Diana Hardy Talks about Sex

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Talking About Sex
by Dianna Hardy

Thanks so much to Victoria for hosting me on her blog :)

One of the great things about being an author is that you get to be a lot of different people; sometimes I wonder if it’s an acceptable form of schizophrenia.

The Witching Pen (the first book in a paranormal romance trilogy) centres around Elena, who’s a virgin. I had to invoke my inner-virgin in order to write her character, and I can’t say it was easy to remember what it was like to be a virgin! In fact, I don’t really remember what it was like at all. And I wonder if part of the reason is that sex never even featured in my mind as a topic worth exploring, until I was in the position to be able to physically explore it (I was always more interested in sports and reading).

In this respect, Elena is the same. She is a character that never once thought about sex, until one day, at the age of fifteen, her mother sat her down and explained to her that she could never have sex because of what it would mean to her lineage as a thirteenth generation witch.

I wrote a free short story called Wilted (not erotic or romance, but more general), specifically for fans of the series, which focuses on this talk with her mother, as well as her relationship with her best friend, Karl, who by his own admission, has always loved her.


Ten years on from this, Karl and Elena (now twenty-five) are living together as “friends”. He is still madly in love with her, and she’s still a virgin and denying any existence of her feelings. Enter one magic pen that can write the future and a demon who wants Elena all for himself, and we have the beginning of a plot that will carry everyone through three books, plus a spin-off novel.

Below is an excerpt that gives you an insight into Elena’s thought processes after her and Karl share a kiss one night:

She heated up at the thought of it. This was an area of her life she felt completely lost in – she may as well still be a teenager. It was as if that emotional part of her had stopped developing when her mum had sat her down and told her all about why she would have to die a virgin. Sure, she’d pleasured herself, she knew how to do that. She’d read everything she could about sex in books, online, absorbed all kinds of stories from others at school, she’d looked at pictures in dirty mags, hell, she’d even watched porn a whole bunch of times. But she’d never had the privilege of feeling it – growing as a person with it. It was always something that she held at arm’s length, for obvious reasons. With a sinking feeling, she didn’t know how she was going to do that any more, because she wanted Karl in ways she never knew was possible.

Pushing that sinking feeling away, she gave him a quick look. His eyes were closed, his breathing still even. Tentatively, she pulled the covers off them and glanced at his cotton boxers. The material was moulded around his erection, showing off its contours. It looked bigger than she’d expected and judging by the wetness she could feel between her own legs, her body didn’t mind.

She held her breath and bit her lip to steady her hand, then hooked one finger around his waistband.

“I will not be held responsible for my actions based on any decision you’re about to make.”

With a start, she let go of his underwear and the elastic pinged back against his skin.


“Sorry! I was just—”


She nodded, her face aflame. “I’ve never seen one in real life.”

His eyebrows shot up. “You’re kidding.”


The silence was tinged with her embarrassment, but curiosity still gnawed at her.

“Can I … can I see it?”

She saw desire colour his eyes. It gave her an illicit feeling of pleasure – something deep and so wonderfully personal.

I make him feel like that.

He nodded.

Tugging at his waistband once more, she pulled down his boxers and released him. Her heart thudded behind her ribcage. It was even bigger now. She’d seen enormous ones in magazines, but those had seemed unreal somehow. This however, was very real … and magnificent. It twitched under her gaze, as if it were alive. With a small moan, she realised that’s how it would feel inside her. Alive, moving, hard … how hard was it?

“Can I touch it?”

“Fuck, Elena, you’re going to be the end of me.” His voice was hoarse – it drove her on.


With a groan, he nodded again.

She touched it lightly with her fingertips, starting at the top, slowly feeling her way down. It was smooth and warm. She wasn’t sure why, but in her mind, she’d always thought it would be cold, like steel or something – maybe because hard things were always associated with coldness.

She wrapped her entire hand around him. It was definitely hard. Karl let out a noise that had her wanting to throw herself on top of him, and moved his hips up off the sheets. She moved her hand up with him and before she knew it, she was the one lying back on the bed and Karl was devouring her mouth with his own, his tongue sweeping the inside of it.

The Witching Pen is available as an eBook, currently at the offer price of $0.99 (list price $1.99), and will be released as a paperback at the end of April.

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Dianna Hardy is a multi-genre author of paranormal things, dark things, poetic things, sexy things, taboo things, and sometimes funny things. Writes about witches, demons and angels. All info can be found on her website DiannaHardy.com