Friday, March 19, 2010

Delicious Tease Day #34: Emily McKay

I am so pleased to welcome my dear friend and writing partner (we're working on a cute, fun YA together) Emily McKay. She's a wonderful writer who creates the most fantastic characters in each of her stories and I gobble her books up as soon as they hit the shelves. Remember to comment on her blog, as she's giving away three books today!

“A slightly exposed shoulder emerging from a long satin nightgown packs more sex than two naked bodies in bed.” ~ Bette Davis
To be honest, I wasn’t entirely sure what to write about for today’s blog. I write straight up romance. Most of the other writers on this blog tour write erotica. Yes, my books have sex in them—enough that when I first sold, all my former co-workers were shocked. “I couldn’t believe the scene on pages 121!” they all said to me. But by today’s standards, page 121 is barely worth mentioning.

That’s when I remembered the quote from Bette Davis. And I think there’s a lot of truth to it. In movies, sometimes the moments of greatest sexual tension occur when characters aren’t even touching. The most romantic moments happen when a slight touch conveys tremendous yearning or unexpected intimacy.

Think about that great wet shirt scene in Pride and Prejudice. It’s not just Colin Firth soaking wet that had us all hot and bothered. It’s how disconcerted they both were when he ran into Lizzie a moment later.

And there’s the scene in Age of Innocents were Daniel Day Lewis unbuttons Michelle Pfeiffer’s gloves. There’s no so much yearning and emotion in that scene. They barely touch, but man that scene packs a punch.

What about Crash Davis’s famous speech in Bull Durham? You know the one I mean, where he talks about “the small of a woman’s back” and “long slow kisses that last three days.” Annie’s facial expression says it all. I was only seventeen the first time I saw that movie and I’m pretty sure I melted into the theater chair on that one. The funny thing about that speech is that it’s not nearly as sexy when you read it yourself. Go read it in memorable quotes on IMDB. That one was all Kevin Costner’s delivery.

But probably my favorite sexy without being about sex movie moments come from Out of Sight with Jennifer Lopez and George Clooney. Entertainment Weekly apparently agrees with me, because they voted it the Sexiest Movie Ever. I love the scene in the bar where they pretend they don’t know each other. Maybe that’s cheating because director Steven Soderbergh intercut it with shots of them actually in bed together. But it’s the emotion I love. The way they mutually decide to pretend, just for one night, that he’s not a criminal and she’s not a federal marshal. It’s just a great scene in a fantastic (and underrated!) movie.

Buying up her company hadn’t been his original plan. But when Texas businessman Ford Langley researched his mystery lover, he discovered Kitty Biedermann was heiress to a jewelry empire ripe for the picking.
It was the perfect opportunity for Ford to move boardroom discussions into the bedroom.
There was just one issue: Kitty wasn’t about to fall into his arms and thank him. She was determined to fight tooth and nail for her company—but would she be prepared for his takeover tactics?

Kitty Biedermann hated Texas.

That single thought had echoed through her mind from the time the flight attendant had said the words “unscheduled landing in Midland, Texas,” until this moment, five hours later, when she found herself sitting in the bar adjacent the seedy motel in which she would be forced to spend the night.

The last time she’d been in Texas, she’d been dumped by her fiancĂ©. Of course, he hadn’t been just any old fiancĂ©. He’d been the man she’d handpicked to save Biedermann Jewelry from financial ruin. So being dumped hadn’t resulted in mere public humiliation or simple heartbreak. It meant the end of Biedermann Jewelry.

So it was understandable that Kitty held a bit of grudge, not just against Derek Messina, but against the whole damn state.Since being dumped by Derek, her situation had gone from bad to worse to desperate.

She had needed Derek. From the time she was a child, she’d been raised with one purpose—to land a husband with the smarts and business savvy to run Biedermann’s. When Derek hadn’t wanted her, she’d remained undaunted. But now, after six months of working her way through every single, eligible straight man she knew, she was beginning to feel… well, daunted.

With this latest trip to Palm Beach, she’d been scraping the bottom of the barrel. Geoffrey barely had two functioning synapses to rub together, but at least he could read, write and looked damn good in a suit. But even as meager as his qualifications had been, he hadn’t wanted her.

Biedermann’s meant everything to her. It was slipping through her fingers and there didn’t seem to be anything she could do to catch it.

Now, with her elbows propped on the suspiciously sticky bar top and her chin propped in her palms, she stared at the murky green depths of her salt-rimmed margarita glass. She gave the glass a little shake, watching as the ice cubes within tumbled to the bottom of the glass.

A lifetime of planning had fallen apart just as quickly. Was this rock bottom?Her throat tightened against despair. Immediately she straightened, blinking in surprise. She was not given to fits of self-pity. Certainly not in public.She shook her glass again, studying the contents. Exactly what was in this margarita? After a mere two drinks she should not be succumbing to such maudlin emotions. Maybe this was what she got for giving the bartender a hard time.
When she’d ordered a Pinot Grigio, he’d asked, “Is that like a wine cooler?” Apparently she shouldn’t have doubted him when he said he’d make her a drink strong enough to knock her on her pampered, scrawny butt.

