by Stefanie London
Feeling sexy can be tough. Between our own personal insecurities, busy schedules, and stressing out over meeting other people’s expectations, sexy is sometimes the last thing we feel. Learning to be comfortable in one’s own skin is something that often comes up for the heroines I write.
Whether they’re unsure how to approach the guy they like, lacking confidence in bed or whether they’re afraid to open up emotionally, one thing always becomes clear by the end of the book—you have to get comfortable in your own skin before you can be confident around other people.
In Loving the Odds the heroine, Bailey, takes a workshop called ‘Finding Your Inner sexy’ and this starts her on a journey to finding out what makes her feel good. Luckily for her, the sexy hero, Lance, is right there to lend a helping hand both literally and figuratively.
So here are my top tips for finding your inner sexy:
- Do you something that makes YOU feel good and don’t worry about what other people say. Get a massage, run a bath, have your hair blow dried or do some yoga—whatever makes you feel good about yourself will help you to find that spark that makes you feel sexy.
- Hydrate! This might seem like an odd tip, but our bodies function way better in all aspects when we’re fully hydrated. So reach for that water bottle and drink up.
- Wear something that makes you feel like a million bucks. That means an outfit that’s in a colour you love, that fits and that feel nice against your skin. Doesn’t have to be dress, it just has to make you smile when you look in the mirror.
- Tell yourself you look hot. I’m serious, stand in front of a mirror and tell yourself that you’re sexy/loveable/desirable. So often we say negative things to ourselves and this can be a huge factor in our confidence.
- When in doubt, pick up a sexy romance novel and get some inspiration.
An idea struck him. He could kill two birds with one stone—help her have a little fun in a crazy awkward situation and get one over her Neanderthal ex. That idiot needed to know what he’d lost. “If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. Right?”
“What on earth are you talking about?” Her arms were folded tight under her bust, dragging the hem of his T-shirt higher up her legs.
He jumped onto the bed and bounced up and down so the springs squeaked. “They’re not the only ones who can make a little noise.”
Her lips twitched. “You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, Bailey,” he moaned loudly.
Pink spread out across her cheeks and she clamped a hand over her mouth, shaking her head. “You did not just do that.”
“Oh, yeah!” He jumped again, pausing only to hold a hand out to her. “Come on.”
She hesitated but a thump behind the adjoining wall rattled the prints again and she let out a frustrated ugh. “Screw it.”
Her hand slipped into his and she jumped up onto the bed beside him, testing her balance as she bounced. Still holding his hand, she jumped hard. The shift in the mattress almost knocked him over.
“Oh, Lance, do me harder!” she cried, stifling a giggle with her other hand.
They jumped together, picking up the pace. She tossed her glasses onto the side table and her hair slipped from the knot on her head, tumbling over her shoulders in luscious black waves. It fell down her back and flicked as she jumped.
She backed up on the bed, kicking the pillows out of the way, and grabbed the headboard. “What do you think? How about we give this bed a work out?”
They rattled the board and Bailey thumped her palm against the wall for good measure. “You’re noisy in bed.” She grinned cheekily.