Today I want to welcome National Bestselling author Karin Tabke AKA Karin Harlow.... Take it away Karin....
Sex, Drugs and Rock and Roll!
I grew up in the 70s when the fallout of the sexual revolution was in free-for-all mode. Rock and Roll continued the mantra that if it feels good, hellz, yes, do it, and drugs made it feel really good no matter what you were doing! Life was a big crazy orgy everyone was invited to.
I was caught in the middle of it.
As a child of parents who were married in the fifties, and maintained the mores of that era, I was, to put it mildly, sheltered. My parents weren’t worried about continuing the revolution. They were from a different generation, and liked it that way. Don’t get me wrong, I knew about the birds and the bees, but sex was just not something we talked about.
So when my brother who is a year younger than me and far more worldly at the time (he was all of 10 and I 11) told me what a whore house was, I didn’t believe him. I was shocked and appalled that such a place existed and moreover that women would actually take money to have sex with men. I mean really!
That night at the dinner table, my brother was sitting there with that smug superior look on his face because he was the worldly city mouse and I, his elder sibling, the naïve country mouse. I wanted to slap that look right off his face, so, I did what most girls would do when they wanted the truth, I asked my dad what a whorehouse was. And after he nearly choked to death in embarrassment he told me, “It’s a place where a man pays for a mate.” He abruptly left the table. That my father knew such things was even more upsetting to me than my brother telling me. When I looked across the table to my mom for confirmation that one, my dad just told me the truth and that two, he actually knew about such naughty things, I was once again shocked. Because my mom had almost the same smug look on her face that my brother did!
Hello, who are you people!
Needless to say, I was mortified on all accounts. That’s what I got for living in a safe little box. Years pass, I get into high school and while everyone in the world was having sex while doing drugs and listening to rock and roll, my peers weren’t (at least they weren’t telling anyone about it, really, how naïve was I?). I mean seriously, there was only one girl in my senior class who admitted that she, ‘did it.’ with a guy. Again, Karin was shocked and appalled, but secretly fascinated. You see, I had discovered a dirty little secret of my own. Kathleen Woodiwiss.
The Flame and the Flower and The Wolf and the Dove changed my life. I fell in love with the fantasy of romance and finally understood what all the hoopla about sex was. It was a wonderful thing. If you were in love all the better. It was a way to express your feelings, your trust, and your wild child. The most perfect way to, le sigh, connect with your knight in shining armor. Discovering romance novels was my bliss. I devoured anything and everything remotely romance. The floodgates were wide open and Karin was in love with love. And not just the emotion of love, but mad passionate love scenes. Not sex scenes. There is a difference. To me, love scenes are when two (or in some cases more than two) people who are in love come together and express that love through intimacy. Sex scenes, though they can involve emotions, are more about the act of sex itself. I write both and each has their place in my books.
The book I just wrapped up, BLOODRIGHT, book two in my Blood Moon Rising trilogy, has mad passionate love scenes, as well as crazy out of the box, hell, out of the building sex scenes! It is the most emotional, angsty story I have ever written and because of the emotions involved, it became the sexiest book I have written to date. And I love it. I mean I loved writing that story. I loved the mad passionate love scenes, the crazy sex, the boiling over emotions, the hold-on-for-dear-life roller coaster relationships. Because of the emotion involved in BLOODRIGHT, it turned out to be a love story that will stay with me forever. Because while sex is sex, making love is where the heart is, and wherever the heart is, is where the real story lies.
So, a couple of questions if you feel like chatting. First of all, I would love to know if there was ever a question you asked one of your parents that floored them like my question to my dad floored him, and secondly, are you in it for the love scenes or sex scenes?
Karin will be giving away a copy of one of her masterpieces on her back-list so good luck!!
You can visit Karin here:http://karinharlow.com/