I have to admit, I don’t 100% understand that saying. Yes, I
have a vague understanding of what it means (I’ve watched The Right Stuff). I’m
just not that mathematically inclined so, to me, the saying is completely
abstract. I get that it’s about pushing boundaries. And boy oh boy am I doing
that lately. Only, in my world, they’re usually social or moral boundaries.
When I first stared writing for submission, I decided I’d
write romance. One of my writer friends told me one of my strengths was tension
and I should capitalize on that. It sounded like a good idea to me. And, with
the romance industry of today, there was so much freedom to write really any
subgenre you liked. I could write the story I wanted and not have to worry
about formulas or trying to make my story fit into a subgenre I didn’t want to
write. I did, however, that I wasn’t going to write erotic romance…yet. I think
there’s a blog about it somewhere in the archives. I didn’t want to write
erotic romance not because I thought it was cheap or tawdry, though, quite the
opposite. If I was going to write something, it was going do the best possible
job I could. I was only starting to write seriously and writing erotic romance
was tricky. I wasn’t sure I had the ability to write it and write it well.
So for my first couple of books I wrote seductive romance.
And I loved the books. I loved the characters. I loved the stories the
characters told. While writing though, I read tons and tons of erotic romance.
I read fantastic stories that got my heart racing and my kept me on edge as I
turned each page. I read some that introduced me to ideas and positions that I
was not aware of. And, of course, I read some that had me rolling my eyes at
the characters all the way through. Each book I read critically, cataloging
what I liked and what I didn’t. I made mental notes of how I thought the story
could be stronger or the characters more consistent and believable. And then,
when I felt I’d grown enough to do it well, I started writing my own erotic
romance.
This month, my first ever erotic romance-Bond Betrayed-was
released by Ellora’s Cave and I must admit, I love the book. I love the story.
And yes, I love the characters. But it wasn’t easy for me to write. Chapter
seven of that book was me really pushing the envelope—then. It wouldn’t be
considered pushing the envelope if you stopped, though. The story I’m working
on now, Molly and Thomas’ story, continues pushing. In Nikki and Isaac we have
some sex toys, handcuffs, and spanking. But in Molly and Thomas we have so much
more. Molly and Thomas’ story will be my first real attempt at a permanent
ménage.
I’m not writing it for shock value or to try to
sensationalize the book, though. It’s written as an ménage because I honestly
think that’s what Molly’s character needs. It’s also, because of his magic,
what Thomas needs. We’ll see if I can continue to push the envelope and finish
this story. I hope I do justice to Molly and Thomas. And I hope to continue to
grow and embrace new challenges as a writer.
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