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Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Eye F*cking and Other Non-Verbal Communication by Heidi Ruby Miller

Eye F*cking and Other Non-Verbal Communication




It was an advanced cultural anthropology class on conformity and conflict revolving around sex. You know the kind—you read about all these mating rituals around the world then go and reenact them back in your dorm room with some guy who's joining the Peace Corps upon graduation.

Except in your lame imitation of a domestic Margaret Mead, you learn a little something along the way—like what's the difference between polygamy, polygyny, polyandry, and plural marriage or how gender roles form among the sexes or why most sex begins with non-verbal communication.




One of our required readings was an article from an old 1971 issue of Playboy Magazine titled "The Sounds of Silence," where Edward T. Hall and Mildred Reed Hall, a husband and wife research team—how cute is that!—wrote about the significance of non-verbal communication. They explained through examples how every subtle gesture and facial expression adds necessary depth to our verbal messages and how those gestures take on a different significance depending upon culture.




Among other things, they talk about how we use preening gestures to show interest in the opposite sex. For instance, a woman might smooth her hair, show her bare wrists or part of a thigh, while a man moves his gaze over the woman's body and face repeatedly--thus the title of my post!

In fact, the Halls detail in their article how we communicate three things with our eyes: dominance vs. submission, positive vs. negative, and involvement vs. detachment. Pretty straight forward stuff when you think about it.




When I created a culture for my books set in the Ambasadora-verse, I went back to the Halls' article and all the other readings from my anthro class. I knew I wanted a society in which plural marriage was the norm because it was the only way to replenish a decimated population traveling for generations on worldships. But some of these citizens would still yearn for the taboo of monogamy, for finding their one true love--even though the concept of love is relegated to nothing more than an emotional fallacy within their world.




In this kind of sexually charged culture, where there was a caste system in place, finding genetically superior mates (I call them amours) would become the most important thing, even among these sophisticated and technologically advanced humans. So I made them a very affectionate society where every gesture signifies something, whether it's a kiss to the forehead meant as an informal greeting or honing in on a potential amour's pupil dilation to gauge attraction. Deciphering the meaning of a touch becomes an art form and flirtation reaches the level of targeted precision.




Romance writers and readers have known for a long time just how important these silent signals are to relationships, especially when a couple first meets. The body language is just as important as the dialogue. That's why we embrace those gazes, those sultry looks, and those playful trailing of fingertips across skin--they're there for a reason!

GIVEAWAY: Tell us about a book you've read which really used body language to increase sexual tension between the characters and be entered to win a copy of one of my books, Greenshift or Ambasadora, or a bundle of both. Don't forget to leave your email address disguised something like this: heidirubymiller AT gmail. The three winners will be drawn randomly. Good luck!



Heidi Ruby Miller has been putting too much sex in her Science Fiction since 2005 because the relationship is as important as the adventure.

She loves high-heeled shoes, action movies, Chanel, intense music, and video games. And she has a column called Geek Girl Underground on IMJ.

Heidi is a member of The Authors Guild, Pennwriters, SFR Brigade, Broad Universe, and SFPA. Visit her at heididrubymiller.blogspot.com.

The sexy photos came from 123RF(R)!





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Arlene Webb
Graylin Fox
Barbara Elsborg
Laurie A. Green
Jessica E. Subject
Jaleta Clegg
Heather Massey
Rebecca Royce

A Chemical Romance by Pippa Jay


Love is one of the most common themes in creative arts. It’s considered part of the survival instinct, a drive that helps keep human beings together to ensure the continuation of the species. Perhaps that’s why it’s such a common theme, particularly in science fiction, where threats to the species can be so much bigger and catastrophic on a galactic, or even universal scale.

