Showing posts with label rubenesque romance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rubenesque romance. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

#BBW is hot...are you reading it?

By Eva LeFoy
They say write what you know. In a lot of ways that means start with yourself. Take the parts of the story from your personal life experiences. For many women, personal life experience includes NOT being a size 4 or 6 or 8. Is there anything wrong with that? Heck no! 
Many women look in the mirror and think there’s a problem. After all, we’ve been bombarded with Twiggy-sized models on TV and in magazines for years. We’ve been taught being bigger is bad, but women authors are beginning to speak out. It’s time to write what we know and add our voices to the mix. 
I believe many women can relate to my Sweet Cravings heroine, Violet. She’s hippy. She’s got thunder thighs. She’s not slim-cut. And she has a lot of insecurities about herself. But when you get down to her heart, she’s basically a Big Beautiful Woman. And it’s a shocker when Chef Max comes along and tells her he prefers her that way. 
Here’s Violet in a moment of insecurity:

“Your dress is getting ruined.” Gawd, even his smirk was sexy. 
I didn’t even think about my black dress getting covered with fluffy whiteness, but apparently his brain cells functioned better than mine at the moment. He gently pushed me back until I stood there in front of him, panting, probably looking like an overheated, giant cupcake. Before I could whine, he shushed me, and spun me around. His hands worked my zipper, and my dress opened. It slipped to the floor with little provocation, leaving me in my bra and panties. The refrigerated air hit my skin and I shivered, my nipples hardened to stiff peaks under my thin bra. 
For a few beats, I heard only silence behind me and started to worry. Maybe Mom was right, I’d had too many desserts over the years and he didn’t like what he saw…. I was about to turn around and tell him, “That’s okay, don’t trouble yourself,” when his knees hit the tile floor behind me and hot breath slashed a trail right above my panties. My legs went weak, and my heart sang hallelujah. 
A tantalizing tongue dragged a searing trail down my lower back and over my tailbone, where it dipped below the panty line. The chef’s succulent lips paused to press a kiss, and I shivered as liquid heat surged through my core. Wetness I’d never experienced before drenched my panties, leaving me breathless. He blazed a path down my cleft and roughly tugged the remaining fabric away. 

She’s about to call off the whole thing, but then … Chef Max surprises her. He’s into it. He’s digging her. All of her. 
If you want to see what Chef Max does next, check out my blog to read another section of this sex scene. And don’t worry about the calories. Today they’re on me!

Sweet Cravings is available here: Amazon U.S. / Amazon UK / Barnes and Noble / All Romance Ebooks

Happy reading!

Eva Lefoy

Bio:
 Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.





Saturday, June 1, 2013

Eva Lefoy Author Giveaway on TRS!

Buy Sweet Cravings HERE

Howdy all!

I’m on The Romance Studio today with the Book-a-Day-Giveaway book! Enter HERE  to win an ebook copy of Sweet Cravings, my foodie romance release from Decadent Publishing!

In the book, Violet Cunningham, who’s a size 16/18 not a size 4, gets quite the sugar high and seduces the handsome pastry chef who made the luscious cream puffs she’s eating! Of course, he’s not a size 4 either. They’re both “normal sized” people, and I think it’s important to include those types in romantic fiction, don’t you?

I myself am not a size four! Although I run, do yoga and hike, I’m still a size 16, just like many of my readers are. I pride myself on being in good shape, but I’m never going to be “skinny.” (I might order a skinny latte, but that’s another matter! Besides, I’d rather have the red wine!)

So, my heroine Violet has breasts, she has hips, she has thighs that could crush a walnut :) And like a lot of women, she’s kind of self-conscious about it. She probably isn’t going to wear a bikini any time soon…. And she’s still suffering from sort of a fussy-mother syndrome where the mother means well by telling her she’s fat, but she’s not actually helping! She’s making it worse for Violet to believe she can get a great guy. But in the end she does! Yay!

I didn’t write any chapters from Chef Max’s point of view, but if I had, readers would know he has insecurities, too. Do girls just flock to him for his powdered sugar coating? Do they just want to lick the frosting off his donuts and nothing more? When the dough’s done rising are they out of there? Hee hee.

Really though. We all are insecure about something. Our dress size. Our hair. Our bank account. Whatever it is. I say being a larger size is the least that matters. What matters is that we can come to believe in ourselves, just like Violet does. Here’s a sample showing her frustrations during a phone call with her mother:


“What are you saying? You have a date? With a man?”

The shock in mom’s voice takes me down another peg. As if I could sink much lower. “Yes, Mom, a man. A real, live one.”

She snorted on the other end of the line. “Well, who is he?”

“He’s a chef, a pastry chef.”

During the silent pause that followed I could almost see the no-wonder-my-daughter’s-so-fat gears turning in her head. “Mmm-hmmm. And you’re dating him?”

Well, technically, no. I mean, we had sex in a kitchen twice and then never left the apartment. Last night was more of an “in” date, if you could call it that. Oh hell. To be honest with myself, it was more of a booty call. I suppose that’s what I deserved after practically doing the same thing to him at the hotel. “Not really. I mean, not ‘dating’ dating.”

Mother sighed. “Look, Vi, whoever he is, just bring your little man along on Saturday, all right? We’ll expect you both at four.”

Oh dear. This hadn’t gone quite as planned. “But, Mom, he’s…he’s not really—”

“’Bye, dear.” Click.

I stared into the phone hoping it might electrocute me by accident and save me the embarrassment of begging the disappearing chef for a fake date. Sadly, it didn’t. Now I had to come up with an excuse for why Max couldn’t make it.

If you can relate at all, enter to win the book on The Romance Studio http://theromancestudio.com/Book a Day Giveaway and let me know how you like it!

Thanks for reading,

Eva


Bio: 
Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.