Here's the thing. I don't think sex is bad, and I think there is a lot of questioning we need to do about labels in general. I love playing with both in the books I write. While I do write about robots getting it on in Virgin on Human and Interlocking Hearts, anyone who has read my books will see the themes aren't about how many buttons you need to press to get your man's dick to vibrate.
In Virgin on Human I wanted to explore a character that got to experience sex without the guilt the society I grew up in gave me. Trust me...I went to Catholic School. I minored in guilt.
I wanted to show a character who could enjoy everything about her body and how it felt as she began to explore it. The story isn't long, but I wanted to focus only on her sexual awakening. And making her a robot seemed like a great way to accomplish the inquisitive nature and innocence while still realizing this was someone who had enough experience in the world to go after what she wanted.
I chat about a lot of this on the podcast I did with Karen Greco when the book first came out in its first life as Coral-600. That was the title while I was still at Samhain Publishing. (I was episode 6 of the Atomic Words podcast.) Our chat got deep about erotic romance as a genre in general. If you haven't listened to it, I have to say, it's a great way to spend an hour.
The second book, Interlocking Hearts, went further into how the government was blocking who could get married, and outlawing relationships at a contractual level between couples who weren't the norm. In my book it was "humans" and "robots" getting together, but it doesn't take a genius to make the connection between the scenarios in my book and the fight for same sex marriage that was being fought around that time in the United States.
One of the beautiful things about writing for me is finding a way to express the emotions at the heart of issues I'm passionate about. My first book revolved around the immediate punch to the gut I got from realizing my now-husband was the man I wanted forever. The story came to life around that.
Sometimes authors are just out to make a fun book, but as you read material from certain people, you find core characteristics that they can't help but put into their stories. Some write about people they admire, some share stories that touched them, and some want to celebrate life with pure laughter or sexual tension.
I think it's an incredible thing to read something someone put out into the world. Because no matter how hard we try to cover up with fancy plot and character development arcs, in the end, every author ends up butt naked on the page showing you a bit of their own truth.
After reading Mary Hughes and Sophie Oak, I knew instinctively that both women were beautiful souls. And I actually connected with both of them in person, only to realize how right I was.
What authors have you read that showed you something beautiful through an unexpected story? I'd love to hear about it. My TBR always needs fed. Keep reading below for a short excerpt from Virgin on Human.
Excerpt from Book 1 of The DMA Files
All of my preparation went out the window when Quinn entered the kitchen as I cleaned up the remaining dishes.
“Quinn, you missed dinner. Should I prepare something for you? The chefs have left, but I am programmed with basic culinary skills.” I put the dish back into the soapy water and dried my hands on the dish towel I had slung over my shoulder.
“Are you really going out with Paisley to get laid tonight?” He asked me with his hands on his hips. His manner was very confrontational.
“That does not answer my question about the food.”
“I want an answer to my question first.” He folded his arms over his chest. His forearms flexed and I admired the musculature under his skin. I wondered if any of his arms were mechanics.
“I was planning on dancing more. I was not planning on lying down.”
He exhaled and dropped his arms. “Then yes, I would love a sandwich.”
I prepared him a sandwich and removed some of the fennel salad to put on his plate as well. I waited for him to make noises of contentment around his meal before I continued the conversation. “I will, however, have sex should the opportunity arise. I find myself anticipating the opportunity to have another orgasm.”
Quinn began choking. He had inhaled his sandwich. That was no way to process nutrients. I walked behind him and slapped him on the back to break up any large particles in his airway. He sputtered and made noises, but drank the water I put in front of him and seemed to recover nicely.
I would have given him the Heimlich maneuver, but I found myself wanting to touch him in other places and it would not have been easy to keep my hands in the proper position.
“Coral, you can’t go pick up men and have sex with them.”
“I will do my best to give them an orgasm as well. I want to make sure the experience is satisfactory for all parties involved.” I went back to the dishes. Quinn should have been satisfied now that I had explained I would not be seeking only my pleasure.
“That’s not what I am getting at.” He got up and stood right behind me. My skin felt warmer even without him touching me. Was there some kind of strange reaction that our systems had with each other?
I pulled the drain as I set the last clean dish in the drying rack and turned towards the man behind me. I was going to explain that this was not negotiable. I was going to explain that just because I was mechanics didn’t mean I couldn’t give and receive this kind of pleasure.
I had all of the words in queue to be processed through my vocal chords. Then Quinn gripped me by my upper arms and leaned in to kiss me. His lips pressed against mine. His body pushed mine up against the sink behind us.
I’d never been more uncomfortable in my maid’s uniform. I wanted all of it off. Quinn couldn’t touch my pussy with my stockings and underwear on. He needed to touch my pussy. I felt myself getting wet at the thought of him touching me like he did last night. I pressed my hips against his. That’s when I knew there were mechanics in both his arms, because he held me tight.
His tongue slipped against my lips. I opened my mouth to ask him why he was licking me on my face when he could have been licking my pussy again. Instead of my argument my tongue was busy wrapping and sliding around Quinn’s. This felt good too.
I lifted my hands to his chest and gripped his shirt to pull him closer. When he realized I was not going to push him away he released my arms and wrapped his strong limbs around me. One hand rose to grip the French twist in my hair and move my head where he wanted while he kissed me. The other hand went lower and gripped my ass. He pressed my body harder against his. I liked that.
His erection pressed against my stomach and I wanted to have sex even more. If my pleasure receptors were firing off this much data at the touch of his penis on my belly… through all these layers of clothes…I wanted to have sex. Immediately.