But how would that work for a relationship between two different species, as can happen in a science fiction romance? Would a species that might be physically compatible respond in the same way to the pheromones released by a human? What if they had the opposite effect? And if love in a human is the drive to mate and perpetuate the species, how does that work with a biologically incompatible partner? Will we ever find out for real!?Most of us are aware that love is supposedly the result of a cocktail of different chemicals surging round our bodies. That initial dizziness we feel, the racing heart, the sweaty palms and hot flushes are all down to the release of dopamine, norepinephrine and phenylethylamine. The feeling of bliss comes from the “pleasure drug” dopamine. The racing heart and excitement are due to the adrenaline-like norepinephrine. Together they produce elation, intense energy, sleeplessness, loss of appetite: all the classic symptoms of being in love. When a couple has sex, oxytocin is released during orgasm and creates an emotional bond. The more sex, the greater the bond.

So far most of my involved couples have been human (or relatively so!). But romance in science fiction where one or both of the characters isn’t human is part of what gives sfr a greater scope to explore. To pursue a whole range of ‘what ifs’ beyond the simple ‘will they/won’t they?’ get together. That’s what I love about science fiction romance, where a happily ever after may not just depend on that first kiss.

To celebrate I’m offering a random commentator (please leave an e-mail address!) the choice of either a $10 Amazon Gift Card or a $15 Gift Certificate from my publisher Lyrical Press Inc. Enjoy! J

Follow me on Twitter as - @pippajaygreen

Keir - a science-fiction romance available 7th May 2012 from Lyrical Press Inc:
Blurb:


Outcast. Cursed. Dying. Is Keir beyond redemption?
For Keirlan de Corizi--the legendary 'Blue Demon' of Adalucien--death seems the only escape from a world where his discolored skin marks him as an oddity and condemns him to life as a pariah. But salvation comes in an unexpected guise: Tarquin Secker, a young woman who can travel the stars with a wave of her hand.
But Quin has secrets of her own. She's spent eternity searching through space and time with a strange band of companions at her back. Defying her friends' counsel, Quin risks her apparent immortality to save Keir. She offers him sanctuary and a new life on her home world, Lyagnius.
When Keir mistakenly unleashes his dormant alien powers and earns instant exile from Quin's home world, will she risk everything to stand by him again?



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Heather Massey
Rebecca Royce

Valentine's Day with Acton and Lizbeth by Rebecca Royce


Lizbeth fiddled with the control panel in the Maintenance Room. It never seemed to work right and after their last encounter with the Lizard People, she wasn’t exactly certain that it ever would again. How many times could one section of the ship get blown up and rebuilt before it went permanently haywire?

“Should you be doing that?”

Lizbeth jumped, bumping her head against the panel and cursing. Damn, Acton. He always snuck up on her.

He shook his head, making a tut-tut sound before pulling her into his embrace. “This is why I asked if you should be doing that?”

She shoved at his chest. “Captain, I was doing just fine until you startled me, which I think you did on purpose.”

Acton raised an eyebrow. “It’s Captain, now?”

Lizbeth flipped him her middle finger, something she knew he understood since he’d taught it to her. It might be an earth specific gesture but the meaning seemed clear in any language.

“Now, don’t be like that.” He took her hand, kissing her knuckles gently. “I’m just worrying about you and the little one.” He rubbed her belly to stress what he made.

She bit down on her lip. She couldn’t be angry with him when he acted like that. Her current pregnant state had come about thanks to his teaching her about mistletoe around the human Christmas holiday.

“I made you something?”

He pulled a cut out red piece of paper shaped like a heart and handed it to her. She stared at the paper blankly. “You had the computer cut out a heart out of a piece of red paper for me?”

Acton rolled his eyes. “I didn’t use the computer. I did it myself and it’s for you because it’s Valentine’s Day.”

“I don’t know what that is. Is it another human thing?”

“It's the day that humans stop and take time to tell each other how much they love each other.”

Lizbeth scratched her head. Human traditions confused her. “Why do they only do that once a year?”

“They do it all the time but Valentine’s Day they remember to take the time.”

She held out the card. “By cutting out pieces of paper?”

“And giving each other flowers and chocolate.”

Now that was an idea she could get behind “Chocolate?”

