Is It Just a Fantasy? – Nina Pierce

When I gave up my teaching job six years ago for medical reasons I had already planned to begin my new career as a romance writer. I mean, what else could stretch my imagination, challenge my creativity and not require that I be standing on my feet all day. Voila, writing!

And so began a wonderful journey.

Now, some people will wonder why I chose to pen romance novels instead of say, literary works or science texts, but those of us in the know … don’t even question it. Romance is about losing yourself in someone else’s world. Enjoying the roller coaster ride as two people discover their hearts. The fantasy of relationships that couldn’t be real.

Or could they?

Now, before we go any further I have to confess … I fell in love with the first boy who gave me my first real kiss and later taught me all the wonderful, naughty things my body was capable of. I never slept with another man. And my heart is totally his and has been since I fell in love with him at the tender age of 15. Truth.

So the fact is, I believe in forever loves. I believe in soul mates. I believe in happy-ever-after endings. Which is why, every time I sit down to write a story, my heart goes right back to that new and tender love that comes when you’re just getting to know someone. The tentative flutter of the first gentle kiss and that raucous, desperate, first coupling. It all comes flooding back as my characters discover each other and fall in love.

It’s true that some parts of my stories are pure fantasy … and other intimate details are pulled from life experiences. But I’ll never tell which is which! 😉 And Mr. Nina sure isn’t talking. So I’ll leave it to my readers to figure out what blossoms in my imagination and what fun little tidbits happened in my bedroom. But believe me when I tell you … the love part is alllll from experience!

So, is romance a fantasy get away for you? A chance to remember your own true love? Or simply a quiet read on a winter night?

I’ll leave you with the blurb and a short excerpt from my first published love story, HEALER’S GARDEN.

Blurb:
In the female-dominated society of the twenty-third century, mating with a male, even if it is to save the human race, is a distasteful task and one Healer Jahara Hriznek has successfully avoided—until now.

Brenimyn is a gifted breeding instructor at the Garden of Serenity. Forced to copulate with all females requesting his services, he yearns to find the one woman who responds to his touch. When Jahara arrives with the new class of breeders, Brenimyn’s body immediately aches for her, but convincing the stubborn healer that sex between a man and a woman is more than just an act for procreation proves to be a challenge he refuses to fail.

Jahara doesn’t want to enjoy the sinful rapture only Brenimyn brings to her body. Brenimyn has no intention of dousing the flames of desire licking at them until Jahara is completely his—body, mind and heart. But when the government finds their loving relationship a threat to the natural order, there may be more than their stubborn wills at stake.

Excerpt:
Patience. That’s what was required of him. But damn, he’d been treading water a hell of a long time while he waited for destiny to change the course of his life.

Brenimyn didn’t enjoy these monthly exhibitions any more than he liked copulating with Kylie. Though she’d never admit it, she detested his touch. He didn’t mind. It was less confusing without emotions getting all tangled in their peculiar relationship.

Since arriving at the Garden three years ago, Brenimyn had become accustomed to arrogant women who thought they were the only intelligent creatures walking this earth. Kylie was a prime example of that conceited attitude personified.

To the women before him, he was nothing more than a stud. Stupid, beastly and—inhuman. Oh, if only they knew what he could do, they wouldn’t think themselves so superior, now would they? But the time had not come to travel that particular road. Preparations still needed to be made. In the meantime, he would swallow his pride and let the mauling begin.

“Their physiques are quite different from ours, not all cushy and round. Rather ugly if you ask me.” Kylie pulled off Brenimyn’s tunic and smiled up at him. “Sorry, Brenimyn. I know the truth stings.”

Forcing his lips to lift, he bent and kissed her cheek. “Nothing is as beautiful and sweet as a woman, Kylie. Not even the flowers in the gardens.”

“Thank you.” She callously patted his stomach with a cold hand.

“Now, Brenimyn is going to take off his breeches. Though you all studied anatomy in school, the first look at a man’s genitals can be shocking.”

