I have a wonderful guest today – a fellow Rebel Writer and she has the perfect Valentine’s Day piece – come take a few minutes with Anne Holly…
A Guest Post by Anne Holly
The question of virgin heroes is one of those topics that never fail to inspire some sort of reaction. There are plenty of romance readers who are steadfastly anti-virgin heroes; some who refuse to read them; some who even get annoyed by them. I knew this when I began writing V-Day, my own virgin hero story, and could even sympathize with the reasoning.
Virgin males aren’t exactly the typical romance heroes, as if they have failed to live up to the manly category by failing to collect those bedpost notches. It’s also fairly difficult to make a virgin hero that rings true – he either has to be very young, which isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, or he has to have been in some sort of cult, monastery or hospital, all of which are fairly problematic. (For this reason, virgin hero stories almost always work best in the context of historical rural/religious settings.) Finally, the awkwardness of virginity can dampen the suaveness we’ve all come to expect from male leads.
I understand all of these problems, and I appreciate them, and they were ones I had to address. Daniel, my virgin, is 19 in the story, and well aware that’s a bit long to hold on to one’s virginity in this day in age. But, living with his family, and not having a car, does tend to stunt one’s sexual freedom, even while a college student. Further, he has this problem – “niceguyitis”. All the girls he likes end up liking him too much to sleep with him, and he ends up being their “friend.” So, what’s a nice guy to do?
That’s the story that V-Day tells.
I admit virgin heroes were not my greatest reading wish, either, before I wrote V-Day. I prefer seasoned heroes, myself. Reformed rakes are okay, but men who’ve lived, and lost, and are headed for perdition or redemption – those are my cup of tea, I admit. But, a slender, awkward, slightly-geeky violin prodigy like Daniel? I never would have guessed I would learn so much from him.
I have found there are a few distinct positives to virgin heroes – the first of which has to be the sex drive that comes with a 19 year old man, sans the aches and pains that start settling into the bones about my age, who has saved up all that energy for that one special lady… Whew. Okay, I admit that has a lot of potential, especially in an erotic romance. Besides, who could resist the lure of “training” him just to their liking? Finally, in the age of man whores and the various germs going about today, so pure he can float is not an unappealing idea. There is something irresistibly sweet about someone who has no baggage, no little black book, no stream of locker room talk – just all that anticipation and eagerness to learn.
So, I admit. I may not be a convert, but I am no longer in the anti-virgin hero camp. Daniel taught me many things by, well, by learning many things.
V-Day, an erotic romantic comedy for Valentine’s Day:
It all started with a serenade…
A family like Daniel’s and the solitary pursuit of musical excellence is enough to make a young man crazy. No wonder all Daniel Vouks dreams of is getting away. He knows his violin will take him places in life, but the only place he really wants to be is next door. He’s been in love with his neighbor since he was fourteen, but can he ever make her see him as more than just a lovesick kid?
V-Day is the story of a Valentine’s Day weekend Daniel fears he may regret, but will never, ever forget.
Bronwyn rested her temple against her propped up hand and contemplated him a moment. “How old are you, anyway?” she asked, a glint of humor dancing around the green and gold in her eyes.
“Almost twenty,” he answered, looking away. “Well, twenty in about ten months.”
“Oh man,” she groaned. “You just turned nineteen?” He nodded and she closed her eyes and shook her head. “Do you know how old I am?”
Daniel knew he could guess freely but decided against it. “I don’t know that your age makes any difference to me,” he answered honestly.
“Twenty-seven,” she supplied anyway. “I’ll be twenty-eight in May.”
“Wow, so we’re literally May and December.” He smiled.
“Yeah, but the other way around.”
“You know, I don’t get the problem about age,” he shrugged. “As long as both people are adults, what’s the big deal?” He realized in a moment of panic he was assuming too much, referring to them as if they were considering a relationship. But the way she looked at him during brunch made him think he wasn’t just falling prey to wishful thinking here. “Besides, women live longer than men anyway, so doesn’t it make sense that the man be a little younger when the relationship starts? Why not do the reverse of how people usually do it?”
“Craziness,” she murmured and shook her head, standing from the table.
“Who? Me?” he asked innocently.
Refusing to answer further, she asked if he wanted coffee instead.