His grin lit up the room as he passed her a box filled with her most favorite thing in the universe—chocolate. She grabbed the present greedily and held it to her chest. “I think you’re right. I absolutely should not be fixing the maintenance unit. I absolutely should be eating these instead.”

Do you want to see more of Acton and Lizbeth and how they ended up together gallivanting through space? Check out Yes, Captain.

And Happy Valentine’s Day to all of you! Enter to win a $10 Amazon Gift to one lucky commentator.

RR

http://rebeccaroyce.com/


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Arlene Webb
Graylin Fox
Barbara Elsborg
Laurie A. Green
Jessica E. Subject
Jaleta Clegg
Heather Massey

The Top Ten Reasons To Fall In Love In Outer Space by Heather Massey

Plenty of science fiction romances feature couples who fall in love during their far out space adventures. That got me to thinking—why is that? Why is space such a fertile locale for love?

As a result of my various synapses firing, I came up with The Top Ten Reasons To Fall In Love In Outer Space:

1) A Space station bar is a great place to meet your soul mate
2) Zero-g gravity
3) You can scream as loud as you want while having sex and no one will hear you.
4) Alien Lovers ‘R’ Us
5) Space is where all the cool cats hang out (bounty hunters, pirates, starship captains, etc.)

6) Extended starship journeys guarantee plenty of “us” time
7) Nothing brings a couple closer together better than a galactic war or the threat of an alien invasion
8) Falling in love on a planet is so twenty-first century
9) The views are spectacularly romantic
10) Exotic ports-of-call. After all, a couple needs either a relaxing getaway or a dangerous place to spice things up

Giveaway time!


To celebrate the idea of love matches in space, I’m giving away a digital copy of my military sci-fi romance, Queenie’s Brigade. Here’s the story blurb:

Captain Michael Drake desperately needs an army to save Earth after a crushing defeat by alien invaders. When his damaged starship docks at a remote prison colony, he discovers Earth’s last best hope—an army to replace the one he lost.


But Queenie, the feral goddess ruling the prison, has other plans for the rugged military leader. After imprisoning Drake and seizing his ship, she prepares to lead her blood-thirsty band to freedom before the invaders track them down.


Despite her intentions, Queenie secretly falls for the sexy, hotshot captain. Drake makes it plain he wants to win back Earth with her by his side. But is following her heart worth betraying her people?


***

The winner can choose from among these formats: PDF, ePub, or Mobi. The deadline to enter is midnight EST on Friday, 2/17/12.

Entering is easy: Leave a comment and tell me what appeals to you about characters falling in love in outer space!

About the author:
Heather Massey is a lifelong fan of science fiction romance. She searches for sci-fi romance adventures aboard her blog, The Galaxy Express.

She’s also a writer of the subgenre: Her forthcoming sci-fi romance is The Watchmaker’s Lady (Clockpunk Trilogy #1), coming April 2012 from Red Sage Publishing. To learn more about her published work, visit www.heathermassey.com.

If you have science fiction romance news to share, or simply want to tell me about your kung fu fighting koala bear, email me at heather@heathermassey.com.



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Arlene Webb
Graylin Fox
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Jessica E. Subject
Jaleta Clegg

Be My Valentine by Jaleta Clegg

Valentine's Day is a special one for me - it's my wedding anniversary. We rarely celebrate on that day, though, because we're mostly cheapskates and hate crowds. Our latest romantic date involved taking the dog to obedience class without our kids. Not what most people would consider romantic, not in the least. And yet, it was.

Romance really bothers me because I can't quantify it or measure it. I'm a science nerd, I want to take things apart and figure out the nuts and bolts. Romance in life and writing doesn't lend itself to logic or scientific inquiry.

What makes something romantic? Is it flowers and music and chocolate and sexy waiters with bedroom eyes serving bubbly drinks with umbrellas? Or does it have more to do with the relationship between the two lovers?