Brenimyn untied the cords at his belly slowly, seductively. This was the only time he had control and he stretched the moments out until the females before him leaned forward in breathless anticipation. His eyes locked on the only woman in the room who seemed less interested in this whole charade than him. The raven-haired beauty actually looked lost despite the maturity lining her face. Her hand caressed her cheek even as he thought of her. Her eyes shifted uncomfortably around the room, not watching as the fabric pooled at his bare feet and the inevitable gasp of awe echoed off the walls.

“Please come up and have a closer look,” Kylie said. Her hand fondled his buttocks. Touch but don’t desire, this one is mine, her caress communicated to the breeders even as her lips curved into that plastic smile he’d come to despise. “My mate is a wondrous specimen.”

Brenimyn resented Kylie. He belonged to no one. Least of all her.

On shaky legs, the dark-haired woman approached with all the others. Her gaze searched everywhere but the one place he willed her to look—his face. For some reason, he wanted her to see him, not as a supplier of sperm, but as a man.

Like all the others, her eyes focused only on his physique. Her gaze slid over his well-defined chest he worked hard to maintain. She followed the small line of blond curls around his navel then lower. From her frank appraisal, he wondered if she had ever seen a human male as natural as the day he was birthed. This woman was no different from all the others. Disappointment slumped his shoulders.

Winding her fingers into the yellow mass of curls, Kylie’s fingers cradled Brenimyn’s testicles. “Touch everything, it’s all right.”

At Kylie’s tone, Brenimyn dropped his gaze to the floor. He worked to block out the uncomfortable flurry of fingers petting his skin. He thought again of the Governmental Body of the Garden and wondered how much longer they would keep him as head of the male breeding population if Kylie didn’t conceive soon. As much as he abhorred this display, he needed to be here. He was desperate to meet all the new women entering the Garden. After the mating ritual with Kylie, he’d circulate through the other instructing rooms under the pretense of checking his breeders. Surely the woman he sought would be among this breeding class. Although the girls currently giggling and fondling his body couldn’t really be classified as women, now could they?

Lost in his own thoughts, Brenimyn wasn’t prepared for the shock wave tearing through him like a jolt of electricity. He stared at the fingers trembling along his forearm then into the amber pools that had held his gaze since he entered the room. He wasn’t supposed to meet the women’s eyes when they were this close, but the unexpected tingle of awareness had broken his usually stoic concentration. The beautiful brunette looked at him through thick lashes as if she recognized him. Her mouth trembled with a smile. Did she feel it too? He studied her, trying to discern if she sensed the flow of knowledge rushing between them.

Comments

  1. Romance is definitely a getaway for me. I love reading the different worlds authors can create. I love the different settings. I can be in Scotland and Australia without even flying to them. lol. Healer’s Garden sounds great!

  2. This is beautifully written and I enjoyed every moment of the excerpt. The premise is very fresh and intriguing.

  3. Amy – I think that’s why I enjoy reading and writing romance … the get away. I’m glad you enjoyed the excerpt.

    Bianca – It was a fun book to write because it’s such a different world.

  4. I think that we love romances because of the “possibilities”. In real life, there may not be an opportunity to have a menage with two sexy aliens but in books the possibilities exist. 😉 I happen to love this book. Nina, I too am with “my first and only”! LOL!

  5. Marie Rose – And there you have it. It’s the fantasy and the possibilities that make the erotic romance novel a must read for me!

  6. Reading romance is a get away for me, I can escape to faraway places and dream. Healer’s Garden sounds like a wonderful read.

    skpetal at hotmail dot com

  7. Jean – That’s why I enjoy it so much. And it’s not so much the setting of the book, but the love story itself that carries me away. 😉

  8. I was lucky too, Nina, to have married my soul mate. But I still love disappearing into a sexy romance story. I read all kinds of genres, for that kick of first kisses, and the wild chemistry of two lovers meeting. It’s pretty addictive. So thanks for giving us those stories to enjoy.

    caity_mack at yahoo dot com

  9. Cathy – Even though I write them, I enjoy reading them for the same reasons you mentioned. And it’s readers like you that make writing romance stories so much fun.

  10. Yet another TBR story.

  11. Sinner – I hope you enjoy it!

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