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Sizzling heat. Clenched teeth. Desire beyond reason…or rationale.

It’s not easy to write a scene that captures your reader’s imagination and attention. To hold them in a grip so tight…they go up in flames.

I want you to share your Smoking Hot scene, the one that sends the reader…up in flames. Don’t forget your buy links!!

It doesn’t have to be graphic, tension can increase the pounding of our blood. Lead us to the moment, keep us hanging by a thread.

To start it off, here’s a snippet from Anne Lange, a contemporary erotic romance author, and her book:


This is a promotional image only, and not the official cover.


Even the hottest sex might not be enough to
ease the pain of the past…

Molly Simpson arrives at
a beautiful provincial park, ready to spend the May Two-Four holiday camping
with friends. This weekend is the highlight of her year—or it was, until Tanner
Daivies showed up. Her high school crush is all grown up, sexy as sin, and he’s
demanding answers—answers Molly isn’t sure she can give him. She had her
reasons for leaving him all those years ago, but now, sex with Tanner is
scorching, and when they’re together, it’s clear they were never meant to be
apart. But the past doesn’t want to stay buried, and Molly isn’t sure reliving
it is worth the risk…


He groaned. “You’re wet.”
Her cheeks heated at his observation. His tenderness overwhelmed her as he
eased a finger inside, leisurely pumping it in and out. Pleasure zinged along
her nerves. When he withdrew, she mewled at the loss until he slid a tiny bit
higher to tap her clitoris.
Gasping, a wave of sensation rolled through her body, and she jerked her
hips, seeking more. He rubbed her clit, round and round in tiny circles. She
tensed her thighs, the tingles of an impending orgasm blossoming. He stopped,
kneeling back to peel her jeans off. As he stood to remove his own clothes, she
contemplated his body. Her breath caught in awe every time. At twenty-two, he
was in his prime—big, muscular, and strong. Her fingers itched to trace the
contours of his hard stomach.
Her gaze travelled lower. He threw his clothing aside and put a condom over
his straining erection. His hands shook.
You’d think this was their first time.
Straddling her hips, he sank to his knees. Lowering to settle his body over
hers, he supported his weight on his forearms. At the moment of impact, skin to
skin, a tremor rolled through her. The hair on his legs tickled. He pressed the
warmth of his chest against her breasts. The hard length of his cock rested hot
and heavy against her sex. She quivered. In his arms, she was complete.
His eyes glowed with passion. He placed soft kisses on the side of her
neck, her collarbone, and the tip of each breast, sliding his body lower,
making his way down her stomach to her belly button. He dipped his tongue in
and swirled it around. A sensual shiver danced over her skin.
Grasping her hips in both hands, he continued his journey. He shimmied
until his shoulders were wedged tight between her thighs. Then he stopped. Hot
little puffs of air tickled her exposed flesh. She glanced down her body.
Tanner lay there, staring at her intimate parts. She remembered the
embarrassment she’d felt the first time he’d gone down on her. It hadn’t taken
long before it turned to exquisite torture and then mind-numbing bliss,
something she anticipated each time they made love.
She heard him exhale as he placed the lightest of kisses on her clit, a
butterfly touch at first, barely there. Tease. He applied the smallest amount
of pressure, and she groaned. He swiped his tongue down through her slit, and
back up, capturing the cream that flowed free.
“God, you taste good.”
She couldn’t resist. “You work in the restaurant business, and the only
word you can come up with to describe taste is good? Not very impressive.”

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Author BIO

Anne Lange grew up with a love of reading. In fact, if you take a close
look, she’s got a book with her where ever she goes, and will usually sneak in
at least a chapter or ten whenever she can spare a few minutes. She reads many
genres of fiction, but prefers to write sexy romance with attractive men,
strong females, and always a happily ever after.

While embarking on a career as a
romance author, Anne juggles a full time job and a family. She grew up in
Southern Ontario (Canada), but now makes her home in Eastern Ontario where she
lives with her husband and three children, and Rocky the bearded dragon. 

with the Author

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