I don't write Romance, I write science fiction adventure with romantic subplots. For me, the romance is not the physical relationship between the characters, but the emotional. Nexus Point contains exactly one very short, chaste kiss. The sequel (which is in negotiation with a publisher, long story) contains a lot more kissing but less romance. The main character, Dace, has no idea what relationships are all about. She's been abused and neglected most of her life. When Tayvis, the hunky lead man in Nexus Point, takes an interest in her, she has no clue how to handle it or even what it means. A major theme of the books is the question, what is love and what does it really mean? For someone who's never experienced it, the question is a tough one to tackle.

Most romance stories deal with the initial falling-in-love stage of a relationship. It's exciting, it's sexy, it doesn't involve the day-to-day drudgery of life together. How sexy is a ratty flannel nightgown when you're seven months pregnant and feeling like something the cat chewed up, barfed out, and left on the front porch for a week? According to my husband, very sexy. That moment is real, and it's one of my precious memories. I was brushing my teeth in my decrepit flannel nightgown, feeling like a beached whale with my pregnant belly (number six, if you want to know), my hair a mess, and feeling like the cat toy, when my husband looked at me with that light in his eyes and said, "Do you know how beautiful you are?"

That, my friends, is real romance.


Giveaway!
Want to experience my kind of romance? I'm giving away one ebook copy of Nexus Point. And since life isn't romantic without chocolate somewhere, I'm giving away a bag of Dove chocolates (US only, please). Email me at jaletaclegg@gmail.com with your idea of a romantic moment and you could win! I'll pick winners randomly on Feb 21.

~Jaleta Clegg writes science fiction adventure with plenty of romance and silly horror stories without romance, although it leaks out sometimes when she's not looking. You can find links to her books and stories at www.jaletac.com


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Jessica E. Subject

Passion: Emotion with High Stakes by Laurie A. Green

Valentine's Day usually brings to mind the softer side of love—fragrant flowers, delectable candy, soft music, a candlelit dinner and the liquid bouquet of a fine wine. Touching, tender moments spent with someone you love.


But love also has a more unruly and tumultuous side.
Passion.

According to Wikipedia, passion is from the Ancient Greek verb πάσχω (paskho) meaning to suffer)…a term applied to a very strong feeling about a person or thing. Passion is an intense emotion compelling feeling, enthusiasm, or desire for something.”What defines passion?

Passion isn’t necessarily confined to the realm of romance. The ancient Greeks saw love and war as virtually the same thing, two pursuits driven by the same emotion. In their mythology, Aphrodite, the goddess of love, and Ares, the god of war, were usually paired. Hand-in-hand they were the hallmarks of Passion.

In Science Fiction Romance, love is the tie that binds, but passion can compel a character to do surprising things. To act in a way that defies everything they believe in, to take enormous risks, and put their lives and everything they hold dear on the line. Indeed, passion can “launch a thousand ships.”


In the motion picture Avatar, Jake becomes torn between two worlds when he mentally "drives" an avatar with alien-human DNA and immerses himself in the environment of the sentient moon, Pandora, and its Na'vi people. His tutor and guide, the female alien Neytiri, is at first disgusted by Jake's blundering attempts to learn about her world, which does not compute to the former Marine. In her words, Jake cannot learn because he cannot “see.” Even as he begins to understand and form a deep bond with Neytiri in his Avatar form, his human alter ego is supplying information to a military commander who's twitching for a chance to unleash superior military might on the natives. When Jake is forced to choose between two worlds, it’s passion that drives him to take an insane leap (literally) and win back the respect of Neytiri and her Omaticaya clan, earning a place as their new leader. In doing so, Jake not only puts his life on the line, but his human existence. Love and war again intertwined in a dynamic story of risk and emotion.

Exploring passion in SFR gives readers a stake in the plight of the characters and their futures. Understanding what drives a character to react or rebel brings them to life. What better way to understand their core strengths than by sharing the journey toward overcoming their weaknesses. By mentally joining with them as they gamble their very lives or the existence of everything they believe in.


