Temptation

As a romance writing, I’ve come to realize temptation is the number one ingredient in any good love story.  Temptation can be a silver-tongued, red-eyed snake or the warm lips of a gorgeous man, each can be disguised as the other.  My father’s favorite saying is “The only thing I can’t resist, is temptation”.  After many years of writing and living in this world, I agree with the quote wholeheartedly.

Temptation can be described in so many ways:  An invisible black hole.  Living in the deepest recesses of your soul, always churning, waiting for your weakest moment when it can pull you down and into another world.  An alternate reality, that’s anything but real.  Pure imagination that’s the furthest from “pure” you can conceive in your own mind, depending on your level of insanity.  Personally, my minds eye is as deranged as the most intense movie characters.  Ever see “The Cell” with Jennifer Lopez?  The majority of the movie, is inside a sadistic, serial killers mind…it’s vicious and wicked.  It’s perfection.

The same type of enticement is almost always camouflaged in the body of that untouchable person, that fantasy man that fills your dreams or the vivacious redhead that you can almost taste, but is just out of your grasp.  What happens when you step over the boundary, the minute you pop that bubble between reality and fantasy.  When instead of that temptation resting peacefully in your illusions, you’ve made contact with that person.  Do you feel guilt or elation?

For me, that’s the point of no return.  The best feeling of naughty versus nice, tempting your fate and suddenly staring at the moment that you have to make a choice.  That unsure jolt coursing through you at a breakneck speed, begging for something, slowly killing a part of you until you make a decision.  Either step back, over the line into your safe world and be free of the choice between good versus evil.  Or enclose yourself in the dark realm of delectable utopia, but have to deal with any consequences of your actions.

I tend to sway toward temptation more than not.  That taboo feeling, a taste of the forbidden.  It’s my kryptonite.

I root for the dangerous, darker heart in every story.  Rhett in Gone with the Wind.  Edward in Twilight.  Noah in The Notebook.  The Phantom in Phantom of the Opera.  And one of my personal favorites, the bad boy of all my fantasies…Eric in True Blood.

Looking at that list, I’m forced to mention – I do have a slight vampire fetish, but it’s less “un-dead bloodsucking creature” and a little more “dark, sensual beast”, that you know deep down, is in pain and only desires to be desired.

Digressing…

Anyway, back to temptation.

The best romance stories revolve around temptation.  The girl can’t be with her fantasy man that’s just shown up on her doorstep because…insert reason here.  There always has to be a “can’t have him” problem that doesn’t necessarily have to be solved by the end of the story.  She’s promised to another.  He’s “bad” for her in some way.  He threatens her uncomplicated life.  He forces her to make a choice, a choice that at the beginning of a story is easy…which is why that choice doesn’t come for several pages in.

My current manuscript, my heroine can’t have what she wants because her hero happens to be threatening her survival, her way of life, the home she’s treasured.  She’ll do anything to stop him, he’ll do anything to have his way.

It’ll be temptation that ruins them.  Ruins their original goals to destroy each other.  Inevitably, temptation will make them fall…and love every second of their demise.

Giving into temptation is an erotic adventure, only made absolute by the annihilation of the truth you thought you knew.

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