I was sent to a cabin in the mountains by my editor. She was on a mission to get me to write erotica, instead of HEA romance. I was armed with my list of words and phrases that I couldn't use, and I settled into my rustic abode with the intent to get to work.
Things changed quickly when a blizzard hit, and I was lucky enough to have three men deliver a load of wood. You know, for my fireplace.
I learned that night that writing erotica wasn't that hard. Living it wasn't either.
Excerpt:“Just relax. Enjoy the process.” I'd heard that a hundred times from Lily, my editor, but it never worked. Especially not the latest bullshit that she expected from me. She also heard the sigh that I didn't even come close to trying to hide. “Kate, times are changing. Readers want a variety, some spice, and not everyone wants to see the perfect alpha male get tamed by a flawless innocent woman. You need to change too, or.......,”
“I know.” It was the painful truth, no matter how much I wanted to stick with what I knew. I had written over forty books, and I loved every story, but she was right. My sales were abysmal and I had to change my stories, or change careers. “But I've never written anything like that. My strength is building up to the big bang. I don't even know how this works, Lily! She's just going to walk up to two guys and point to her beaver?”
“Don't use that word.” I knew it was on the list. The mile long words and phrases that Lily had painstakingly gathered over the years of things readers hate. Unfortunately for her, I was in just the right mood to use every single one of them.
“Fine. She points at her snatch.”
“Kate!
Genre: Romance
Things changed quickly when a blizzard hit, and I was lucky enough to have three men deliver a load of wood. You know, for my fireplace.
I learned that night that writing erotica wasn't that hard. Living it wasn't either.
Excerpt:“Just relax. Enjoy the process.” I'd heard that a hundred times from Lily, my editor, but it never worked. Especially not the latest bullshit that she expected from me. She also heard the sigh that I didn't even come close to trying to hide. “Kate, times are changing. Readers want a variety, some spice, and not everyone wants to see the perfect alpha male get tamed by a flawless innocent woman. You need to change too, or.......,”
“I know.” It was the painful truth, no matter how much I wanted to stick with what I knew. I had written over forty books, and I loved every story, but she was right. My sales were abysmal and I had to change my stories, or change careers. “But I've never written anything like that. My strength is building up to the big bang. I don't even know how this works, Lily! She's just going to walk up to two guys and point to her beaver?”
“Don't use that word.” I knew it was on the list. The mile long words and phrases that Lily had painstakingly gathered over the years of things readers hate. Unfortunately for her, I was in just the right mood to use every single one of them.
“Fine. She points at her snatch.”
“Kate!
Genre: Romance
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