22 January 2010
Guestblog & Giveaway: Tina Donahue - Real Men Do Not Want Super Skinny Woman. . .
Today’s male-dominated beauty and fashion industry bombards women with images of ultra-thin models, the supposed female ideal for men. Excuse me. How can a model who has no hips and very little meat on her bones resemble anything but a prepubescent girl? Funny thing, many of the images of these skinny babes are Photoshop’d until their bodies and faces don’t even resemble humans anymore but life-sized Barbie dolls.
I’m no guy, but I’ve spoken to enough men who’ve said they don’t want a bag of bones in their bed. They want curves. A female’s succulent, soft flesh next to their body. Womanly hips they can grab onto. Full breasts they can hold in their hands.
I’ve never written my heroines as model thin. One, it’s not natural. Two, it’s unhealthy. In my latest release, Deep, Dark, Delicious, my heroine Eden is as curvaceous as Jennifer Lopez. Rafe, my hero, likes her that way. In a scene at her house, where’s he staying for 30 days to teach her the delights of yielding to passion and relinquishing all control to him, the issue of her curves comes up in a delicious way. Read on:
Rafe went to her side. With one arm around her waist and his other beneath her knees, he swept her into his arms.
Fragrant waves of her hair spilled over his shoulder and brushed the side of his face. She parted her lips on a joyous cry.
He cradled her close, nuzzling his nose in her neck. Her skin smelled of the croquetas and perfume. His ears buzzed. Contentment flooded him, bringing out his playfulness. “Hold on tight, I wouldn’t want to drop you.”
Her free hand slipped over his shoulders, her fingers fisting in his tee. To avoid contact with her bare skin, she settled the base of the beer bottles against his abs. His muscles jumped at the chilled bite of the glass. With a sigh, she snuggled into him as if to state her readiness for travel no matter how bumpy.
A second passed and another. When he didn’t move or even adjust his weight, she rubbed her nose against his cheekbone. “Are you trying to figure out how to make love in this position?”
He barked a laugh. She squealed as he pretended to drop her. He scolded. “See what happens when you ask too many questions?”
“I do.” She tightened her arm on him, her nails clawing his skin through his tee. “So what are you doing? Where are you taking me?”
He crossed the threshold between the dining and living room. “I’m taking you in every part of this house.” He stopped near the leather sofa and turned his face to hers. “I thought you already knew that.”
Her eyes dropped to his mouth, tarrying there before moving to the sofa, what she assumed would be their next destination. “I do,” she whispered, then added in a small whine, “but only in this house?”
She was bad. “No,” he said, his tone grave. “You said you have a guesthouse. I intend to use it. I noticed you have a pool and a fairly spacious backyard. We wouldn’t want either to go to waste, or for that matter any other part of your property, now would we?” He bypassed the sofa and crossed the living room to the front door.
“Whoa.” Her body curled into itself and him, a modified fetal position to protect her nudity. “Whatever you’re thinking, don’t. The front yard isn’t fenced like the back.”
“I know, but you have ample foliage that serves as a barrier so the effect’s the same. However, I wasn’t thinking about your landscaping or your fences.” He made his tone curious. “Why would you think I was?”
“Rafe.” Her voice rose a notch, just a shade short of panicked. “You can’t bring me out there in daylight. Tonight, if there isn’t a moon, it might be okay, but not now. Do you understand?”
“Forgive me, I don’t. You never allow yourself to go outside in the daylight? You have to wait for dark? You can’t tolerate a full moon? Are you a vampire? A werewolf?”
She growled through her laughter. “You know what I mean. You can’t bring me into the front yard while I’m nude. And you sure as hell can’t fuck me out there in broad daylight.”
“I wasn’t planning to. I just wanted to make certain your door was locked.” He glanced from the thrown deadbolt to her, offering a shrewd smile. “Just in case one of your young male neighbors decides to visit while I have you beneath me.”
She dug her nails a bit deeper into his shoulder.
Pretending not to notice the pain, he turned and headed for her stairway.
This time her body stiffened. “You’re going to carry me upstairs?”
“Unless you want to carry me.”
She laughed again, though briefly. “I should walk. I don’t mind.”
He climbed the first step. “You’re not that heavy, Eden.” At six-three, Rafe figured he outweighed her by at least sixty pounds.
A flush spread across her cheeks and nose. “I’m not a stick, if you haven’t yet noticed.”
He had, from the moment she arrived for the competition. Her beautifully developed body attracted
him first. Next, he’d become enchanted with her personality and talent. “Neither is Jennifer Lopez.” He took the fourth step. “Nor was Marilyn Monroe. Or Anna Nicole Smith, when she was the Playboy Playmate of the Year. I haven’t heard any men complaining about their bodies.”
She stared at him. “You think I’m built like those women?”
“Goddesses,” he corrected, turning his face to hers. “Just ask your young male neighbors. They’ll explain what I’m talking about.”
She arched one brow.
Smiling, he reached the landing and headed to their bedroom.
“Whoa,” she said once more as he bypassed the four-poster and went to a door on the right. “We can’t go out on the porch. The banister out there is wrought-iron. It’s not solid. All the neighbors have to do is look up and they’ll see everything.”
He studied her. “And that would bother you?”
A stew of emotions passed over her face. He saw excitement at the threat of discovery, fear one of the neighbors might possibly call the police and daring that it might be worth the risk.
Her voice shook with doubt and desire. “We could use it tonight.”
“But only if there’s not a full moon, otherwise you’ll turn into a she-devil and devour me, no?”
The tip of her tongue snuck out of her mouth to lick the line of his jaw. Once she’d marked him, she cooed, “Oh, Rafe, I fully intend to devour you, though I have no intention of waiting until tonight.”
His cock nudged his fly, wanting out of his clothing and back into the tight heat of her cunt or mouth. He inclined his head to the door. “I thought that was your bath. Where is it?”
Her seduction vanished beneath renewed curiosity. “Why?”
“I’m going to bathe you to remove all traces of your food and perfume. I want to smell your skin, nothing else. Once I’ve toweled you dry, I’m going to tie your wrists and ankles to our bed so you can’t escape what I have planned.”
Her words bounced. “What do you have planned?”
“You’ll have to wait to find out.”
Rafe obviously enjoys Eden’s curves and everything else that makes her a woman. But then, he’s a real man. :)
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