To be or not to be… a virgin

I noticed the other day there is a there is a shelf on Goodreads for modern virgin heroines.

So are they something special or is this an unusual trope in the 21st century?

The popular authors of the 1950s and 60s …think Essie Summers and Betty Neels… wrote heroines where virginity was a given. Sweet romances where the heroines often attended church or lived in a manse.
Then along came the swinging sixties, the contraceptive pill and freedom of sexual expression and massive social change.

Now as 21st century readers do we enjoy revisiting that innocence of a virgin heroine? How believable are they? Certainly in historical romances when premarital sex and pregnancy made you a social outcast, you might have an older virgin heroine.
In today’s contemporary romance, an otherwise normal, often high powered career woman who is still a virgin at thirty might be difficult for a reader to accept.

Do they have to be fragile flowers?
Is the virgin heroine too fragile to cope with the current crop of alpha males … a feature of the most popular tropes? Is there a place for virgin heroines in contemporary romance today? Or is it an unrealistic expectation or simply pure fiction in this day and age.

Then there is the pseudo virgin…
Even though this heroine has previously had a sexual experience…maybe only once before, it has always been a bad experience and she never really understood what all the hype was about! That is not until the current alpha male hero makes her swoon and she is instantly overcome with sexual desire!

And if we do have a virgin heroine— is there an expectation that she will lose her virginity in the book or can we have an intimated happily ever after…presumably with sex!

A question for you…What are your thoughts on virgin heroines in contemporary romance?

This is Dedicated . . .

Hi everyone! Since this is my first time on the Indulgence blog I’d like to start out by introducing myself. My name is Christine Warner and my first book with Entangled Publishing will be released from the Indulgence line. As soon as I have a release date, I’ll scream it from the rooftops…so stay tuned.

I’ve been following along on several of the posts from other authors and am overjoyed that I’m surrounded by such a wonderful group.

Today I’d like to talk about dedications. I think it’s one of the little features in almost every book that is often overlooked. I always check out the dedication page when I sit down with a new book.


Because I love reading those passages, and I marvel at how a few well chosen words can say so much about the author and the people they dedicate their work to.

After my first book was accepted for publication I didn’t have to think twice about who would get the coveted dedication page. The hard part was deciding what to say without getting to wordy or to sappy. (Both bad habits of mine:-)) My sister was the tank of strength in the bumpy journey I jumped on in the pursuit of becoming a writer and then taking the final plunge into publication. I couldn’t have done any of it without her encouragement and support.

My second book, I had no other option but dedicating my work to my awesome daughter. As a baby she was my pride and joy, as she grew to a pre-teen and then a teenager we had our share of battles. She’s now a young adult, making her way out in the world. Through all the changes we’ve held one steady constant—our love for each other that has carried us through trying times and into a strong friendship.

PictureNow with my third book about ready to burst onto the horizon, again I know who exactly I will put on that dedication page as a tribute, but I worry I won’t get the words right.

Now this isn’t fair, because I’m sure you are expecting a reveal here, but I’m going to be a bit naughty and not share. I guess if you are curious to know who gets inked on the pages you’ll have to wait until Bachelor’s Special is released from Entangled Publishing. I can hardly wait!!

Are you like me and look forward to that sneak peek into an author’s thoughts by reading their dedication? Or do you skip the dedication page altogether?

I bet after reading this, you’ll check out a few if you haven’t before.

If I Were A Rich Man starring Nathaniel Montgomery from Taming the Tycoon

So this is who I had in mind when I was writing Nate. Sigh…

And here are his vital statistics.

Name – Nathaniel Montgomery. 

Address – posh penthouse at Ivory House, St Katherine’s Docks, London England. Killer view of Tower Bridge.

Occupation – property tycoon. Billionaire in waiting.

Age – 34.

Height – 6ft 2 in.

Hair – Black, wavy.

Eye colour – tourist brochure blue.

Facial structure – Killer cheek bones. Arrogant chin cleft. Lucifer lips.

General description – Looks great in suit. And out. Usually found with permanent blue tooth ear attachment and his PA called Margaret. Heading for his first heart attack.

Background – Father deceased. Mother and grandmother alive and well and driving him bat shit crazy on an alpaca farm in the wilds of Devon

What does he want – a seat on billionaires row.

When does he want it – yesterday

What’s stopping him – an annoying hippy chick with an unhealthy attachment to a strategic rose garden.

Quotes –

“My mother warned me about girls like you.”

“They were goiong to need a bigger bed.”

“Obviously his usally discerning libido had been damaged in the fall and was not to be trusted.”

“This isn’t where you tell me you’re an actual mermaid, is it?”

“Unless you have a fertilized egg in there and someone to incubate it, I don’t think its going to be quite up to par.”

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Sunday Snippet – Taming the Tycoon by Amy Andrews

Its almost been a month since Taming the Tycoon launched and thanks to everyone who has bought, liked, taged and reviewed.  A little teaser for those who haven’t 🙂 And if you want to keep up with my blog tour where copies of the book plus a cute keychain featuring pink fluffy handcuffs are being given away then go either to my website or Entangled’s for a list of dates!

Fifteen minutes later they were crammed like sardines into a tube carriage. Addie had slowly worked them towards the far back corner and Nathaniel had followed. It was hot from the warm weather and the press of bodies but her, “I’d keep that on if I were you,” when he’d tried to remove his jacket on the platform had prevented him from cooling down.

“I think I’ve been on the Tube enough now,” he grumbled as bored strangers crowded in around them. He was shielding her with his body and very conscious of the friction between them that built with every rock and sway of the train.

“Well, let’s see if I can make it worth your while,” she whispered as her fingers undid the two buttons holding his jacket together and slid inside as it flapped open.

When her thumb brushed against his fly, a jolt went through him and his eyes narrowed. “What are you doing?”

“Groping you,” she murmured as her fingers drifted back and forth.

He looked down, her furtive moments covered by the press of their bodies and the confines of his jacket. He checked around him. People stared into space, some with ear pieces in, others read, some people lucky enough to score seats chatted.

Mostly people avoided eye contact.

His groin stirred at her light finger strokes. He felt himself thicken and grow hard as she touched him through his trousers in front of hundreds of oblivious passengers.

“You brought me on the tube to grope me?” he whispered, dropping his mouth to her ear, his eyes shutting as she squeezed his throbbing erection

Addie smiled as she pressed the flat of her palm against him. “Yup.”

The air in his lungs grew thick and heavy as he resisted the overwhelming urge to push himself into her hand. “My mother warned me about girls like you,” he said, his voice low.