I have a confession. I don't actually write love stories. I write erotica that gets published as "erotic romance" because romance sounds safe and normal, whereas reading erotica seems to scare readers off. Nearly all of the reputable publishers for erotic fiction emphasize the necessity of romance in story lines-- as if good sex is only permitted in the confines of true love-- and unless I want to share webspace with Daddy Porn, Tentacle Rape, and Dirty Penthouse letters I need to figure out some way to slip the story I actually want to tell under the door.
I'm reblogging this post because it explains how Her Twisted Pleasures fits into the romance/erotica categories (or not) better than I could.
