Update: the second edition of my first romance novel is being released tomorrow, so I’m reposting my reasons for writing it.
I found this comment on Amazon:
Tell Me You Want Me: “I really enjoyed this book. Kind of reminds me of the great love life I enjoyed as a youngin’. LOL I totally recommend this book.”
I didn’t have a great love life when I was young. It wasn’t allowed. I had sex for the first time at age 14 (that story is here), but it certainly wasn’t great. I had sexual experiences with my high school boyfriend, but they were riddled with guilt and shame. I never had the fun, innocent—natural—sexual exploration teens should be allowed to enjoy without bitterness and self-loathing.
I feel robbed, cheated, deceived.
So I write. Tell Me You Want Me’s heroine, Jane Elliot, is very much like me. She grew up with a strict, over-protective mother. She lived with a long list of Don’ts. Don’t do this, don’t do that and on and on. (When do I get the Do list?) Like me, Jane met a man who encouraged her to explore her sexual nature and enjoy it. No guilt, no shame. Just fun. (Love too but that’s a little spoiler. Shh, don’t tell. )
Tell Me was my first novel because I needed to tell Jane’s/my story. I needed to experience the happy exploration I missed out on. I like strong independent women, but smart women know when they need help. Jane and I were lucky enough to realize when we found someone who could help us overcome our restricted history and enjoy life, love and sex the way God intended. (Yes mom, I do believe God created sex for fun!) There’s no shame in sex for pleasure.
There’s no shame in writing about it either.