The beauty of the invention of the e-book is being able to read whatever you want, whenever and wherever you are. Reading erotica on the busy bus to work is particularly interesting.
I am weird, what I like writing, often, isn’t what I like reading. I have written an Erotica and I am now searching high and low for the successful books I can compare it to. Apparently, that is one of the points that can help to sell a book to an Agent.
This is a book I believe in, the first I see as ready to be sold. Because of it, I’m ending up reading about hot, sometimes disturbing, sometimes arousing, scenes on the bus, before nine in the morning.
It is a strange sensation, feeling your cheeks flushing, trying to stop reading, wondering if you are going to miss your stop, getting wet but hating that you are, attempting to decide, if you were the character, where you would draw a line…
