Hi, it’s Jennifer here. Today I wanted to discuss the topic of erotic romance and pose a question to readers – what does erotic romance mean to you? Do you automatically associate it with BDSM, and if there’s no BDSM in the story, do you still see it as an erotic romance?
I’ve been writing in this genre for several years now – well before that book series came out! – and other than a little light bondage or a bit of back and forth power play between characters, I don’t usually have Dom/sub characters in my books.
Yet when I explain to people the type of romance I write, they laugh and say it must be all handcuffs, spanking and ben-wa balls. Porn for chicks. Um. No.
I did use a feather and a pair of handcuffs to good effect (I hope!) in SEX CLUB SECRETS, but in my upcoming release IMMORTAL SEDUCTION I have to confess there’s not a sex toy in sight. Only a Greek goddess hungry for love, and three hot firefighters in desperate need of her special brand of healing.
And ben-wa balls? As one of the few on this planet who still hasn’t read FIFTY SHADES I had to look up what they were and how to use them!
For me, erotic romance means an emotional connection between two or more characters who develop a relationship over the course of the story, in which there is high level sex and the potential for a “happy ever after” or at least a “happy for now” ending.
In IMMORTAL SEDUCTION, I’ve attempted to strip the relationship back and leave the sex toys – and the spanking – under the bed. This has given me a chance to focus more on the emotional connection that I believe is what gives erotic writing its romantic edge.
Here’s an Adults-only sample from menage a quatre romance IMMORTAL SEDUCTION, out this month:
A male body was behind him, the slick wet head of a cock prodding between his ass cheeks with a persistence that made him want to bend over and be fucked for the first time in his life. And then…oh, God! There were lips on his thigh. On his scar. Someone was raining tiny kisses all over the disgusting puckered flesh before dragging their moist tongue back and forth across his skin.
How could they face doing that?
His eyes flashed open. It was Hugh who had sucked him in deep, so deep that the top of his cock hit the back of his friend’s hot throat when his hips shuddered in an instinctive thrusting response. It felt so fucking good. He couldn’t believe he’d made such a big deal about not doing this in the past.
Hugh. He wanted to laugh, and cry at the same time. Who knew?
Breath laced with a familiar whiskey smell was hot and hard against his neck, identifying Kier behind him. His buddy was busy back there, stroking his body and caressing the crease where his butt cheek met his leg, teasing his ass in the most delightful way possible.
But his senses honed in on Aphrodite. She was kneeling in front of him, side by side with Hugh, and she was touching his scar. Celebrating the mutilated flesh on his leg with her lips, and tongue, and even her fingertips.
“Aphrodite,” he whispered. And that’s when the shaking began. Real shaking, as if he had a fever of some kind and his body was no longer his own. “I don’t want…I want…” He couldn’t get his tongue around the quaking words. Couldn’t get his brain around the thoughts. “I don’t know what I want.”
Tears squeezed out of the corners of his eyes and an ache formed deep in his ears and throat as he held in a sob. Jesus. I’m better than this. I’m stronger. But he just stood there, unresisting, tears falling silently as he let them all love him.
~ Copyright Jennifer Lynne 2013
What do you think?
Given the huge popularity of the FIFTY SHADES phenomenon and the plethora of BDSM stories on the market right now, do you think that is the new definition of erotic romance, or do you think there’s still room for all types of stories in this genre? Please let us know what you think!