Admittedly, some of my novels contain graphic sex. I don't shy away from this fact and often have to explain it. The novels aren't typical 'romance', the novels aren't 'feel good' chick lit. So why all the sex?
I didn't predict that I'd write graphic sex. Who would have? The first novel I wrote when I was sixteen was a ghost story (The Lake). My second novel, some years later, was a coming-of-age story (The Butterfly and the Moonbeam), my third novel was a police procedural (Secret Lives) and the fourth was fiction (The Farther I Am).
That leads to my next four books, respectively the fifth - ninth book I've written. Each of them, is sprinkled with explicit sex.
The books are standalones, with crossover characters that are involved in some way with an escort service tailored for women and founded by a woman, Alicia Porter. Three of the books are from the point of view of the male escort.
Writing explicit sex occurred by accident. Intrigued by an article about heterosexual women utilizing male escorts, I began thinking about such an proposition. A discreet, upscale male escort business tailored for women.
What would the escorts experience? What would be asked of them? What would these women that used the service be like? How would Alicia Porter find customers? How would she recruit escorts?
I answered those questions in four standalone novels. The books aren't romance. The sex is an active part of the story, there aren't gratuitous scenes thrown in for a quick nipple twist.
*Eyes widen* Understand now how I came to write explicit sex, but not write about explicit sex?
I don't think of the novels any differently, then the others I write. Some have vampires, some have detectives and some have escorts. Capicse?
Be who you are, write what you want. That is what art is all about.
I write about: love, fantasy, hate, vampires, jealousy, lust, supernatural, murder, deceit, attraction. And sex.
I write what I like.