Writing Romantic Love Scenes by Susan Hanniford Crowley

Stormy LifeVampire KingSusan photoI’m all about the romance. To me sex isn’t fun unless it emerges from love. When I write, in most scenes, I like the hero and heroine to take their time and learn about each other. Each time they are together, they each learn something new both sensual and fun about their partner.

Start with a gaze. What is she thinking? What is he thinking? Once they get past the compliments and smiles and laughs, the gaze becomes more intense.  At this point either the hero or heroine may have doubts.  Whatever is said in the next few moments will either dissipate the passion or fire it up.

Let’s say the hero says something amazing and gaze between them intensifies, sweet touching of the face and body become caresses. It isn’t just the movement between bodies and hands that make the love scene.  The characters’ thoughts become more complex fixating on the physical sensation and the roar of emotions with sometimes serious, romantic or hilarious results.  Words become whispers and breathing declarations. Caresses change to fondling, worshipping parts of the body. By this time, they have dispensed with their clothes.  What’s usually fun about vampires is that they have different ways of getting rid of clothes.  Some make the clothes disappear.  Sometimes clothes get ripped instead. Some take of clothes the old fashioned way in their quest to be naked and join with the one they love.

Excerpt from Vampire King of New York:
He took her hands and turned her to face him, he on his knees and she on hers. “Tonight let’s call a truce. We will put aside the pain of the past and the fear of the future. We will love each other like lovers throughout the planet dream of doing. You keep my heart safe tonight. I will keep yours. What do you say?”

She gazed up at him with those summer day blue eyes of hers. “Yes, Max. I mean, my Max.”

He couldn’t help but grin. “My Evelyn.” At last, she would be his. He kissed each hand, feeling her soft skin against his lips. Then he pulled her a little closer. They were face-to-face. Max wanted to kiss her, but waited. He wanted to know how much she wanted him. She bit her lower lip and inched closer. He inched nearer to her. Their faces almost touched. They could breathe into each other’s mouth.

She paused with eyes closed. Was there some kind of feminine pride at stake or something? Max didn’t care. He closed the distance, kissing her hard, embracing her and easing her to the floor.

He didn’t expect her to giggle. “Max, your pants are on.”

Shaking his head, he leaned up to ease out of them. She did the same with the skirt.

“No stockings?”

“I decided not to wear them.”

He took off his red boxers. When he emerged, she glanced away although Max knew she really watched. He was naked now and she was not.

Lowering his face to her breasts, he nuzzled her plump silkiness, nibbling his way down the straps. Revealing one nipple, he used his tongue to roll the rosy peak in his mouth. She moaned, clawing at his back. Oh, he liked that. Really liked that. Then he moved the other strap down, pulling down the cup. He kissed that nipple into his mouth. Evelyn cried out. He liked the sounds she made when she was helpless in his arms. He wasn’t sure whether it was in her nature to keep her control or just a bad habit caused by a man that didn’t appreciate her. Tonight she would learn that Max worshipped her, that he was a different kind of man.

After suckling at her, he released her. She sounded disappointed. When exposed to the air the nipple tightened from the momentary pause.

“You didn’t have to stop,” she whispered.

He helped her up, reaching behind her to free her of the bra and tossing it with their growing pile of clothes.

“Wait.” Evelyn shimmied out from under him and took off her panties. Then flung them behind her. The fire sizzled. She turned to see them up in flames on the hearth. “Oh, no.”

Max was beside himself with laughter. He’d never seen anything so funny in the heat of passion. He fell against her chuckling.

“Well, at least I didn’t rip it off you this time.” He burst out laughing again.

She shook her head, but giggled. “Okay. Okay. Where were we?” Evelyn lay against the rug, and Max leaned over her admiring the view.

Then he started laughing again. “I can’t help it.”


The scene continues, of course, in a more romantic and very sexual way.  It illustrates how the romance builds into the sensual then into the sexual.   This particular scene is from the middle of the book.  I chose it because the hero and heroine have a chance to be silly with each other.  They had made love previously, but this scene shows the relationship taking a more serious step.  Silliness is used to defuse a bit of the seriousness of what is happening between them that is more than sex.

Now I could talk all day about writing love scenes. Characters differ and make love according to their personality.  They interact depending on what they need from each other and the stage the relationship is in.  Lovers are unique in their styles of expressing an age old passion.

Thank you, Roberta, for having me on Scribbler’s

LadiesNightOutflyerFor those who would like to meet me, I will be at the Ladies’ Night Out! Booksigning, Wed, Feb. 12th from 6:30-8:00 pm at the Whittemore Library, 243 Church Street, Naugatuck, CT (203) 729-4591. I will be signing my new print release The Stormy Love Life of Laura Cordelais.  It is also available in Kindle. Vampire King of New York is available in Kindle, Nook, Kobo and is being set up for print by my publisher.  I’m awaiting the date.

To see the rest of my books coming up and those out, please, visit my website at http://www.susanhannifordcrowley.com  and my Amazon page with my books that are currently available through Kindle and Amazon Books http://www.amazon.com/Susan-Hanniford-Crowley/e/B004YXOGXG

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One Response to Writing Romantic Love Scenes by Susan Hanniford Crowley

  1. I love Max, he’s such a gentleman. Call me old fashioned but if I’m not in love, I am not taking that big step. Nice article, Susan.

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