I’m over at The Romance Man’s blog talking about that little buzz you get from reading steamy stories (don’t even pretend not to know what I’m talking about!) … and about the fact that that buzz is similar to the heart-pounding that goes with watching horror movies. Ergo, erotic and horror are pretty much the same. Right? Right!
Here’s a peek at my post:
Let me slide into full-disclosure mode and say that, yes, Release Me has sex. I haven’t actually done a page count, but I think it’s fair to say there’s lots of sex. But there are also some really interesting characters with bucketsful of issues hanging about them as they communicate and move through their story arcs, and the sex is integral to the tale.
So come for the story and stay for the sex. Or come for the sex and stay for the story. Either way works.
And as I discovered when I wrote my first Harlequin Temptation years ago, there will always be a few friends or relatives who purse their lips and nod and say, “Oh, you write those books.” By “those” they are not talking about fiction or romance or even the quality of the paper (or the zippiness of the electrons if we’re talking ebooks). No, “those” books have sex.
And as an added bonus, I’m giving away a copy of Release Me to a lucky commenter!
Come on by!