As a reader, give me a tale that takes a character right over an emotional cliff—and then brings them back again—and you’ll have a fan for life. A story that fails to deliver on passion never lives up to its full potential.
Maybe Joss Whedon, the creator of Firefly, said it best: Passion, it lies in all of us, sleeping…waiting…and though unwanted…unbidden…it will stir…open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us…guides us…passion rules us all, and we obey…Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love…the clarity of hatred…and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion maybe we’d know some kind of peace…but we would be hollow…Empty rooms shuttered and dank. Without passion we’d be truly dead.”

And so would our stories.

Laurie A. Green writes award-winning Science Fiction Romance and blogs at Spacefreighters Lounge. She is best known as the founder of the SFR Brigade community of writers and fans. Always fascinated by stories of romance in the final frontier, she began seriously penning SFRs in 2007. Her first two novels were finalists in the 2011 RWA Golden Heart® Awards and have won numerous writing competitions across the US.

For the Love, Lasers and Light Swords Valentine’s Bash, Laurie is offering a chance to win a full length SFR novel that sizzles—Barbara Elsborg's LUCY IN THE SKYthe story of a heroine from Earth swept away by Three, a lusty alien hunk from the stars. But Three's passion-driven impulse spells doom. If discovered on his mothership, Lucy will be guaranteed a one-way trip into space without a spacesuit. If you are over the age of 18, enter a comment below for a chance to win. Be sure to include a contact email address. (Choice of print or digital copy for addressees inside continental US, digital e-book outside US, or an Amazon e-Gift Certificate).



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Arlene Webb
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Don't Break My Heart by Barbara Elsborg



How many times have you read – her heart was breaking? Or—He broke her heart. Or she broke his heart. Don’t want to be sexist here. Doctors have identified a condition that mimics a heart attack, most often suffered by post-menopausal women who’ve lost a loved one. But any emotional trauma – grief, anger, anxiety—can trigger a massive surge of adrenaline that overwhelms the heart. It freezes the left ventricle, reducing its ability to contract and pump blood, and causes symptoms similar to an actual heart attack. It’s been called a concussion of the heart and it’s rare. Only 1-2% of people diagnosed with a heart problem have this, but it accounts for 6% of women’s heart attacks. The good news is lasting damage is rare and the heart recovers.

Bit of a morbid topic for Valentine’s Day, but I wanted to write about what a fantastic organ the heart is. It pumps (if you’re lucky) without problem for your entire life. Day after day, week after week, year after year. If only we could invent motors that worked for so long! So far 620 days is the longest anyone has survived with an artificial heart. While I can’t imagine an artificial brain being produced in my lifetime, I do believe that scientists will manage to build a long-lasting heart. Technology advances in leaps and bounds and is catching up with science fiction. Humans will have bodies that are built to last, skin that doesn’t age, muscles that never tire, and a heart that never wears out. When they fathom out a way to control adrenaline surges, then we won’t even have a concussion of the heart, but I suspect writers will still be using the expressions – he broke her heart. She broke his heart.


Don’t do that today. Today make someone’s heart sing by telling them you love them. Then remember to do that the day after and the day after that for as long as your heart keeps beating.
My heroine Lucy – in Lucy in the Sky thinks her heart’s about to stop when she’s whisked into space, but it turns out to be a journey to love. For one randomly picked commentator – I offer an ebook copy of Lucy in the Sky.

Happy Valentine’s Day!
www.barbaraelsborg.com


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Graylin Fox

Where are their sex parts again? by Graylin Fox

Welcome to my little post on this Valentine's Day.

My question going into any science fiction romance where alien species are involved is simple. Are they *ahem* built like us? I mean does tab P still go into slot V?



I'm currently writing a Science Fiction story called Deadly Beauty and my aliens, the Asrians, are plants that evolved through engineering. I've yet to describe their lovemaking process but it's plant based. So I'm headed back to my old science books on pollen and stuff to see how I can make that sexy. Then again, it's him, her, and the alien equivalent of a bumblebee. Does that count as a threesome? Well, I don't know either.. yet!

