When I began writing, I glossed over the love scenes, imagining my mother one day reading my smut. I didn’t slam the bedroom door shut, but neither did I go into detail.
Slowly I dug deeper, literally and figuratively. I found my comfort zone and swore to my family I relied mostly on my imagination to conjure up the naughty (which wasn’t very naughty by anyone’s standards since I wrote for Cerridwen Press). Ellora’s Cave would ask for submissions on this, that or the other and I couldn’t go there until…
(Cue choir of angels singing.) Ellora’s Cave started their Branded line of erotic romance.
The spicy, naughty, and yes, sometimes kinky sex between a married couple. I thought to myself, I can do that. I can go there. And I did. I dipped my feet in the erotic pool and found the water to be fine. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not a prude. I was a young adult in the 80s. I been there and done that—some of that.
I’ve moved on to erotic romance between an unmarried couple rekindling a romance from the past. Not exactly inebriated strangers bumping and grinding against a brick wall in a dark alley next to a dumpster. No toys, threesomes or fetishes (not that there is anything wrong with that). I have yet to reach the 5 level on the 1-5 heat index. But I have a feeling I will some day.
What’s your heat level, 1 being mild and 5 being wild?