Guest Blogger – Lila Munro

It’s Friday again and that means it’s time for another guest to visit, so please welcome Lila Munro.  Thank you for being here today Lila. 
How Not to Make a Baby for Dummies…
You know years ago, birth control in romance was unheard of. Probably because sex was also unheard of. John and Sally would have a whirlwind romance and get married in the last chapter. John would sweep Sally off her feet and into the bedroom they would go…then SLAM! The door was shut abruptly in our faces. Blah! What fun was that?
My how times have changed. These days in romance it’s an anything goes world. There’s sex seven ways to Sunday. Same sex, hetero, ménage, kink. Hell, we’ve even got inter-species going on in some cases. And although this is about how not to make a baby, seriously, our characters need to know enough to ensure they don’t catch some horrible illness. I’ve always felt, and I know there are many more people out there that agree, that it’s our responsibility as writers to ensure we’re protecting our characters thereby taking a stance in the public eye and letting our readers know, hey this could happen to you. You need to protect yourself and be careful out there! It’s something akin to the rules of BDSM: safe, sane, consensual…I can’t stress those enough in my work. If it’s not safe, and someone doesn’t want to do it, well, they don’t. Period. 
I have to smile sometimes because times have changed so much. I remember when I learned about, well, you know… S-E-X…it wasn’t really polite to talk about it. And we thought we were out on the edge of the envelope in the late seventies, early eighties. We had Mary Jane and her friend Puff, what more was there right?  What did we know? Close to nothing in comparison to what we know today, that’s what. My sex talk came in the form of my mother taking me to the library and checking out a copy of “Becoming a Woman.” I was to read it and ask questions if I had any…like I was really going to ask questions. There wasn’t really a totally open line of communications there. Hell if I knew what a rubber was…and to think about asking her for the pill…Good Lord, I would have surely caught fire and gone down in the fires of hell. LOL Mom’s standing joke was put a quarter in your shoe—it serves two purposes. Call me if you need a ride or if things get out of hand before I get there, hold it between your knees. Yeah that was a safety tip. 🙂
Back then there were basically four ways to not make a baby. Don’t be fucking around…great preventative, but certainly not much fun. Use a condom…if you think it’s hard these days to get one without giggling, try thirty years ago…I lived in Whoville where everyone knew your name and the pharmacist had been giving me cough syrup since I was a wee tot. The pill…you couldn’t get them at free clinics back then and you sure as hell weren’t getting them if you were under eighteen, and I mean really. Who could remember to take the damn thing the morning after a Def Leppard concert anyway? Then of course if you were old enough and you’d had a few squirts and your doctor agreed, he’d tied your tubes. Oh the choices…
These days I can’t keep up with the methods and forms of birth control, there seems to be a new one every single week cropping up. Allegedly condoms are much safer and less cumbersome now…nice to know. There’s something called a vaginal ring, and you can get a shot, or an implant…there are foams, and jellies, and creams, and dams…It’s a paradise!
This also poses a host of issues for romance writers…how the hell do you choose from any of that and protect your characters? 
My preferred method is the standard condom. It is my belief that real men still carry one in case of emergency. Not only does it prevent an Ooops from forming, they also can help prevent the spread of disease. Something we’d like to encourage. Sure in an ideal world our characters would know each other and have past histories, but let’s face it. We write smut for a living, nothing about our world is perfect…perfectly sinful, okay.  🙂   My second in the running of how not to make a baby would be the old stand-by the pill…and this offers a world of possibilities in regards to conflict on why it failed. Convenient? Very! She forgets to take one, she’s on antibiotics and it fails, she just happens to fall in the 2% or whatever that it isn’t a sure thing…conflict…ya gotta love it! 
Whichever method you choose to keep your characters safe…take my advice…even a dummy knows a quarter between your heroine’s knees won’t get the job done. Aside from inflation, after a while your legs just get damn tired and fall open anyway…;)
Thanks for listening to my opinions on keeping our characters safe. 🙂  My latest release is Assumed Master, Book Four in my Identity Series…
We may be born to the lifestyle,

Julie Stevens and Dante Larson always knew their tastes were a bit more eccentric than those of the average person, but acknowledgement of their chosen paths came at different times. While their lives have run parallel for the last twenty years, destiny always came knocking at the wrong time. Julie was a closeted edge player and before Dante could pull her free of her fears, Mason came along and dragged her kicking and screaming from her self-inflicted darkness, leaving Dante wanting. Although Dante’s been in love with Julie since the day he first laid eyes on her, he’s happily married to Blake. But the tides are turning.

But Lady Fate dictates how it should be lived…

Still mourning the death of the only Master she’s ever known, Julie finds herself forced to live with the one man she’s been terrified of for years, Dante. While she has to admit something between them feels right, just as many things feel very, very wrong, starting with the fact he’s married to her gay best friend. Before she even has time to sort out her current predicament, another man catches Julie’s attention. But after losing her mother, her sister, and her husband, can Julie come to grips with the fact that Keegan D’Amate jumps out of perfectly good helicopters for a living, rescue diving for the Coast Guard? And where exactly does that leave Dante, who knows for sure he needs a woman to complete his unconventional marriage? Quite frankly, he’s tired of waiting.

