Y’know, it’s kinda hard to have a sex scene when I can’t figure out how to get two people together in the same room at the same time?
Furthermore, it doesn’t help that she’s a fugitive and he’s the cop huntin’ her ass!
I can’t stand contrived love/sex scenes. This is probably why I’ve never successfully crafted a romance novel. Falling madly in love and planning a life long commitment within twenty-four hours of meeting each other strikes me as utterly ridiculous.
A drunken grope against a wall outside a bar? That’s doable. Okay, so I’ve heard . . .
Anyway, I do want this couple to have a happily-ever-after . . . eventually. But it will take far longer than the 72 hours that I plan to cover in this manuscript. Not to mention that both characters are emotionally closed, for different reasons. And though emotions are heightened as a result of the danger they face, it’s not the stuff of longevity.
The seed has already been planted for a follow-up story featuring both protags. Perhaps I could grow their love across the arc of three books and not just this first one; because two books does not a series make.
I need to get through this one first. As I’m typing, the idea of grief sex just popped into my head. I said SEX, not love.
Today’s word count 2223