But I'm taking suggestions in the comments section. How would lab-created plant-based life forms make love and procreate... go! 




I'm very happy to have joined this little blog here with Jessica and Dawn. It's wonderful to shoot emails back and forth with strange ideas and have them "ooooed" over.. and we do. :)

Remember to read and comment and every post today so you can qualify for the most goodies!!


Graylin

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Arlene Webb

Flowers for Valentine's Day by Arlene Webb




“Hi. My name is Flowers Suck (FS). I’m an overworked florist who teleported from the year 2222 to witness the launch of the revamped Backward Momentum blog into a haven for lovers of Science Fiction Romance. I come bearing gifts (a lame basket of flowers) and hoping to crash this party.”

FS drew in a deep breath of dead flower scent. “Red roses, a traditional (boring), and established symbol (archaic) of love (no imagination) has a tried and true pattern of boy/girl meets girl/boy, screws up, re-finds their love and rides either on horseback, driving Volkswagen bug, skipping hand in hand (all too lame to have a spaceship) off into the sunset (clichéd).

“Young Adult by itself is pure and innocent (yep, boring). But add in determined lovers filled with angst, the bittersweet becomes emotional and page turning fun. Paranormal without romance means the green Trix flower (dianthus or carnation family, relatively new to the flower scene and very cool) is just another Dr. Seuss type script of weirdness, but throw in lust and love, the vamp, were, shape shifter is someone who the reader can fall in love with.”

“As to Horror, trust me! clowns are about as frightening as Casper the ghost, while (shudder) Teddy bears can be downright evil. They’ll chop of the head of a hero in a blink of its beady black eye.”

I really hate VD day. FS scowls at the humongous pile of thorns and foliage leaves at her feet. The last thing she wanted to do was blither on about romance when she had eight billion lovely (barf) roses to process, but she’d made a commitment to say something, no matter how trite, in honor of this really (I’m serious) awesome event.

“In conclusion, I know for fact (from the future, remember?) the three SFR writers who’ll run this blog will not only repeatedly make the bestseller list, they’ll also elevate the standards of the romance genre to make science fiction rule !! (throws confetti and bonbons everywhere) over any other.

Kay, enough blither. Where the hell is the tequila? I’d rather drink the sunrise than shuttle into it. BTW, check it out. Arlene’s gifting a print or e copy of a paranormal romance novel called Ashes, and an e-copy of Splintered Energy, book one in a series of four. Splintered Energy is sci-fi romance. The lucky (ha ha) winner could decide for themselves if science rules over paranormal. Thank you, so much, Dawn, Jessica, and Graylin for hosting me! Bye.” FS races off in search of alcohol.

Welcome to the Bash!

Welcome All to The Love, Lasers and Light Swords, Backward Momentum First Annual Valentine's Day Bash.

I'm one of your hosts, Brodie Mark. If you have any questions, or just want to say hi, you can email me at Brodie Mark of Rebel Souls (at) gmail (dot) com
Please remove the spaces and change the at and dot to the appropriate symbol.

The Rules

I've covered these once, but I'll go over them one more time, just to make sure everyone has had a chance to see them.

Rule One: My house--my rules. No bashing of Science fiction romance, any authors, here or otherwise, or any of my guests. All comments that break this rule will be deleted and the commentor excluded from our drawings. This is for fun, let's keep it that way. You don't want to find yourself on the business end of my laser.

Rule Two: Leave as many comments as you like under the post, but only one comment per post will qualify for the drawings. All comments will be pooled together at the end of the bash, and a Grand prize winner drawn from them.

Rule Three: Scanty clothing--optional. Dancing on the tables--optional. (just don't break anything in my club). Also, please check all lasers and blasters at the door. Can't have any of them going off. Bribery is fine, just realize it won't get you anywhere. Well, maybe not anywhere. Just remember the saying, "be careful what you wish for."

Rule Four: There's another guy running around here somewhere. Cut him some slack. He's had a rough week, lot's of woman trouble.

That about does it. Let's party!