THE FIRST romance fiction I remember reading was written by Jackie Collins.
It’s not that Alex Gantry, the heroine of my racy novel Below the Beltway, lives in a world anything like Collins’s Lucky Santangelo. But she is a strong, ambitious, and sexually confident woman. Alex’s life revolves around her work, which is where she meets T.J. Gale.
It’s complicated because Alex and T.J. are characters who have past lovers still entrenched in their lives. Moving on can sometimes be complicated, even dangerous when the stakes are high.
He followed her, watching, the woman who was his target oblivious that someone wanted to scare her, send a message. It wasn’t her fault, but she’d stepped into a drama that had been playing out for a while, her presence causing emotions to come to a head forcing a resolution. The people involved uncaring of anything but their own intent and interests. – Below the Beltway, by Taylor Marsh (pg. 216)
Before Jackie Collins, few stories were as scandalous as Peyton Place, by Grace Metalious, published in 1954. There’s Jacqueline Susann, and for other tastes, Henry Miller, and Anais Nin, who wrote in Delta of Venus
At the time we were all writing erotica at a dollar a page, I realized that for centuries we had had only one model for this literary genre—the writing of men…
Just add a Fabio cover, right?
But why is such a massively powerful and profitable female-driven industry exemplified by a dude? – Maya Rodale
A muscle-bound man is a good way to attract readers. The New York Times even wrote a piece about it.
The Washington Post wrote an article on the best LGBT romance novels, complete with beefcake cover.
Racy romance novels are the perfect summer libation.
Escape is everything sometimes.