One of the best parts of writing romance is writing all those delicious little bits of attraction, all the little sparks, between the main characters. It’s like running around a candy store, really. Tempering the sexual rush with a little humor and awkwardness gives the moment authenticity.
In Escape Velocity, when Elios—a linguistic genius who’s all but sworn off romance—gets a look at Sender, his pilot for the day, he doesn’t stand a chance.
Long strides carried the man toward them. Even without anything out on the blacktop to compare him to, he was tall and broad. He carried two helmets in one hand, and he snapped off a salute with the other. “Yes, ma’am.”
Elios was sure he wasn’t letting anything show on his face right up until Doc murmured, “I don’t think they’ll let you keep him. But I could ask.”
Elios composed himself and wished he could keep from blushing. “I’ll be fine, thanks.”
When the pilot got closer, he was more than just tall and broad—he was downright impressive. His black flightsuit hung perfectly on his powerful body. Once he’d joined them, Elios couldn’t miss how blue his eyes were. He looked like a living recruitment poster.
Elios manages to contain himself, even when Sender is strapping him in for a ride in a fighter jet. It’s quite a feat given that he’s being all but tied down by a gorgeous man in close quarters. Riding along with Elios as he tries to stay cool and keep his distance is both a laugh and a thrill—we didn’t feel terribly sorry for him as we wrote the book. It’s awful the way we love to torment our characters, but everyone seems to win in the end, especially the readers.
Up close, Elios could see Sender in minute detail. His lashes were thick and black like his glossy curls. His mouth was so pretty that Elios wanted to lean forward and lick where Sender’s teeth sank into his lower lip as he concentrated on getting Elios settled in.
Sender doesn’t get away without a little teasing from us, of course. He’s the sweet and sensitive one, so we take it easier on him. His squad hassles him quite enough as it is. Still, he’s not immune to getting weak in the knees when he sees the man of his dreams. Elios is totally worth dressing up for…
Dozens of people gathered in the plaza but, for Sender, Elios stood alone in the expanse of white stone, alone except for the statues in the fountains. Sender’s hands ached with wanting to touch him. Elios wore a beautiful old-fashioned dark suit with a crisp white shirt and vest and tie. His hair was perfect, glossy spirals that reminded Sender of patterns in polished wood. Sender should have appreciated the elegance but his impulse was to undo all that neatness so that he could leave his mark.
And getting him out of his clothes is even better…
In the dim light of the bedside lamp, Sender could make out tattoos on Elios’s body, black vines that curled around from his back and continued to spiral around one thigh as Sender pushed Elios’s pants down. He couldn’t resist licking, following a tendril that wandered toward Elios’s groin, and Elios’s fingers found his hair again, tightening, then petting.
As writers, we love these guys and we loved telling the story of how they meet, fall in lust, fall in love, and fight for each other against the backdrop of a future world on the edge of a new era. Writing their attraction to each other was so much fun and we hope that you enjoy reading it at least as much as we enjoyed writing it. You can find Sender and Elios falling for each other in Escape Velocity from Carina Press.
—Anah Crow & DianneFox
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