Today I have the honor of allowing Danielle Austen, author of the Prophecy Girl Trilogy of books, an entry into Skeletor’s Journal of Evil.
Now the Prophecy Girl trilogy is saucy. It is hot. Erotic beyond anything I have read. But it is a darn good story too. So good that one of the the UK’s leading publishers, Xcite books released the books in both paperback and e-book format.
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But I will let Danielle herself share her thoughts…
As an erotica author myself, it’s a statement I hear a lot. And it’s something that infuriates me on a number of different levels. I know what you’re thinking: of course I’m going to say “no no it isn’t” – I’m an erotica author. However: to a degree, as much as I want to, I can’t entirely disagree with it.
The rise of self-publishing and the post-50-Shades-of-Grey gold rush has led to a huge glut of “get rich quick” erotica, where “authors” who can’t even spellcheck throw a few dozen C words onto 20 pages in the form of a sex scene masquerading as a full story. This has led to a market flooded with utter crap and the genuinely good stuff really hard to find, so really it’s no surprise that consumers now have an unfairly skewed perception of the whole genre of erotica.
But aside from that, “Erotica is just porn” is a statement which is indicative of a much wider problem; specifically the inability for anyone outside the industry to really take the genre seriously. For most readers there’s no reason to talk about erotica, there’s no point in leaving reviews on Amazon, it’s not even worth paying for erotica; after all, it’s just porn. The vast majority of people regard erotica as an embarrassing dirty little secret; something written by bored and lonely housewives, written specifically to turn on other bored and lonely housewives.
It’s really frustrating, because it just isn’t true. Yes, there are plenty of stories featuring powerful billionaires who rescue the dowdy office worker from her humdrum life. But there are also stories written by men, for men. Small-scale character dramas about realistic marriages. Space operas. Lovecraftian horror tales. Epic battles of good vs. evil. The variations are almost limitless, and while there are plenty of “stroke stories” that are written purely to turn the reader on, there are just as many stories that use sex to explore and discuss all manner of themes: friendship; love; sexuality; even the nature of death. The fact that you might get turned on reading it is just an added bonus.
Reading erotica can be a very exciting way for couples to spice things up in the bedroom. It can be a hugely freeing experience as a reader, to discover that someone else shares your deepest, darkest fantasies. Erotica can move you, arouse you, shock you, make you laugh, make you cry, even teach you things you didn’t know about yourself.
If you think that you don’t like erotica, you just haven’t yet read the right erotica for you.
Please, take a few seconds out of your day to download the brand new FREE erotica anthology Gratis: Transformation, available from http://www.amazon.com/Gratis-Transformation-erotica-anthology-Anthologies-ebook/dp/B00O6H3V2W/ and all other good ebook stores. Myself and nine other authors have come together to give away hours and hours of our hard work for free, with wildly differing stories covering the whole gamut of erotica. My own story in this collection, The Harlot’s Lie, is a short urban fantasy story dealing with guilt, unspoken desires, and the fear of motherhood – not to mention two searingly hot sex scenes. Due to the diverse nature of the collection, you probably won’t like every story. But that’s fine. If you find one you don’t like, skip it and move onto the next. And if you enjoy any of the stories, please leave a review; we erotica authors barely make any money from this so we all do it for the love of it – a few kind words in an Amazon review genuinely means the world to us.
You never know what might come of it if you just give erotica a chance.
After all, just a few years ago I happened to read “The Hand of Amun” by Juliet Hastings. It was thrilling; I found myself gripped by the story and shockingly turned on by the content. I fell in love with erotica as a genre. It brought my hubby & I closer together. I was inspired to write erotic stories of my own, which culminated in releasing a 225,000 word trilogy through the UK’s biggest publishers of erotica. And before all of that?
I’d read some erotica. I didn’t care much for it. “Pfft,” I said to my husband, snorting dismissively. “Erotica is just porn.”