Following on from a lovely post by Meg, which tackles the taboo subject of admitting you read *gasp* romance, I thought I’d address a similar issue.
I’m not a mummy. I read erotic romance. See, didn’t even blush admitting that.
Plus all of my friends and most of my colleagues have jumped on the ‘what to read after Fifty Shades of Grey’ bandwagon. Makes coffee time at the solicitor’s office quite interesting.
Most of us are in our late 20’s, we don’t just want explicit scenes on every page, but we want twisty emotional stories that break the mould. Don’t get me wrong, I have my favourite authors and still read across genres but I always pick up the latest erotic romance.
Because they shock me. They make me feel (and no, I’m not talking about the smexy stuff). Well done, they’re not just about the sex although that may be what sells them. I can relate to them. If an author writes contemporary and resonates with me while giving me an addictive story that makes my jaw drop, then I’ll auto-buy that authors book and recommend her/him to everyone I know.
So what brought this post on? Two things.
One. I was at a party recently with a wide gap between the youngest and oldest partygoer. My friend, the host, is my age and reads anything and everything romance. We were chatting about my next book which stirred some teasing from the some people there, both older and younger. My friend is lovely. She is one of my biggest fans and is very open in all aspects of her life. Her answer to their jibes was to ask what their problem was with reading emotionally packed stories. She then went on to say that sex is used to sell most things, from toothpaste to cars so why not books? It’s brought in a helluva readership. Those teasers had no reply.
Two. My first ever erotic romance is going to be released very soon from Harper Impulse. It’s the beginning of a trilogy, following three best friends and the sexy men who show them how fun life can really be. I’ve been embarrassed about using my real name for these, as they are hotter than anything I’ve ever attempted, but then I thought why? They fit my voice, they’re fun, flirty and steamy – everything my other books are. Just have more details in the bedroom.
So though deemed ‘mummy porn’ I think erotic romance, when done well, brings more than sex. It’s the darkness, the shock factor, the deep connections formed between the characters, and not to forget the fact most are not forged on fantasy. Real life is gritty, people are more open minded especially the younger generations.
So no, I don’t think its mummy porn, not when I know so many not-yet-mummies who read the genre. Would love to hear what you all think.