Thursday, May 20, 2021

Bridging the romantic and the erotic - #LustyMonthOfMay #SteamyReads #InterracialRomance @LaylaWritesLove

Building on Broken Dreams cover

By Lyndell Williams (Guest Blogger)

When I write steamy fiction, I get to make essential connections between eros love and the sensuality that serves as a demonstration of it. Along with foundational romantic elements that center how characters form and maintain emotional relationships, steamy and erotic elements enhance character development and realties of sexual beings falling in love.

By bridging the romantic and erotic, I hope to give readers a chance to enjoy stories with leveled depictions of how people fall in love, stay in love and engage in mutually-fulfilling steamy interactions. Love and intimacy remain central in many people's lives. Steamy reads offer vicarious reading with stories that fuse bodies, hearts and desire.


Trapped in an abusive relationship with the manipulative and cruel Raad, she can feel her life closing in around her. After he chases her from her home and family, Maryam flees to Philadelphia, searching desperately for a new beginning, something to help rebuild her spiritually and physically.

When she meets the mysterious Adam, things are thrown off-kilter. A successful businessperson with his own past that he is fleeing from, he is everything that Maryam wants. But can she trust another man?

Doubt gives way to desire. They find themselves in a whirlwind romance, and for once, it seems like everything will work out.

Until Raad turns up.

Spicy Excerpt

Maryam finished cooking and stood in the hall, holding a thermos of hot coffee in one hand and an egg sandwich half-wrapped in aluminum foil in the other. How angry was he? What is he going to do to her?

Adam strode toward her, grumbling and fumbling with his belt buckle. “Eight months of work shot to hell.” He stopped. His glower transformed into a grin that reached his hazel eyes. “What’s this?”

She plastered on a smile and batted her lashes at a speed almost matching the cadence of her heart. “I thought you could take it with you.”

His shoulders relaxed. He held her face in his hands. “You’re something else, Mary. You know—” he sprayed her lips with kisses “—I owe you a honeymoon. How about I arrange one?”

I’d like that.”

He pressed her backward, pinning her between his body and the wall. The heat reignited and waved through her, burning away any fear or anxiety. He might have been angry, but not with her, and he would not take it out on her. She balanced the sandwich and mug in her hands. Her breathing got heavier with each nip to her neck. “Adam.”

He stepped back and reached into her robe. “Mary,” he groaned and yanked her panties from her hips while uttering a dua. Already moist white lace and satin fell to her feet. He propped against the wall across from her and ripped open his pants snap and zipper. “When you say my name like that, I gotta have you.”

But your friend.”

Will wait.” His rough hands spanned up her thighs and clenched her rear, lifting her. His breath rushed into her ear. “I want you now. Do you want this D or not?”

His throbbing stiffness titillated her fiery folds. “Yes.” She locked her legs around his hips at her ankles and squeezed his broad shoulders as he stretched and filled her. “Adam, please.” She slowly blinked at the bobbing picture of Mecca hanging on the opposite as he bounced her on his stiffness. The movement of their bodies fed a mounting desire. Their first time together had been so tender. He had eased her fears and brought her to ecstasy. Now, the raw lust surging between them infused every inch of her in a way she had never felt before. It was all so glorious. She tucked her heels under his tense bottom, stilling his thrusts and unleashing a carnal shriek from deep inside. He soon roared in release and set her down. She panted, leaning against the wall and letting her legs drop.

He trailed pecks up her neck before stealing her air with a lingering kiss on her lips. He pinned her gaze while adjusting and closing his pants. “You don’t know what you do to me, Mary. I’ve never wanted someone so much.” He disappeared into the kitchen. Water ran for a moment before he came back, taking the thermos and crushed sandwich from her hands. “I’ll be back in time for the next prayer.” He offered salams and bit into it, strutting away and disappearing into the morning light, flooding the opened door.


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About the Author

Lyndell Williams writes for multiple online publications. She has had numerous short stories published in collections and enjoys a growing list of subscribers to her Layla Writes Love online short story series.

Her first interracial romance novel, My Way to You, made it onto four Amazon bestsellers lists its premiere weekend.





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Lisabet Sarai said...

Hello, Lyndell,

Welcome to Beyond Romance, and thanks for helping me celebrate the Lusty Month of May!

Lyndell Williams said...

Hey, Lisabet. Thanks for having me! I love this site and all the great reads you offer readers!

Anonymous said...

Great excerpt!

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Fiona McGier said...

I've read others of your books, but not this one. You write steamy, erotic romance--just the way I like it!

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