When comparing erotica and erotic romance, a reader shouldn’t look so much at the content as the intent. The point of erotica is usually…well, eroticism. Sex and how it titillates and stimulates the reader is the focal point. This doesn’t meant every erotic story is about strangers having a wild sexcapade and not sharing any emotion. Plenty of erotica is written about established and committed couples. The focus of the story, however, is to please the reader with the characters’ shared sexual experience. Even if love is involved, the sexuality gets emphasized.
In erotic romance, the focus is still on sex, but the characters are also building toward something deeper. A love story is being told, but the author is certainly not glossing over the juicy parts. The characters are bonding through their desire and working toward a happy ending.
In One Night In Cleveland, my characters have just met and they fall in lust first. Caylee is a Cleveland police officer who accidentally arrests Matt, a chef, after mistaking him for a wanted criminal. While Matt is initially attracted to how good Caylee looks in her uniform, and Caylee is drooling over more than just Matt’s culinary skills, sexual craving transforms into something more profound by the end of the story. Although they’re initially drawn to what’s on the surface, they end up going deeper. That’s what erotic romance is about: building love from that initial delicious blinding rush of hormones.
As for romance, the focus of the story is most often on the emotional side of the relationship and its growth into something solid. Sex may or may not be integral. So, to take an analogy from chef Matt’s book—if erotica is all candy and sweets, erotic romance is a nice meal with a big gooey dessert after, and romance is a buffet.
…now I’m hungry!
Chef Matt Fattore lives a clean and lawful life—so he doesn’t expect to meet the woman of his wet dreams by being arrested by her. When Lieutenant Caylee Benton of the Cleveland PD mistakes him for a wanted burglar, Matt finds out fantasies sometimes land right in your lap—and frisk you.
Sparks fly despite the misunderstanding and Matt decides to take a chance and ask her out—and maybe, coax her into bed. But Caylee is more than just a beautiful woman with a badge and a gun. While Matt is falling in lust with her, she’ll become his hero, too.
Matt is about to spend the wildest twenty-four hours of his life in Cleveland, and if he’s lucky, he’ll be in handcuffs by the end of the night.
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Caylee lay on her side, facing him. Her eyes were closed, her face relaxed. Her golden hair spilled across the pillow. Her lip gloss was long gone but the rest of her makeup still looked perfect, at least in his masculine opinion. He would have to try harder next time.
She still wore her sexy blue dress. He hadn’t tried hard enough to get that off, either.
Matt shifted away from her and stretched. He still wore his dress pants and shirt too, though some of the buttons on the shirt were undone. They were on top of the covers. When they’d moved from the couch to the bed he honestly wasn’t pushing, of the mind he’d kiss her for a while, let her leave and then take care of his sexual frustration with his hand.
Despite all the coffee they’d consumed, they fell asleep. He figured she’d had an early morning and frankly, so had he. If he hadn’t been wrongfully arrested he would have pedaled home and snoozed for a few more hours before work.
After stretching the knots out of his back and neck, he rolled toward her again and carefully draped his arm over her side. She stirred and opened her eyes.
“Morning,” he said softly.
She jerked her head up and looked wide-eyed around the room, then back at him. The look of alarm on her face was comical, and cute.
“Oh, gosh.” She ruffled her hair. “We fell asleep. What time is it?”
He chuckled. “I’m messing with you. It’s only midnight. You gotta work tomorrow morning?”
She relaxed. “No. I arranged it so I don’t have to go in until the afternoon. You’re not the only one who made exceptions for our date.”
He rubbed the sumptuous curve of her hip. He needed to commit every inch of her to memory for his fantasies later.
“I’m sorry I fell asleep.” She yawned. “How tacky of me.”
“I don’t know if you noticed, but I don’t mind.”
She rubbed her eyes, then yanked her hand back and grimaced at her fingers.
“Oh crap, forgot I had makeup on.” Her mascara was smeared around her eyes now, but she still looked beautiful. Maybe even more so, a little imperfect and rumpled.
“You want to watch some more Netflix?” he asked. “I can make a snack, too.”
She pressed a hand to his chest, where his shirt was undone and open. “I feel like you’re trying to keep me prisoner here as long as possible.”
“Guilty. Guess you’ll have to arrest me for kidnapping.” He kissed her.
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