I’ve got a confession to make: When life gets tough, I read smut. The smuttier the better. BDSM? Sign me up! Alien threesomes? Yes, please! Tortured bad boys you definitely can’t take home to Mama? Who needs Mama’s approval, anyway?
The last few months have been chaotic and stressful and sometimes mean, and S.M.U.T has been my chocolate bar, my bottle of cabernet. My nights have been filled with “Oops, I accidentally fell on your dick” tales that keep my mood light and my panties wet…and apparently my shame levels low.
I’ve read smexy before. I AM female. But it’s not my typical MO. Urban Fantasy usually reigns supreme on my bookshelves. It’s always provided me with everything I’ve ever needed. Until recently.
My slippery slope began when I noticed Evangeline Anderson had a new release, Sought, in her Brides of the Kindred series. I’d read another book from this galactic erotica series a couple years ago and I remembered it being, um, enjoyable. Outlandish and unrealistic, but oh, so pleasurable. *cough cough* And bonus, this book is about not one but two humanoid aliens seeking their “one” female. Yup, I was all about it. Once I finished, I realized how much fun it was to read something that was completely not what I normally read, and how, just like The Real Housewives of New Jersey, entertainment can come in strange and amazing ways.
So, what to read next? I’ve loved JA Saare’s UF series Rhiannon’s Law, but never had a chance to read any of her erotica titles, which she writes under the pen name Aline Hunter. When I noticed her tweeting about her latest release Omega Mine, I couldn’t resist. I snatched it up on release day and devoured it whole in a single day. Hubba. Hubba. Mega alpha male Diskant Black and pixie-esque Ava Brisbane are electric are electric from the get-go. He saves her from an attempted kidnapping (as Omega of NYC he keeps the bad guys in check) and quickly discovers she. is. his. This is a panty changer, ladies!
After that, I was hooked. All I wanted was smut. I read Lacey Alexander’s French Quarter: Hot in the City soon after, and HOT indeed. This is on the first page:
… just a look from him made her feel unbalanced.
“Hello there. “ His voice was rich as dark chocolate. “What can I do for you?”
What couldn’t he do for her? That quickly, she found herself mentally penning a list that started with kiss my lips and descended to kneading her sensitive breasts and stroking the hungry little spot between her thighs.
And basically, it carries on this way for the next 200+ pages. Did I care if everything in the character development was plausible? Hell, no. That shit was hot!
Over the next couple of weeks my iPad became filled with quick erotic tales that convinced me that lust at first sight is okay, and that it’s perfectly normal to go with it. But then I came across what eventually became my two favorite erotic books featuring an innocent heroine who actually fights against the urges she feels…for as long as she can.
Fifty Shades of Grey by E.L. James had me completely consumed for two days, and rushing to buy the second book, Fifty Shades Darker, the minute I finished. The books are long, which usually annoys me, but because the chemistry was so intense I found myself sneaking in read sessions at work and ignoring the rest of the world—the phone, the husband, and food—until I finished. You become a part of these characters. There’s no other way to put it. And the characters have hot sex, and tons of issues. Addictive mix!
I’m not really sure I’m headed next. Will I make my way back to UF? Of course! Maybe after I’ve finally read my first Joey W. Hill book.
So now I have to know; what’s the dirtiest book you’ve ever read?
Jessica Turner reviews Urban Fantasy, Paranormal and Sci-Fi Romances on her site The Spinecracker and is a trained chef who lives in San Diego with her very Irish husband.
