Ah, the insecurities that come with being a writer!
Yesterday I was writing a blog post about my upcoming release Wild About That Thing. It's part of a music-themed ménage anthology due on September 12th from Total-E-Bound, called Treble. Aside from me, the book features some of my favorite authors: Elizabeth Coldwell, Desiree Holt, Lily Harlem, Imari Jade and Wendi Zwaduk. Anyway, I began to check out the blurbs for the other stories. They all sounded incredibly hot. So hot, in fact, that I started to wonder whether my story is too tame!
The "treble" notion is supposed to suggest the idea of a three-some. Desiree's story goes one better, with one woman and three men! Talk about feeling out-classed!
Lily's tale has got toys, Liz has written some spanking, and Wendi's story includes spanking and bondage...
Oh dear. I'm used to having readers tell me that my writing is super-steamy, but maybe as I get older I just can't keep up!
Now, Wild About That Thing does feature a sizzling scene in the back of a limo, as well as some sex on the heroine's office desk, but most of the action takes place in her bed - not to mention in her vivid imagination. There's nothing kinky about Ruby Jones, unless you consider her decision to invite both of her lovers to share her falls into that category. No handcuffs, no blindfolds, just two hard, horny men devoted to her pleasure.
Is that hot enough? I'm not sure. In the old days, when I called what I wrote erotica, I'd have one sex scene after the other, each more transgressive than the previous one. If you want to know what I'm talking about, get yourself a copy of Raw Silk or Incognito. When I began writing romance, I found myself focusing much more on creating loving relationships that develop in a realistic way. Sex is important, but it's not so much the point.
Maybe it's time for me to go back to my roots. Or maybe I shouldn't worry about what other authors are writing and just follow my instincts.
So far nobody has actually complained that my books are too tame...!