On another blog a reader wails to her hubby that she’s reading Romance, for God’s sake, not porn for women. Hubby chuckles and rolls his eyes. Yeah sure. What’s the difference?
What’s in a name? A rose is a rose…as the saying goes. So romance, especially the hot and sticky kind I write, is woman’s porn. Well, I will be the first to admit it’s a Hell of a lot closer to porn than literature, if you’re thinking in classic terms. Also: (and this has been hashed and rehashed until it’s stale) in the dictionary porn is not a derogatory word. It’s become synonymous with magazines you wouldn’t want anyone in your family hiding under the bed, or dark, smelly cinemas full of men wearing raincoats and fedoras.
I write my erotica books to entertain, to titillate, and for a good, fun read. But I have no illusions that my books will end up somewhere on a ‘must read’ list of classics. And how would you describe this ‘must read’ classic: ‘The Story of O’? Porn for women is the first thing to come to mind. Admit it.
So let’s not be hypocrites. Romance books are fun fluff – and what is wrong with that?

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