Erotica (Blush)

I’ve been living in the world of children’s books far too long. When I do read a book for an adult, it’s usually a foodie mystery, a cozy, or someone like Vince Flynn or Brad Thor. Occasionally, I read a biography.

Time constraints have kept me from reading very much over the years, but since my husband dragged me kicking and screaming into the digital age, and I now own a Nook Tablet, I’ve found myself reading again. I thought I would never give up hardcover books with dustjackets. I love everything about them – the weight, the smell, and even turning the pages. Who knew I would also love tapping a little digital device and reading in bed, in the car, in waiting rooms, etc.

My sister-in-law owns a Kindle. We talked one day about the different types of books we read, and I told her I had seen a free Harlequin that morning as she likes to read those. She asked if I had ever read any of the Harlequin Blaze books, and then she sort of fanned herself, and said “Phew!” Well, I assumed she meant the sexual tension was heavy, but when I finally looked at one, I think I sat with my mouth hanging open.  This was today’s romance book? I told my husband it felt like reading porn. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I was just taken aback and didn’t realize that such descriptive writing was typical these days.

Since then, I’ve seen where erotica is a huge market, and some of the authors who self-publish in this genre are doing very well financially.

I couldn’t work on my book for a few days after this new knowledge because graphic scenes of Susan Hunter doing all manner of sexual things with the characters in the book starting flowing through my mind. That could be one naughty girl.

I finally managed to get my mind wrapped back around how I really want my books to be, and I was able to put her clothes back on.

I started writing again.