What is sexy? That’s a question Victoria Secret asked while showing some dewy eyed nymphettes with a shortage of clothes and an excess of legs and I think, yeah, I believe they already know the answer to that. Still, it’s kind of an interesting query because everyone seems to have a slightly different opinion.
For instance, I just read Nalini Singh’s Angel’s Blood. The book features a lot of blood. A lot of angels. A lot of vampires. I don’t find any of those things particularly sexy, but um… the whole package…ahhhh yeah. There’s something about paranormal fiction that I always find a little more titillating than straight fiction. And there’s something about well written fiction that I find absolutely engrossing.
A while back I read Cheryl Brooks’Slave. If you haven’t read any of her Cat Star Chronicles series you ahh….Well, I don’t know if you should read it or not. I guess it depends on your taste. It was given to me at a Romantic Times convention. I read it in the hot tub, between meetings, in the elevator. A friend of mine read the same book and seemed a wee bit surprised that I found it so enthralling. And I’m not sure why I did. As my sister said after reading the work of a popular erotica author, “There’s a fine line between sexy and disgusting.” On the other hand, a friend of mine who writes the same level of sexuality said that her favorite review so far is, “This is really nothing more than smut, and I’m going to delete it from my Kindle…someday.”
So how about you? How far is too far? Do you thrive on sweet romance where they shut the bedroom door and let you use your own imagination or is it the trashier the better as far as you’re concerned?