PS. Shaving scenes… heck peeing scenes (could be? yeah, what was I thinking) may be hot. I have not problem with people being all over that… but let’s make it tasteful (can you make peeing tasteful… oh yuck… I need to stop now).

Of course, I had neither flaccid penises nor pee dribble, so I can understand their concern.

Mary B made me cry laughing.

I’m awed by erotica authors that can create fresh, engaging reads despite staple plots (sex shop owner, sex therapist, strippers,etc.) and line constraints.

I am really glad you have started reviewing erotica on this blog. The time to be prude is passed us.

Cheers to you Jane! Keep them coming!

Also, the female protagonist (I refuse to call her the heroine) sounds repulsive. A live-in toyboy?

What would we call a guy who generously “allowed” a young female student to stay with him for free in return for sex and housekeeping, hmm? It wouldn't be complimentary I'm afraid.

I find that a turn-off as well. But my husband says that it sounds like a dream setup to a guy. You get room and board and all you have to do is some housework and have sex with a hot woman? Win.

I’m just glad I’ve got a guy who’s willing to do housework even though it doesn’t get him free room and board. ;) Actually, he’s also a (working) graduate student who keeps me “sated, fed, and focused.” I wonder if I’m the protagonist…no wait. *shudder*

And can I just say that I wish the main male was named something, almost anything, else? Some of us J D Robb readers have our own Roarke fantasies, and it sounds like this would put me off for that alone.

My thoughts exactly.

“I lean back in the chair, my computer set to Word and ready to receive my genius, but I can't look at it now, as neither can I Roark.”

“Help, help! I can’t roark! It’s killing me!”

Hairball, anyone? Did the quote originate somewhere in the vicinity of the shaving scene, perhaps?

SandyW:

‘Right out of the water' is taking on a whole new meaning. Honestly, has anyone read an actual romance from these folks? Or even erotica that doesn't sound like a boys' locker room?

I have to second this. Seriously.

I left out a choice scene in which the heroine plays “ping pong” with the balls of the hero.

Not fair!! I want to know what she used as a paddle. Was there a table?

Great, now I have all sorts of weird and disturbing pictures in my head. Given the lack of hygiene I’m hoping if there is a table it isn’t in the kitchen.