Please enjoy an excerpt:
With his fingers grazing down her arm, he settled his mouth over the base of her neck and sucked as Julie began to tremble at his touches. When he wound his arm around her waist and pulled the fly of her jeans, releasing all the buttons at once, she melded into his frame and didn’t protest. He inched his hand down the front and palmed her mound over the top of the satiny panties that matched the bra at her feet. 
“Say yes, love. I don’t want any misunderstandings about this.” 
“Yes,” she breathed, moving to push her jeans down her hips and stepping out of them, kicking them to the side. “Yes, Sir. Please.” 
Turning loose of her hair and letting it cascade down her bare back, Dante planted a line of kisses down her side, moving to his knees behind her, tugging her panties down to nip at her hips. He worked the flimsy piece of material down her legs and helped her step out of it before turning her. When he did, musky woman floated off her and hit him square in the chest. 
Dear God, how long had he waited to get that reaction from her? While he ran two fingers between her bare pussy lips to find her not just damp but dripping with need, he pressed his tongue along the juncture of her hip, skimming her pubis and back up her other hip. Content in the knowledge he’d done that to her, Dante stood and led her to the edge of the bed where he helped her lay back. Once again he went to his knees in front of her, spreading her legs and inching his way between them. Her pussy glistened and pulsed, greedy and wanting. His mouth watered and his heart sped up.
Slow down. Now that Dante had her where he wanted her, he sure didn’t want to seem like a teenager out for his first fuck. In and out in thirty seconds flat, the victim lying confused, wondering what had happened. Not only that, but with some degree of guilt for even thinking such a thing, he realized he was up against some stiff competition in the form of a ghost. He had to make this good or he’d lose her again, quite possibly for good. Give her the attention she deserves. 
Sitting back a bit, he ran his hand down the outside of her right leg and lifted it, resting her heel on his shoulder. He turned and flicked his tongue against the delicate bone there, circling then settling his lips over it to suck. A barely discernible gasp made its way toward him and he continued his trek up the inside of her calf until he found the dimple at the juncture of her knee. Apparently that was a favored spot as her toes curled up and a low, breathy grunt found life as she clutched the comforter. Dante worked the spot for some time, watching her breasts rise and fall in rhythm with her hitching attempts at air until her breathing became shallow and intermittent. Finishing his ministrations on her right leg, he eased her foot back to the floor and reached for the left one, repeating the motions he’d just performed until he was sucking at the inside of her thigh and his fingers played at the underside where it met the firm flesh of her backside. It was when Julie’s eyes fluttered open, Dante figured out just how far gone she really was. Her gaze was fuzzy and unfocused as she stared at him through hooded lids. 
Holy shit. Was that the secret she kept from every Dom within a tri-county area for so long? Mason had landed a rare gem when he’d hooked her. Julie could fall off the edge of reality with a few flicks of the wrist and some tender touches. She was one of those subs that went to the outer reaches at just the thought of being dominated and here she was perfectly pliable under Dante’s hands and he hadn’t had to land a harsh touch to her in any way, shape, or form. How in the hell had they kept anyone else from figuring this out all these years? This was all it took? All this time Dante thought Mason’s methods were unconventional, but he was also aware that Julie was an edge player and he never really cared for Mason’s interpretation in that arena. Scare tactics. Julie got off on that, but what was wrong with a little bit of good old fashioned pain? A paddling? A flogging? Then he wondered just how far he could take her if she’d let him introduce her to those things. The possibilities were endless. He could probably do things to Julie he couldn’t even do to Blake.
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Lila Munro currently resides on the coast of North Carolina with her husband and their two four-legged kids. She’s a military wife with an empty nest and takes much of her inspiration for her heroes from the marines she’s lived around for the past fifteen years. Coining the term realmantica, she strives to produce quality romance in a realistic setting. Her genre of choice is contemporary romance that spans everything from the sensual to BDSM and ménage. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading everything she can get her hands on, trips to the museum and aquarium, taking field research trips, and soaking up the sun on the nearby beaches. Her works include The Executive Officer’s Wife, Bound By Trust, Destiny’s Fire, Salvation, Three for Keeps, the Force Recon series, the Slower Lower series, and the Identity series. She’s a member in good standing of RWA and Passionate Ink. Currently she’s working on sequels to several series to be released throughout 2012. And has a brand new line scheduled for winter 2012-13. 
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3 responses to “Guest Blogger – Lila Munro

  1. Hi L.M.! Thanks for having me by today!

  2. I just stopped by to say…Hi Lila! Your fellow Rebel Lori Gordon

  3. You're welcome. It has been lovely having you here. I apologise for not having had time to properly promote you though. Totally up to my eyes in stuff at the moment.

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