It's those pesky plot and character things--they keep sucking up all the words and getting in the way of sexxx. I keep forgetting that's Summer's hot, and I have to go back in and spread seeds of awareness and arousal and tension and blah blah blah. If characters can't actually toss off their clothes and get at it, then maybe I'll have to add flashbacks to hot and heavy scenes when characters are out and about in public. Interspersing loaded moments into a conversation about soup. Yo, it's important soup, okay?
But honestly, poor Summer can't remember to maintain tension. My current story is about 60K in and I realize no one's had a single thought of sex or bodies for twenty pages. Twenty whole pages--ten of those without sensuality, even! Even the non-Summer stuff doesn't go that long without a wink or a nudge or a pant or something.
I can only do so much with the layering (larding, one might call it). Someone better get turned on or this will never get the Summer Seal. And since Kate doesn't seem able to sell, Summer's carrying the water around here.
No, this isn't going to be yet another tired and tiresome whine about the escalation of sexxx in boookkks. Today isn't a day to kvetch about menages/mandatory butt sex/shackles for fun etc again. I'll save it for another occasion.
Right now I have to write an orgy. A subdued event--and only brought on by the terrapin soup.