Out of habit he almost said no but changed his mind. “Yes, actually,” he said, gratefully accepting the steaming cup from her, adding silently that today seemed like a good day for change.
Daniel insisted on doing the dishes and cleared the table while Bronwyn disappeared into another part of the house. Scrubbing at the maple syrup, he almost didn’t notice her return until she was right behind him. The pressure of her front against his back was subtle and he wanted to dismiss it as accidental since she was placing a fork he’d missed into the sink, but the feel of her breasts against him made his chest tight and instantly brought a response from his body.
He felt her stretch away to the counter but she made no effort to put distance between her belly and his buttocks, making him slowly realize that the pressure hadn’t been so accidental.
“Drink?” she asked, her voice now a bit husky as she held a flute of orange juice around his chest for him.
Though it looked like plain orange juice, the fluted glass and the naughty tone in her voice almost made him mention he was technically not old enough to drink alcohol legally. But not wanting to kill the mood made him think better of it as he took the sip Bronwyn offered. It was frothy and had the slight flavor of wine and he wondered if it was the bubbles that were suddenly making him feel light headed or something far more primitive.
Sitting the glass down, Bronwyn reached beyond him and turned off the faucet, her breasts overtly against his back which was now taut with attention to her every breath and movement. Unsure whether to turn around or not, and unwilling to risk breaking the spell they were weaving or letting her know he was already hard as a rock, Daniel stood stalk still, his chest rising and falling deeply as he listened to the intoxicating rustle of her clothing against his.
“So,” she whispered against one of his shoulder blades, “what are your plans for today?”
Daniel managed only a weak croak that indicated nothing. Hell, at the moment, he could’ve been expected for a NASA launch that afternoon and he’d have sworn his calendar was free.
“Coast is clear all weekend,” he joked, hoping he sounded debonair.
Hot and cold shivers skittered down his nervous system in waves when puffs of her hot breath kissed the downy curls at the back of his neck and an uncomfortably un-masculine weakness melted his knees. A humiliating little squeak escaped him from somewhere below his heart, deep in his belly.
“Oh God,” he breathed as she rubbed his length through his thick cords, praying for fortitude.
Finally, he could take no more as he spun into her arms where he found her in nothing but a robe of alluring dark teal made from yards of a floating, dreamy cloth he couldn’t name. Sending up a silent prayer of gratitude, Daniel allowed his instincts to take over and grasped her by the hips, pulling her into a somewhat clumsy but passionate kiss.
“I knew you’d taste this good,” he murmured absently against her lips, following her as she backed up toward the table without breaking the link of their mouths even as she hopped up on the surface and began to undo his fly with eager hands.
“Are we…I mean, this is really going to…” Not yet fully believing his luck, Daniel’s brain fumbled as all of his usually articulate speech flew out of his brain. Unsure how to say what he knew he needed to ask, he ground out, “A rubber, I don’t have any.”
“Were you born this practical?” Bronwyn asked as she whipped off his plain, black belt. “I’ve been on the pill since I was your age.” She pulled him down to her so she could playfully nip at his ear lope before whispering. “Have you been a dirty boy?”
“Only by myself,” he promised, thanking his lucky stars. “I swear it.”
Bronwyn laughed a moment then suddenly pushed at his chest lightly. “Wait…You’re serious?”
Discomforted, Daniel couldn’t answer as he watched the realization about his virginity dawn on her face. He wanted to pour through the floor and never be seen again.
“Well…” she said, giving a mischievous little grin that seemed to drip with mysterious overtones of feminine power and satisfaction. “This is interesting,” she purred, licking the lobe where she’d just nipped. “We might need the whole weekend after all.” She nuzzled into his neck. “Seems I get to break you in,” she teased with a saucy laugh.
“Help yourself,” he offered magnanimously as they folded in on one another.
For more information about my Valentine’s Day erotic romantic comedy, V-Day, please see my holiday stories website: http://annehollyholiday.webs.com/valentinesdaytales.htm
Anne Holly is a Canadian writer of romance and erotic-romance, as well as a mother and teacher. You may visit Anne at her blog or website, or find her on GoodReads, Facebook and Twitter (@anneholly2010). Sign up for her newsletter here. Email: email@example.com.
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