#sentient object romance

[annaralayne]

My book, Railing the Railing, is free today and tomorrow.

An inkeeper, her best friend's twin brother, and a literal staircase railing. What more could you want from a romance?

[marieariewritesstuff]

WIP Blurb

For a fairly long while I have been fascinated by specifically sentient object romance. Why? I don't know. Obsessions like these just happen to me ok. Like how a prophet receives heavenly visions.

I remember forever ago in my early teens getting into monster romance fics and such. Maybe that has something to do with it.

Regardless I have never been a normal contemporary romance book girlie. I love me some weird magic shit. So here's a mock up of a blurb I wrote a while ago.

This WIP is a sentient object romance where the MC, Sawyer, falls for her Tattoo Machine. It's crazy but I thought it was to good of an idea to scrap entirely. I'm more or less posting this so I don't give up on this story.

Anyway, here it is!!!

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Sawyer is… or at least was an apprentice at a local tattoo shop until one day, making too bold a move sent her boss over the edge. Quicker than she could blink, she gets herself kicked out of the studio for good. Lost and clueless about what to do next, she questions whether anyone will have her back in these trying times. Little does she know there is someone still rooting for her. With her through every all-nighter, during every bout of artist block. No need to go out searching for her biggest fan because he’s been here the whole time. Buzzing and needling away in the palm of her latex-clad hands.

One stormy night, a rogue lightning strike. The perfect recipe to bring about the creation of new life. They had always been there, a mere whisper from beyond this plane. Unfortunately, without a physical form, there was only so much they could do to help the woman they loved. But with the help of some Frankenstein-esque magic fuckery, NAME UNDECIDED has all the capabilities he’s ever dreamed of. With this new body, his only mission now is to prove an obedient devotee to the only woman they’ve ever loved and the best artist they’ve ever known. What other reason is there for living?

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You’ve had a crush on your neighbor since middle school and after years abroad, you’ve moved back into your childhood home and he’s your neighbor again.

One day, you say fuck it and make a move on him. He’s hesitant but gives into the clear chemistry between you. Everything is going amazing… until it isn’t.

You’re on your knees on his kitchen floor trying to get his pants off when you hear it. A low growl. You look up at your neighbor but he doesn’t look growly, he looks annoyed.

“Did…did your penis just growl at me?” I sat back on my heels as my hands fell away from Liam’s hard cock. It jutted out from a bed of trim curls. He was gloriously hard, curving up, pre-cum already beaded at the tip.

It was probably the prettiest penis I had ever seen and, until two seconds ago, I was fully prepared and eager to put it in my mouth. Except, I was fairly fucking certain it had growled at me.

“What? No, that’s insane.” Liam gripped his cock and gave it one slow pump that had my gaze riveted. “It was definitely my stomach.”

Which I might have believed. Except Liam could not lie worth a damn and he was absolutely lying to me. I might have been willing to write it off as horny weirdness from someone who had already told me it had been years since the last time he’d been with a woman. Except, I was pretty sure he had a growling penis, and we really needed to explore that.

“Liam?” I looked up the length of his body to his eyes. They were dark and half-shut as his hand gave another slow pump. “Want to tell me about your growling penis?”

His head fell backward on a curse and he looked up at the ceiling as though it might hold the answers I was demanding. Eventually, he blew out a breath and looked back down at me.

“No, talking about Bane is the very last fucking thing I want to do when your mouth is inches from my bare cock. When you’ve had your hands wrapped around him already and he’s begging for more of it.”

“Your penis has a name?” It wasn’t the weirdest thing I’d ever heard of. One of my exes called his cock the matador, of all fucking things.

“A fucking nuisance, is what he is.” Liam muttered before releasing his cock and propping his hands on his hips. “Might as well say hello.”

-Sentient Pen15 from Outer Space by Sabrina Cross.

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Who would have guessed a book about a sentient glory hole would be the book that got the most emotional responses out of people?

[meancaroline]

Sentient Object Romance Masterlist:

Stuffed, by Silvia Morrow (Pillow)

Double Stuffed, by Silvia Morrow (Pillow…and fish)

Squeak: A Twisted Tale, by Vera Valentine (Balloons)

Ravaged by the Gingerbread Man, by Fannie Tucker (Gingerbread Man)

Seduced by the Pumpkin Spice Latte, by Evelyn Cloves (PSL…kind of)

Smashed by the Christmas Inflatables, by S.R. Griffith (Christmas Inflatables)

Unhinged: An Erotic Door Romace, by Vera Valentine (Door, technically)

Mating With Mallows, by Nora Noodle (For legal reasons, these are not Peeps)

Pushin’ Cushions: A Political Sentient Object Romance, by Unfortunate Reads & Vera Valentine (Couch, technically)