Ever since that mega-sex scene in The Khekarian Threat (you’ll know which sex scene I mean when you get there, there will be no doubt whatsoever), my husband Greg has insisted there be more like it in the following books on the basis that readers will be disappointed if there is not – Not only that, but he claims if I can’t do a thirty-page stint in each and every book, I should at least put in six five-page stints, or some combination that equals that.
Hey, mister, I can’t just put sex scenes in anywhere.
“Why not?” he wants to know.
Because, it’s got to fit into the story, that’s why. It can’t just be added to spice things up and for no other reason – people notice that sort of thing. If you’ve got nothing else but people hopping into bed every other page, there’s not much to be said for plot.
“But six sex scenes in 600 pages is only one scene per hundred,” he reasoned (he’s quite good at that).
Okay, okay, as readers already know, I’ve got a few sex scenes into book two (The King’s Sacrifice) and that worked. So, yes, naturally, there will be some sex scenes in book three (The Bastard Line) by the time I’ve finished it.
“Good!” says Greg.
The other day, he came home and instead of the usual, “How many pages today, dear?” he asked outright, “Is there sex in there yet?”
There will be, there will be!
(Actually, I’m glad he likes my writing, and he does – not just the sex scenes.)