical presentation (Noticing Nigel). Most of the action takes place inside, but there is mention that it's cold, but fine, when they leave the conference center for lunch.


The other story, also an MM, (Perfectly Presented) involves shopping for gifts for disadvantaged children. The weather is very cold, but not snowing.


I have one story set at midsummer (Turning Up the Heat). The hot weather is very much part of the plot of that story, and the fact that an air-conditioner is running all day. I have another story set on summer vacation at the beach (Summer Sizzle). The heat is not mentioned, but they swim, so it's obviously not cool.


But all the rest of my books? I confess the weather is usually fine if the characters are outdoors. It may not be warm, but it's not too cold to go walking, and it never seems to snow.


Clearly I'm missing some of the seasons. I obviously need to think of the possibilities of what characters could do on a cold, snowy day. Likely, they wouldn't be shoveling the walk!


I do use the scents of being outdoors. The sweet smell of flowers, the scent of barbecue wafting across the air, and the refreshing sensation of a cool breeze on sweaty skin after some hot outdoor sex.


In a Halloween story (Dogged Pursuit) the characters are under the trees down by the river in the evening. The season there is important, as it adds a sharp edge of expectation to the story. The “what if” factor.


In different books my characters go hiking, or just for a walk. They climb sand dunes and hills, They swim at the beach. In one story a character with a broken leg does rehabilitation exercises at a local swimming pool (Rose's Renaissance). In another book the two heroes actually meet at a swimming pool (Fire and Light).


I love plants, flowers, gardens, so several of my books are set around those features. In one the triad goes on vacation to a resort (Double Satisfaction). In another they work at a botanical garden (Blooming Love).


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Blurb:


A series of naked, well-endowed statues in the local park encourage lovers Fleur, Ricky, and Heath to indulge in some hot, naughty public sex. But is there more to these statues than rock-hard abs?

Lily and Flynn have been trapped inside a statue since last Halloween. When a mischievous god with a love of all things sexual swaps them for the trio of lovers, can the strength of their love set them all free?

Excerpt:

Heath was staring up at a statue of a woman wearing nothing much, with one huge breast exposed.

“Climb up and kiss it, Heath and I'll take your photo,” called Fleur.

Heath shrugged the backpack off his shoulders and took a run up to the statue, catching hold of her elbows and kissing the breast, before dropping back to the ground.

The three laughed over the rather blurry photo on Fleur's phone then Heath picked up his backpack and they continued walking around the little path, which took another turn.

“We seem to be walking around this never-ending hedge-thing. I wonder what it is,” commented Fleur.

Still another turn took them to the opening in the hedge and a sign.

“It's a maze! Oh awesome, come, on,” called Fleur running inside. “Right or left?”

Ricky scanned the sign, but there was no key to the maze there. “Likely we'll be stuck here for a hundred years, slowly starving and turning into skeletons,” he wailed in as mournful a voice as he could manage.

“Our bones will be found by archeologists on a dig in the year 2100,” added Heath in a sepulchral tone.

But Fleur just laughed, turning right and left as they meandered through the maze.

After half a dozen dead-ends, and just when Ricky was getting tired of the game, they found themselves in the center of the maze. There was a cluster of benches to sit on, and a fountain.
Predictably, in the middle of the fountain was a statue of a man and a woman, dressed in long cloaks and very little else, in a clinch.

“You know, people say art today is pornographic, but when you look at statues like the ones in the Gardens here, they're definitely anatomically correct,” said Heath.

“Oh yes. Just think of all the famous paintings we studied in school. Most of them were naked too. And David,” added Fleur, licking her lips.

“David who?” Ricky wasn't following her conversation.

“Michelangelo's David. Now he's mighty easy on the eyes.”

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