She was still contemplating the contents of her drink when she happened to glance toward the door and saw him striding in. It was as if someone tossed a bucket of icy water on her. Every cell in her body snapped to life in pure visceral response.
The stranger was tall and lean, somehow managing to look lanky but well-built all at the same time. He was dressed simply in well-worn jeans and a T-shirt that stretched taut across his shoulders, but hung loose over his abdomen. No beer belly on this guy. A cowboy hat sat cockeyed on his head, but he wore scuffed work boots instead of the cowboy boots she expected.

Her first thought—when she was capable of thought again—was, Now this is a cowboy. This was what women the world over romanticized. This was a man at his most basic. Most masculine. Even from across the room, her body responded to him instantly, pumping endorphins down to the tips of her curling toes.

Funny, because she’d always preferred her men sophisticated and suave. As well-groomed as they were well-educated.She was, in fact, so distracted by this mystery cowboy who’d just sauntered in that she didn’t see the other guy sidling up to her.

The rough hand on her arm was her first clue someone had claimed the stool beside hers. Swiveling around, she realized that hand belonged to a guy who could not have been more different than the cowboy who’d snagged her attention.

This man was short and, um… plump. He was bald except for a few wisps of hair grown long, combed over and plastered down with what she could only hope was some sort of styling product. His cheeks were rosy, his nose bulbous. He looked vaguely familiar, though she couldn’t possibly have met him before.
“Well, hello there, little lady.” He stroked a hand up her arm. “Whadda say we getcha some’tem cold to drink and we scoot on out to that there dance floor?”

“Pardon?” She—barely—suppressed a shiver of disgust at his touch. She tried to wiggle free from his grasp, but he had boxed her in between the bar and the woman on the stool beside her.

Why was he rubbing her arm like that? Did she know this man? After all, he did look familiar.

“You wanna take a turn around the room?”

“A turn at what?” she asked, genuinely not understanding him. She spoke four languages, for goodness’ sake, but Texan was not one of them.The man frowned. “Are you makin’ fun a me?”

“No,” she protested. Unfortunately, it was then that she figured out where she knew him from. “Elmer Fudd!” she blurted out. “You look like Elmer Fudd!”
Normally, she would not have said anything, but she’d already gulped down two of those wicked margaritas. And all she’d eaten since lunch was a packet of airline peanuts. So her tongue was looser than normal.
Indignation settled over his pudgy features. He leaned toward her, scowling. “Whadja call me?”

“I… I didn’t mean it as an insult.”

“You are makin’ fun a me.” The man’s face flushed red, only increasing his resemblance to the cartoon hunter.“No! I…I…I…”And there it was. She, who almost always knew exactly what to say and who could talk herself into and out of almost any situation, for better or for worse, was speechless. Horribly so.

She’d unintentionally insulted and offended a man who was probably armed right now. This was it. She was going to die. Alone. Miserable. In Texas. Murdered in a fit of rage. By a man who looked like Elmer Fudd.

Ford Langley could see trouble coming the second he stepped into The Dry Well, his favorite bar in Midland. The Well was the kind of seedy dive that rednecks and oil rig workers had been coming to, through boom and bust, for sixty years or so.

Since the Green Energy branch of FMJ, Ford’s company, leased land for their wind turbines from a lot of the people in here, he figured they all knew who he was and how much he was worth. They just didn’t care. Frankly, it was a relief places like this still existed in the world.It was not, however, the kind of place women wore couture suits and designer shoes.
Ford had three sisters with expensive taste. He knew a five-hundred-dollar pair of shoes when he saw them. The woman sitting at the bar looked startlingly out of place. He’d never seen her there before. He came to The Well almost every time he visited Midland, and he definitely would have remembered this broad.

The word broad filtered through and stuck in his mind, because that’s exactly what she looked like. The sexy broad who ambles into the PI’s office in an old film noir movie. Lustrous flowing hair, long silk-clad legs, bright red lipstick, gut-wrenching sex appeal. With just enough wide-eyed innocence thrown in to make a man want to be the one to save her. Even though he knew instinctively that he would get kicked in the teeth for his trouble.
To make matters worse, she was talking to Dale Martin, who, Ford knew, had been going through arough divorce. Dale had undoubtedly come in looking for what The Well provided best: booze, brawls and one-night stands. Given how completely out of his league the woman was, Ford could already guess which Dale was going to get.

When Ford heard Dale’s distinctive drawl rising above the blare of the jukebox, Ford moved through the crowd, closing in on the brewing conflict, hoping he could cut trouble off at the pass.He approached just in time to hear Dale accuse her of making fun of him. Hiding his cringe, Ford slung an arm around the woman’s shoulders.The stubborn woman tried to pull out of his grasp, but he held her firm.

