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Couples who read together . . .

10 Oct

By Elizabeth Shore

I have a good girlfriend who told me once that she and her boyfriend enjoyed reading passages from my historical erotic novella to each other as a prelude to lovemaking. She said reading to each other like that really got them in the mood for some good time fun. I was flattered – and happy to be of service! – but it also got me thinking about readers of erotic romance and the differences between the girls and the guys.

My assumption, and I dare say it’s likely a proven fact, is that the majority of erotic romance readers are women. The stories are written (largely) by women with the target readers being women. It works because women know what turns them on and write the steamy scenes knowing it will turn their readers on, too. There are variances, of course. Some women love the soft roses and candles kind of lovemaking while others squeal with delight when their guy has his way with them up against the wall. The talented writers out there still know their readers and know how to please them. But is erotic romance interchangeable? Do men read it? And would women enjoy reading erotic romance targeted for guys? I had a male friend once read a steamy section of one of my manuscripts. While he certainly seemed to enjoy reading it, his verdict at the end was that it was clearly written for a woman. Well, yeah. But I would argue mightily that plenty of female writers out there could whip out a story that would leave their male readers panting throughout.

Ellora’s Cave has a section on its site called EC For Men. Each of the covers shows a scantily clad female (men are visual, after all), and – unless the writers are actually men using female names – appear to be written by women. My question is, are men reading them or are women? I for one am going to download a few of them (for research purposes, naturally), and in a future post will give you my verdict. I can already say that I’m intrigued by the concept and I’d love it if a male reader out there would share his viewpoint as well.

Perhaps the conclusion is that we all just like reading hot stuff no matter who the intended audience, which is A-OK by me.

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The Ultimate Buzz Kill: Unrealistic Sex

5 Oct

As I mentioned in a previous post, I think many readers of erotic romance transpose themselves with the heroine in the book they’re reading. They become someone named Catherine St Claire, feisty, wealthy, smart, savvy, head-turning beauty, who attracts men like flies to honey. Any not just any men, mind you, but the men all other women want but can’t have because those men are fixated on the heroine.

So in my fantasy world I’m getting a charge out of becoming Catherine St Claire, except when the writer describes Catherine in the throes of her seventh orgasm in the last ten minutes. More annoying still is when every one of those big o’s come entirely from pure intercourse with zero stimulation of the little love button.  Or how she loved it when her lover used soap as a lubricant before he had his way with her in the shower. That kills my buzz as fast as cops busting up a frat party. It takes me right out of the fantasy space and right into, “yeah, right. Like that really happens.”

I don’t doubt that there probably are women who can have seven orgasms in ten minutes. Or who don’t think that ordinary soap burns like hell when used as a lubricant. But for me, and I dare say for many females, it’s unrealistic. I know it’s all a fantasy – it’s called fiction after all – but for some reason I’m good with the heroine being breathtakingly beautiful, wildly successful, fluent in six languages, artistically gifted, but throw in her thinking that her lover’s sperm is as delicious as a Ben & Jerry’s milkshake and it takes me right out of the fantasy.

The great thing about erotic scenes in romance is the endless variety of what writers can have their lovers do. One person’s turn-on can be someone else’s trash, and that’s OK. But when a writer tries to convince me how the heroine screamed in ecstatic joy from her first-time anal experience, pain free and multi-orgasmic, I’m throwing the book against the wall.

What do you think? Ever come across unrealistic sex in erotic romance, or does anything go for you? Let me know!

Until next time,


Vikings and pirates and bad boys – oh my!

3 Oct

I first started reading romance when I paid a visit to a local used bookstore and picked up a bunch of cheap paperbacks. I’d not read romance prior to that as my tastes were generally straight fiction or horror. But for some reason a used Johanna Lindsey caught my eye and from the moment I started reading it at home I was hooked.

Ms. Lindsey spins a good yarn, but thinking about her books got me thinking about bad boys. Why do we like them? What’s the appeal? And just how bad is truly bad? Several of Johanna Lindsey’s bad boy heroes were either Vikings or pirates. WTF? Vikings and pirates? For real? Because Vikings and pirates were actually bad. As in “I’m gonna kill your entire family, rape you at will, then throw you to my fellow raiders for their sexual entertainment” bad. In Fires of Winter, this actually happens. Heroine’s entire family gets killed by Vikings and she gets raped by her would-be husband, whom she eventually grows to love. I’m not making a statement about the book but rather posing some musings about bad boys and how we define them.

Nowadays we seem to prefer redeeming qualities in our bad boys even if said qualities are not immediately obvious to anyone except our heroine. So superficial “bad” things such as (gasp!) tattoos, or motorcycles, having ‘tude, or an inability to hold down a job are really just fine. Our bad boy can be huge and muscle bound and shave his head but he’s definitely into the heroine, and since we picture ourselves as that heroine, it’s cool that the bad boy is into us! There’s something appealing about the forbidden, which is part of the bad boy allure. We wouldn’t necessarily spend time in prison, or get fired from our jobs for not showing up, or stay out too late drinking and stirring up trouble (not super serious trouble, of course), but it’s hot if our bad boy does. Especially since he was probably in prison because he was wrongly convicted, got fired because he’s an artist and, well, Corporate America just isn’t his bag, and is drinking too much because he’s obsessed with us. Er, I mean obsessed with the heroine. Oh, and did I mention that our bad boy likes having lots of sex? Maybe even in illicit places (public park, in a closet at a party)? Yeah, he’s into sex with the heroine, really into sex with her, which makes her (us) feel pretty darn bad as well.

Some bad boys in today’s romance are actually bad, but I don’t see the romanticism of Vikings and pirates like we used to see in the ‘80s. Today’s bad boys are brooding, and reckless, and might even be vampires or shapeshifters or wolves, but they’re not bad bad. Are they?

I’d love to hear your thoughts!

Until next time,


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