Some people can be very prim and proper on the outside (read: homophobic!) but I have to wonder who's buying all this erotic romance. M/M is one of the hottest genres around right now, and my sales and reviews in that genre have been just great. A reviewer recently said:
“The closeness was agonizing.” In this one simple, elegant sentence, Hill sums up the whole of the story. The sex goes deep and so does the uncertainty. In Hill's world, the erotic is heightened not only by love's purity, but by vulnerability. In the end, Hill doesn't disappoint.Now I'm tiptoeing into the world of f/f erotic romance. I'm told it isn't as popular, but I'm not sure why. I like it! Perhaps we just need more quality selections out there, to bring people around. If anyone can do that, TEB can! My first f/f story comes out in May, and has already received a Recommended Read (though the review isn't live yet, so I can't brag or post too much!)
Jada Green is shocked when a vehicle appears from out of nowhere, smashing in the side of her new compact car. She's even more surprised to find the driver is a cute, enticing blond woman. Thrown together for one night, Jada resists the idea of casual sex until a hot dream has her changing her mind and opening her legs.
Wendi Smith has neither insurance, nor the money to pay for the damage she caused. She's prepared to walk away and let Jada deal with everything, until her heart gets the best of her. When there's a carnal collision, can love triumph over money?
Walking back into the living room, she saw Wendi examining the pictures on her mantle.
“These are nice. Your family?”
“Yes. Those are my parents. They live in
Wendi looked at her questioningly. “
Smiling, Jada pointed to the next photo, of her and her first true love, Denise. They were on the beach in
“I thought she might be your sister.” Wendi studied the photo closer. “She’s pretty.”
“Nope, no siblings for me. She was my first girlfriend.”
“Really? Isn’t that interesting?” Wendi’s finger traced the silver frame. “I didn’t realise you were gay.”
Jada chuckled. “You didn’t see me checking out that doctor? She was hot.”
“No doubt about that. Her lab coat barely closed over those tits.”
“You noticed? I was trying not to drool.”
“They were drool-worthy. Personally, I prefer smaller jugs. A handful is just enough for me.”
Jada saw the woman’s eyes look over her thirty-two B chest. She gazed at her in wonder. “You mean you—?”
“Yup.” Wendi smiled. “Queer as a three dollar bill. Isn’t that just the funniest coincidence?”Copyright (C) 2008 Jamie Hill