“I will—”

“Dale, buddy,” he continued before she could ruin his efforts. “I see you met my date.” He sent the woman a pointed look, hoping she’d take the hint and stop trying to squirm away. “Sugar, did you introduce yourself to my buddy, Dale?”

“It’s Kitty,” she snapped. Dale was looking from him to her with a baffled expression. Which was fine, because Ford figured confused was better than furious.
"Right, sugar.” Ford gave her shoulder an obvious squeeze. Winking at Dale, he added, “Kitty here’s one of those feminist types.”
She blinked, as if having trouble keeping up with the conversation. “Insisting that I be called by my given name and not some generic endearment does not make me—”

“She’s a bit prickly, too.” Based on her accent, he made a guess. “You know how Yankees are, Dale.”

"I am not prickly,” she protested.

But with Ford’s last comment, a smile spread across Dale’s face and at her protest, he burst out laughing, having forgotten or excused whatever she’d said to offend him. After all, she was a Yankee and obviously couldn’t be expected to know better.
With Dale sufficiently distracted, Ford tugged the delectable Kitty off her stool and nudged her toward The Well’s crowded dance floor. “Come on. Why don’t you show me what you can do in those fancy shoes of yours, sugar?” At “sugar” he gave Dale another exaggerated wink.

She, of course, squeaked an indignant protest, which only made Dale laugh harder.When they were out of Dale’s hearing range, she once again tried to pull away from him. “Thank you, I’m sure. But I could have handled him myself. So you can’t seriously expect me to dance with you.”

“‘Course I do. Dale’s watching.”

So what are your favorite sexy movie moments? I’ll pick one person to receive a copy of my January Desire, Affair with a Rebel Heiress and one other book from my backlist, plus a bonus book from one of my favorite writers, Leslie Kelly.


  1. One of my favorites is the kiss on the baseball field between Drew Barrymore and Michael Vartan in First Kiss. Where he just strides up to her and lays one on her, SIGH, it's just so romantic. I also like the romance in While You Were Sleeping, it's one of my favorite movies.

  2. Confession time. I rarely watch movies. As I was reading your blog, I realized I hadn't watched ANY of those movies. I'm so sorry!

    The only movie I have taped so I could rewatch it was The Lake House with Sandra Bullock and Keanu Reeves. They probably filmed 98% of the movie separately, yet I thought the letters to each other were great. Hearing their voices read them aloud was sexy to me. Still gives me a warm feeling recalling the movie. (Thanks!)

  3. One of my favorite sexy movie moments is the bathroom scene with Kate Hudson and Matthew mcconaughey in "How to Lose a Guy in 10 days". The music and the subtle movements really make the scene. ^^

    Being the sci-fi geek that i am i love the first kiss between Padme and Anakin in the villa scene in episode 2. ^^

  4. Hi Emily!

    I love Harlequin Blazes.......this sounds like a fantastic book! Great excerpt, I already really like Kitty! :)

    A favorite sexy movie of my favorite movies is You've Got Mail and I love the end where they finally meet at the park and she realizes who he is.....very sexy kiss too!

  5. I'd have to say the opera scene in Moonstruck.

  6. Meg Ryan in Sleepless in Seattle

    Your books look great.

  7. I love the waterfall scene in Last of the Mohicans.

  8. The Postman Rings Twice with Lana Turner!

    Tracey D

  9. I always go blank when people ask me to pick a favorite movie for some reason or another. The only one coming to my mind right now is Someone Like You with Ashley Judd and Hugh Jackman.

  10. I love the last scene in the Bourne Identity, when Jason shows up to Marie's shop, she's got her back to him and then is shocked when she realizes he's come back to her. {{Sigh}}

    And for those of you who don't know Emily's books, this latest one is a great read!

  11. The Notebook - the kissing in the rain scene.

  12. The pottery scene in Ghost is AMAZING & the sex scene in The Terminator is HOT!!

  13. I just started getting into Harley Quinn blazes myself and I've found that they're a little better than I first thought, I was expecting mushy gushy stuff.

    Anyway my favorite sexy movie moment? Well I don't know if this would count but I really liked the scene in Dirty Dancing close to the beginning of the movie Johnny was teaching Baby how to dance in the little club where the servants dance, it wasn't like mega sexy but there was still some sensuality to the scene.

    I also really liked the scene where they were in the lake together and he was teaching her how to do a lift in the dance routine they were doing together, again it was more of a sensual scene than a sexy one but still an awesome scene!

  14. I love any love scene with Mathew McConaughey and Kate Hudson. They make a wonderful pair. The pottery scene in Ghost; way to hot! Practical Magic when Sandra Bullock attacks Aiden Quinn! Love it!

  15. Mine all have to do with real old movies. From John Wayne and Maureen O'Hara in the Quiet Man to Lauren Bacall and Humphrey Bogart in To Have and Have Not. I just love old movies and think that it was best when things were left to the imagination and the heated kiss told the story. Just great movie making.