Studenstein Blog Tour with Daisy Harris

My Very First Strap-On

Today marks the first stop on the blog tour for my new release, Studenstein! As such, Lisa invited me to talk a little about what I do as an erotic romance writer to keep the hot smexin’ fresh and exciting. 

Well, with some of my other books, I might have scratched my head. But not with Studenstein! Oh no, in this book I entered into a brave new chapter of my erotic repertoire—pegging.

You might be surprised to hear that I have never actually strapped one on and plugged a guy. I’ll admit, it sounds like something I would do. It even feels like something I must have done at some point. However, as many times as I’ve scanned my memories of my wildest years…nope. I’m fairly certain I never got around to it. And that is a shame.

The idea of a pegging scene occurred to me very early in my Studenstein planning stages. My initial ideas for the book were: What if a man built to be sexy, charming, and physically perfect suddenly couldn’t perform? Would he still be a hero without the sexuality he normally relied on? Would he, in fact, grow into a better person, and possibly the more of a man than ever before?

So, I needed to essentially castrate my hero from early in the book. This, in and of itself, provided a lot of challenges as a writer. First, in terms of plot device. But more importantly, I needed to make him still sexy despite his inability to have sex.

I could have made my (and my characters’) lives easier by having my hero and heroine engage in oral sex or somesuch. But here’s the rub: My heroine Shani hates sex at the start of the book. She’s scarred inside and out from years of abuse in her distant past. So… She’s not really up for anything either.

Great conflict, right? But I was left with a question: What the heck were they going to do with each other for the first half of the book?

It’s complicated, and you’re going to have to read the story to find out. But there is a strap-on involved. And Shani, for all her hatred of the sex act, can work a rubber cock like nobody’s business. The scene is simple, and less graphic than others later in the story. However, it’s cathartic for both my hero and heroine. Sometimes reversing roles is the best way to really see another being as an actual person, with feelings and thoughts as profound as your own.

So in the end (haha, get it? “The end?”), pegging was worth it. Despite long and cough difficult hours searching for instructive videos online, the scene drove my characters forward, and eventually helped them fall in love. And in…the end…that’s what makes for the best kind of sex.

Thanks for having me on the blog, Lisa! And folks—don’t forget to leave a comments to enter to win a $25 Barnes and Noble gift card. Tell me, what’s your favorite slightly-obscure sex act?

Blurb:

Studenstein (Book two in the Love-Bots series)

A man built for sex… A woman who wants more…

Freedom fighter Shani Brown is determined to drag the ungrateful Royce back to her team in Seattle. Despite his denial of mistreatment, she wants to give him a chance at a better life. Due to her horrific past as an unlicensed love-bot, Shani never plans to have sex again. But Royce’s makers punish him remotely with crippling pain. His only escape is to orgasm. Never one to turn her back on a job, Shani soon finds herself servicing him—and soon after, caring for him.

Love-bot Royce Harden wasn’t looking to be rescued, especially not from the San Francisco BDSM club where he was having a perfectly good time. But rescued he was—by a hellcat bent on delivering him to her people. As Royce starts to trust Shani, he begins to dream of freedom. But freedom comes with a price. Royce must face his vanity, his makers, and even the loss of his sexual upgrades if he’s going to be the man Shani deserves.

Excerpt:

“I’m sure you’re everything your makers built you to be.”

Royce wondered why her compliment seemed backhanded.

“But boy…” She lifted her hand from the bed. Royce thought she might touch him—lay her slender brown fingers on his cheek, or pat his arm at least. Instead, she lowered her fist back to the bedspread. “You are more than that.”

He snickered, trying to throw off some of those sickly feelings invading his thoughts. Fear, self-doubt—those were things he only remembered from his very first days. He never planned to revisit that state again. “What they built was pretty damn awesome.” Royce rolled onto his back, breaking their connection.

“Yeah…” Shani did pat his arm then, and squeezed it right over his biceps. Royce smiled to think she’d been appreciating his muscles. Then he realized how fucking superficial that made him sound.

Whatever “but” she’d been planning, Shani left unsaid. “Hey, can you sleep? ’Cuz I’d like to.” She grabbed a couple of thin blankets from a shelf overhead.

“Yeah.” Royce tucked a hand between his legs. The numbness still felt odd—the sensation thick like Novocain. But the darting nerve pain was gone for the time being. “For a while, at least.”

Shani reached up and flicked off the light. Once it was dark, and they both lay cocooned in their own wrap, she spoke. “If… I mean, when you’re in pain like that again…” She let out a breath that ruffled his hair. In the dark, he saw the outline of her wild hair and her curvy body. “Well, it’s not like I minded. You can ask me…if you like.

He didn’t answer, fearing relief might shake his voice if he said thank you.

Author bio:

Birkenstock-wearing glamour girl and mother of two by immaculate conception, Daisy Harris still isn’t sure if she writes erotica. Her paranormal romances start out innocently enough. However, her characters behave like complete sluts. Much to Miss Harris’s dismay, the sex tends to get completely out of hand.

 If you like science-y subplots, fantastical creatures, and red-hot chemistry, you’ll love Daisy Harris.

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